Male Authors Fiction Novels & Stories

* “Not today, sweetheart. Today I’m going to spread those pretty legs and fuck you until the only word you remember is my name.” I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, my pussy clenching around nothing. Fuck. Heat flooded between my legs, soaking my panties as I subtly rocked my hips against the chair. My nipples were tight, aching peaks under my thin blouse. I could practically feel his fictional hands on me — rough, possessive, claiming. Real men didn’t talk like that. Real men fumbled through awkward dates and disappeared after one mediocre fuck. Sir Dominic’s heroes pinned you down, choked you with their cock, and ruined you for anyone else.

He wiped invisible sweat off his forehead and sighed wearily when his gaze fell on his enlarged lower part. He gritted his teeth___ Only elites knew how difficult it was for him to act back there. He really wanted to plunge into lust right there, but he was an author. Precisely, he was the author of this book he was currently living in. He knew Theo like the back of his hand and also knew how much of a playboy he was. Uea knew Theo wouldn't have gone to bed with him if he had agreed back there... Theo hated when his preys were too easy to catch.

“He…he’s been with other females?” I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Isn’t that like cheating or something? I thought everyone waited for their mates. Although I did know that while Fiona claimed to know Alpha Rowen was her mate, she didn’t wait for him. The more I thought about it, the more I realized not many did. I didn’t exactly wait, just no one was interested. “Uh….well yeah. Males can rarely keep it in their pants. Especially Alpha, and Beta males.” Molly said, breaking me out of my thoughts.

was some kind of campus Casanova, a mysterious god of sex who’d seen it all, done it twice, and written the manual. The truth was, I was a fraud. A beautiful, well-structured, grammatically perfect fraud. I was a virgin whose only sexual experience was the chafing on his own dick and the bitter taste of his own cum. Lately, the stories were getting harder to write. The well was running dry, and my own hand was getting tired. I was recycling my own pathetic fantasies, and they were getting stale. The latest comments on the magazine’s online forum were a public execution. ‘The author is obviously a virgin. Total turn-off.’ That one line had burned itself onto the inside of my eyelids. They kne

***** Warning: This book is rated 18 guys, there are words that some of you might find offensive so be warned. Also, the male protagonists of this book aren't all lovey-dovey at first, he's cold and aloof since it's his personality as a Mafia Boss. If you are not comfortable reading the book, I'll advise you should drop it. Don't forget to comment as it encourages me to write more, thank you!

Then, as if he’d won some unspoken battle, he smiled. “You’re a desired woman, Quinn,” he said. “By Cale, one of the most powerful Alphas in the area, and even by the angry power-hungry boy himself inside.” My heart skipped a beat, and I straightened, crossing my arms over my chest. “He’s not a boy anymore,” I shot back defensively. Alexander raised a brow, clearly amused. “Interesting defense,” he mused. “But where do you think I got the idea?” He gestured vaguely toward the house, his meaning clear. My mind raced. Did Luca—No. That was absurd.

"It's a guilty pleasure, I admit. But there's something else about this particular story that caught my attention." Curiosity sparked in Vivienne's eyes, distracting her from her thoughts. "Oh? Pray tell, what's so special about it? It seems like such a departure from the rest of the shelf." Marcus hesitated for a moment, as if debating whether to share a secret. "Well, the male main character in this one is a bear shifter like me." Vivienne's eyes widened in surprise. "A bear shifter?”

He lapped up every drop, prolonging the pleasure until I was a trembling, sobbing mess beneath him. Only when the aftershocks faded did he rise, stripping off his shirt to reveal a torso carved from marble, every muscle defined and powerful, a light dusting of dark hair trailing down to the massive bulge straining his trousers. He shed the rest of his clothes, and when his cock sprang free, thick, long, and veined, with a broad head already leaking precum, I whimpered in genuine fear and dark, forbidden longing. It was huge. Easily nine inches, girthy enough that I knew it would split me in two. Rafael stroked himself slowly, smearing the precum over the head as he positioned himself between

He was loyal to the core, and one thing he indulged in was his sexual escapades. He was never gentle when it came to sex or flirtations. He took as much as they gave and even more. His sexual conquests were known in the entire pack mansion and beyond. He’d been rumored to bed male partners as much as he did female. His sexuality was fluid, and for the first time I had seen him hesitating, gentle with a woman. A genuine affection that made me stiffen. I hid, watching her gaze search for mine after it had happened like she was a thief caught in the act. I saw how she blushed. Did she want him too? The question drove me mad, which was why there would be no resilience on my end.

He kept Todd on a leash both literal and figurative, the smaller man's toned body perpetually marked with Rico's teeth, his ass still flushed from that morning's spanking. Upstairs, Enzo's bedroom smelled of sex and espresso. The Italian stallion's barrel chest was a landscape of wiry black curls, his biceps straining as he pinned Lia to the mattress, her full breasts bouncing with every thrust. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her legs locked around his waist as he split her open with his thick cock, growling filthy praise into her ear. Jon's room was a symphony of control—his trans body a sculpture of hard-earned muscle, blond chest hair glinting in the lamplight as Jake loomed over him.