Make Me Yours นิยาย & เรื่องราว

His voice was quieter now, almost pleading. Kirk huffed, his lips pursing dramatically as he tilted his head back. "Feeling’s mutual. You have a hot guy who’s willing to marry you even though—I’m only guessing—you’re his first man-on-man experience, and you're hesitating. I wish I was his mate. I wouldn't think twice." Kirk flicked his hair back like a model in a shampoo commercial, folding his arms with theatrical flair.

“When i make you mine, i would give you all the love in the world, that is an oath.” “What if i do not fuck you right?” “I would teach you how to fuck. You do not have to worry about that baby.”

I smiled as my finger traced her face, “I thought that was exactly what you was…” “Very funny! My point being is that life is what you make it. If you want to be that rich guy that has parties and doesn’t study, then that is your choice. If you want to be the rich guy that cleans his apartment and doesn't spend time with anyone. Then again, that’s your choice…” “And if I want to be that rich guy that kisses you. Then what?” She purred as she drew closer to me like a magnet. “Then, you're welcome.”

“I’ll do anything, anything in the world for you. What do you want?” “Really? You’ll do anything for me?” He nodded. “Absolutely.” “Then kiss me as if you’re madly in love with me and are never going to let me go.” He smiled down at her. “Piece of cake.”

I chewed my bottom lip, then lifted my eyes to his, my voice barely above a whisper. "Make me yours. Tonight. I want you to mate me."

“Fuck yes. Just like that. You’re such a naughty niece. Taking me so deep in your throat.” After a while I climbed on top of him. I pulled my sheer slip up and sank down on his thick cock. It stretched me so good. “Mmm, yes. So full,” I moaned. I started riding him with rolling hips. My pussy gripped him tight. “I need you, Marcus. No one makes me feel this alive. Your big cock is perfect for me.”

“Fuck me like you mean it.” His hands gripped my ass, lifting me higher, changing the angle so his cock hit that spot deep inside me that made my vision blur. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the pool with wet, obscene slaps of skin on skin, the suck of water around his thrusts, the desperate moans torn from my throat. “You’re all mine,” he growled against my neck, his teeth sinking into my shoulder. “Say it.” “ I’m fucking Yours Jeremy,” I gasped, my fingers clawing at his back, my pussy fluttering around his thick cock. “Only yours, fuck’!”

“Make me forget them. Make me yours.” He obliged, flipping us so I straddled him, hands on my hips guiding my ride—up and down, grinding circles that hit every nerve. His eyes devoured me, thumbs teasing my nipples as I bounced, the slap of skin echoing. “That’s it, princess—ride me like you own me. You’re so fucking beautiful, coming apart on my cock.”

Marshall needs a successful project to silence the doubts about him in the company. "You kept saying you wanted to see the Northern Lights, right? I promise that once this project is successfully completed, I'll make the trip with you." As I took in the completely unrecognizable interior of the house, my mind went blank. All along, Marshall had been flaunting on social media about how wonderful his life was right now. He even talked about having his own private love nest. It turned out the love nest was simply the remodeled version of the home made out of my blood, sweat, and tears.

Trust me, nothing works faster on a possessive guy like Tristan than seeing you act unbothered while looking irresistible. I let out a shaky breath, a small, wicked smile tugging at my lips despite the tears. “You really think that’ll work?” “Girl, I know it will. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger already. Now make him feel it. Be hot, be cold, be untouchable. He’ll come crawling.”