Made Men Books Novels & Stories

but it's fine they changed their minds faster than I thought. "So this is the section." My eyes widened when I saw a book. “What kind of book is this?” I almost let out a curse when I saw the cover of one book in that section. On the cover there was two men almost hugging each other only wearing their underwears. “Secret to longer homosexual relationships, Male edition,” I read the title out loud. I can't believe with my two eyes that there was a section like this in a bookstore. Am I that innocent to know about what is this?

Warning: This book series has lots of steamy scenes and you are in for a hot thrilling ride. Blurb “I will mark every inch of your body, gag and pin you while filling you up with my c*m and watching you writhe in pleasure under me. Something I am sure that loser could never do.” He smirked. ** ** ** Still reeling from the humiliation of a horrible break up from her ex and her parents’ divorce, Isadora Kingsford decides to stay with her best friend over the holidays just to get over the hurt however what she didn't prepare for was lusting after Tristan Kavanaugh—her best friend’s sinfully attractive father.

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The kinds of books men like Jaden collected to justify their decisions after the fact, volumes that framed dominance as intelligence and conquest as foresight. There were thrillers as well, arranged neatly, the same authors repeated, danger promised and contained safely between covers. Violence without consequence. Risk without cost. There were almost no novels that held softness. No poetry. No memoirs. No stories about women who endured something unnamed and came out intact. No books about pregnancy or childbirth. Nothing that acknowledged bodies, fear, uncertainty, or dependence. The shelves reflected a worldview where control was virtue and vulnerability was waste.

“I was thinking of you boxing me in, it’s like in one of my smut books.” “Is it now? I should read them maybe pick up a few tips,” he chuckles deep and throaty. “You don’t need any tips, trust me, Levy. You have seduction and the art of making a woman needy and satisfied down to a fine art.” “Do they turn you on, baby?” Now I feel embarrassed because well, yeah of course they do. Not to mention all the swoony men in them. I’ve lost count of how many book boyfriends I have. Although now I have my very own swoon worthy man.

“And to answer your question, Mira—I always deliver. People come to me with their sexual problems. I help them so they can enjoy a better sex life with their partners.” Mira scoffed under her breath. “Help? You’re actively promoting cheating.” He chuckled, soft and unbothered. “It’s a win-win. I make money sharing my… skills, and they leave with a better sex life.” Levi returned before she could reply. Antonio straightened and turned to him with perfect professional composure once more. “Watch and learn, Mr. Stallion.” Then he stepped between Mira’s parted thighs, close enough that she could smell the faint clean scent of his cologne. He leaned down as if giving clinical instructions, but hi

Moans and screams fill the air, mingling with the sharp scent of sweat and sex. My eyes dart around, unable to find a safe place to land. A woman—naked, bouncing, riding a man—her bare back glistening. My gaze jumps away. A group of men lounging, laughing as women kneel between their legs, heads bobbing. My stomach tightens. A woman on her hands and knees, a man behind her, another beneath her, another in front—each taking what they want. Heat coils low in my belly. No. Absolutely not. I should not be thinking about what that might feel like.

Mira My mouth fell open, and I couldn’t even hide my surprise. This man was gorgeous. I had seen good looking men before, but he was on an entirely different level. “Mira, meet my dad,” Anna repeated, snapping me out of my completely inappropriate thoughts about all the ways I could gladly devour this man. Anna and I met at a bookstore last month. We clicked instantly and became close fast. Since then, she had been begging me to come over to her house, and now here I was, standing in front of the most breathtaking man I had ever laid eyes on.

I felt his hand up my thigh to my crotch and then remove it when the waiter came with our dishes, I didn’t know what was served, because more important things were happening in another place. There were five other people with us and Mark turned to his right to talk to a man about the stock market, I think, I don't know, I felt my world distort as I moved in the chair trying to find my release in this way. “Are you okay, miss?” The lady on my left asked me when she noticed my concern. “No! Uh... I mean yes! Very good. Yes!” Mark chuckled softly next to me and his hand stroked me again, this time touching me directly on my clit.