Make Him Want Me Novels & Stories

“You want me to yourself. Say it!” I hated how easily he read me. The anger and the want tangled together until I couldn’t separate them. “Yes,” I said finally, quiet and raw. “I do. I only want you to myself.” Something shifted in his expression. He studied my face for a long second, then asked, almost casually, “What do you want me to do to make you happy right now?” The answer rose before I could stop it. “I want you to eat my pussy until I come in your mouth.”

"Do you know that? Do you have any idea what you do to me?" "What do I do to you?" He looks up. His blue eyes are dark with want. "You make me want to be a better man. You make me want to fight for things I thought I'd lost. You make me want to believe in second chances." "Marcus..." "I'm not finished." He kisses my stomach. My hip. My thigh. "You make me want to wake up in the morning. You make me want to come home at night. You make me want to build something real. Something that lasts."

— I do as he asks, and stare at him. — What's it? Did I do something wrong? — Don't be mean, do you want me to come just for that? — I'm not being mean, I want to please you! — But this way, I'm going to come, and I don't want to…not before you're inside me! — All right!

he suggests. I shake my head and get up on my elbows, a deep frown between my eyes. “Stop, okay? I don’t want him. I want you.” “Is that so? Let’s give you what you want, then.”

He teased me all this morning… It's my turn. The idea of things accidentally going too far and possibly getting him to want to fuck me… crossed my mind and took up permanent residence in my mind… I'm all up for a good wrestling match. Then suddenly it became the end goal. Let the thirst games begin. The thought of succeeding in making him want me as his and making him never want to share sent shivers down my spine, and became the whole purpose for tonight. I want him. I want him to be mine, I want to be his, and I don't want there to be anyone or anything else. It’s selfish, I know but… I want this one greedy thing… please.

So why me? He looks frustrated now as he speaks, “I want you. I've wanted you since the moment I saw you stretching on your toes to reach the top shelve in your desperate search for a cookie in the grocery store. I'm been intrigued by you since the moment you threatened to assault you with your taekwondo skills. So, no, I don’t want any girl I can have, I just want you” His expression conveys so much honesty I have no choice but to believe his words.

He collected it eagerly. “Thank you, baby,” he said. I wanted immediately not to correct him on that. It is the second time he is referring to me as his “baby”, but I am not his baby. “What do you want?” I asked for the third time, already deciding that I would walk away from him if he does not say anything. “I want you to forgive me, princess,” He pleaded tearfully. “I am not your princess, neither am I your baby,” I couldn’t help it. All the anger and hurt and loneliness from not having a father in my life bubbled up to the surface of my chest, making me want to hate him with so much passion.

he said. It could have been bait. It could have been resentment. But there was none of that in his tone. His eyes blazed and pleaded with me at the same time. “Not here,” he breathed. “Not now. I want to, Cara. Fuck. You have no idea how much I want to. But this… this needs to be more.” I frowned at him, touched and pissed off in the same moment. Then I rocked my hips against him. “But, I want to. I’ve never wanted to, Rig. You’re the only person who’s ever made me want to.”

"If you change, I'll do something you want." "Like what?" I hedge. I want to know what he has that I want. Then the idea sparks and I decide to throw caution to the wind. Why not go after what I want? "How about a kiss?" "Fucking hell," he mutters before he clenches his teeth and closes his eyes.

“What is it?” He leaned back, studying me with a playful yet serious expression. “I want you to do something for me,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “I need to know you’re all in, that you’re mine.” I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What do you want me to do?” “Show me you want this. Show me you’re not afraid to embrace it.” He took my hand, guiding it down to his still-hard cock. “I want you to ride me. Show me how much you want it.”