Make Him Want Me Novels & Stories

I stretch forth my hand to touch it, and he gives a throaty moan. “If you can satisfy me with your mouth…” He trails his index finger on my lips, making me taste myself on his finger. “I’ll fuck your pussy wildly if you show me how much you want it.” The thought alone is making me drip wetter. Why is he punishing me? I’ve said it. My body wants all of him… Wait. I know exactly what he wants.

If I go too far, will he hate me? But then his breath catches for a second and his fingers almost touch my hip before he pulls back like he’s been burned. “Tell me what you want , D. I want to hear it.” My lips curve in a slow, dirty smile. "You really want me to say it?" "Yes." "I want my stepdad to fuck me." I say it like it's the simplest truth in the world. "I want the hot man my mom married to bend me over this bench until my legs give out. I want you to fill me so deep I forget my own name.”

The thought of that ran through my mind, but I wasn't about to be savage. “It's not like I could manipulate him.” “You should.” Her tone was lower now. “Make him want you. Make him think someone else does too. That’s how you sink your claws into him.” I tilted my head, studying her. “And what then?” I asked. “He falls madly in love with me, and we live happily ever after?”

"Like a pickup?" "Exactly like a pickup." He leaned in, his voice dropping. "I want to watch you dance with other people. I want to see someone else try to get your attention. And then I want to take you home like I just met you and fuck you like it's the first time all over again." My stomach did a flip. "You want to watch me with other guys?" "I want to watch you be wanted." He kissed my shoulder. "And then I want to remind you who you belong to."

“Answer me. What do you want?” Fuck him! He should just do what he wants to do and stop asking stupid questions. I think I’m a sick fuck with this idea of him forcing himself on me. I want him to forcefully take what he wants from me without my consent. I don’t know why that excites me and makes my dick leak. I think that’s why I always get hard whenever he clouds my space because I love the idea of him forcing himself on me.

His eyes wide at the load of cum on his body. I let out a scoff which came out as an unsatisfied smirk, as I haven't achieved my goal yet. That was close, but not the exact thing I wanted. I needed to make him want me more, not for him making me moan. I looked at his cock, and he wasn’t moved at all. Shit! I need to make him want me and I need to do that now. I muttered, as I pulled myself towards his dick and slowly thrust it. He gripped my hair tighter as my hand folded his cock even more harder.

His playful, seductive tone ignites something primal within me. My mind begins to race with salacious thoughts, making my heart race. Fuck! I want to kiss him right now. His gaze deepens as if he can sense my desire. I lean in as if tugged by an invisible force. “If you want something, sweetheart, all you need to do is take it,” he murmurs.

He’s struggling not to come, and I’m not sure I want him to like this. I want more, and I’m going to take it!

I asked, my voice shaking. He smirked, his eyes glinting. "You already know what I want," he said, taking a step toward me. "I want you to be my mate. You're the only one who can give me back my pack, the only one who can restore my power. You have to say yes." I felt a chill run down my spine. I had no idea what he was talking about, no idea what he wanted from me. I didn't want to be his mate, didn't want to be involved in whatever he was talking about. I just wanted to get away from him.

He was looking at me. When he realized I’d caught him staring, he started to apologize. “I’m sorry if I fucked up, Carys. I—” “I want it,” I blurted. His jaw fell. “You want…what?” My breathing was erratic. “You’re gonna make me say it?” He straightened in his seat. “Yeah. I need to hear you say it.” My words came out in a whisper. “I want you to make me come.” His breath hitched. “You sure?”