Male Author Romance Novels Mga Nobela at Kwento

We stayed in thoughtful silence before I snapped my fingers. “This building has fifty percent female staff and forty percent male staff. Within the fifty; thirty percent are married, ten percent are younger than you and the other ten percent are interns, which would not make sense. Men in the building are sort of single.” Anthony chuckled. “Babe, I'm not gay.” I gulped. I was never going to be used to Anthony calling me babe or baby randomly. He always used it without any attachments but I received it with attachments.

They could smell the inexperience on my fictional characters, the fumbling uncertainty of a man who’d only ever seen a real cock in a gym locker room. I needed inspiration. I needed the real thing. I needed to see it, to hear it, to smell the sex in the air until it was so thick I could choke on it. And I knew exactly where to get it. Damian. He wasn’t just a guy; he was a myth. The captain of the lacrosse team, with a face that could make angels weep and a body that looked like it had been carved from granite and sin. The rumors about him were epic, whispered in hushed, reverent tones in dark bars and sticky dorm rooms. They said he was insatiable, a god of pleasure who left a trail of sati

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My broken soul was completely, hopelessly tethered to the exact man who ruined me. Even though I was completely terrified of the Warlord, even though I never wanted to see his terrible leather whip again, my cursed body only answered to his scent. King Cillian was my fated mate. He had thrown me away like garbage in the dirt, but my biology would never, ever let him go. I felt completely trapped in my own skin. My broken wolf would never answer Kaelen's wild pine scent. I was a hollow, empty shell, and the only person in the entire world who held the key to waking me up was the exact monster who broke me.

"By midnight, the Alpha and the Luna must have sex under the full moon… and the Alpha will mark the Luna as his mate." "WHAT?!"

I cried out, hands fisting the sheets as he bobbed his head, tongue swirling around me. “Fuck, your mouth...Ryan...slow down...” I begged, hips bucking up. He held my thighs open wider, taking me deeper until his nose pressed against my stomach. He pulled off with a wet pop. “Taste so good. But I want more.” Two thick fingers pressed against my hole without warning. He pushed one inside, rough and insistent. “Too dry...fuck, it burns,” I hissed, clenching around the intrusion. “You’ll take it.” He worked the finger deeper, curling it until he found that spot. My cock jumped and I moaned loud. “There it is. Your prostate loves this, doesn’t it, little brother?”

She said. “Who doesn’t want a standard wedding?” he remarked and was taken aback by surprise as she stared at him with rounded eyes. Her look made him scoff. “What? You think I don’t have sentimental or romantic feelings?” “Well. You’re always so uh…” Andra searched for the right words that befitted how she saw him. “macho.” She concluded. “Macho?” “Yeah, you know, tough, dependable, unbending, resolute, unshaken, determined…” she paused as his gaze became intent upon hers making her almost catch her breath.

A/N Thank you for your continued support. Hope you enjoyed this short, completed and simple love story. Just a feel good romance, where there aren't any villains, only misunderstandings and a lot of loving. A list of books I have written: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Alpha's Chance At Love (Werewolf Romance) A reminder that all my books are mature. I accept constructive criticism, bullying in any forms is unacceptable.

he demanded, slamming inside her in one brutal thrust, stretching her walls around his girth. “All yours, daddy,” Nova gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely. “I love how that pussy just fucking eats up my dick,” he panted, pulling back and slamming in again, the wet sounds of their joining filling the room. “Smells so sweet, tastes even better. Gonna breed this tight hole tonight.” “Oh, my God! Fuck! daddy, that feels so good,” she moaned, her body rocking with each powerful stroke. “How am I doing, sweetie?” Adam taunted, grinding deep. “I'm so fucking good at ruining you, ain’t I?”

“So… we’re all okay with this, right? I mean, we all know I’m sleeping with all of you, right?” “Well, not all at once. Gross,” Rafe replies, wrinkling his nose. “That’s a little bit too much of a sausage-fest for me. But yeah, it’s all good.” “I would never tie you down. This arrangement is fine with me. Though the point about sausage is a valid one,” Tomás agrees. Scott laughs. “I feel you there. As long as my time with you is our own, I don’t have a problem.” “You know already that I was hoping you’d see other men, little red bird,” Damien says. “My schedule just isn’t conducive to a different sort of relationship. And, as Rafe says, these are all good men. And STD-free.”