Mature Pov Novels & Stories

Mark POV I had given in, given in to my fantasies and needs. I had done it thrice now, I had fucked my best friend daughter. I laughed to myself as I lit a cigarette and took a small puff. I went straight to my head. I don’t know if I regret it but there was no going back now. Once, a mistake, Twice was deliberate but three times? Nah that had to be something else. I tried to think of anything else but her. It was hard, really. I kept seeing that plump, round ass in my vision. Her curvy hips, her full breasts. Women like that was what Everyman hoped for, and she was making me fuck her, even seducing me when I try to resist.

(18+ Mature Content) (Adrian’s P.O.V.) Letting my lips brush the shell of her ear, I lean close. My hand traces her side slowly, sending shivers through her. “You want to take charge, baby?” I whisper, voice low, teasing, a smirk tugging at my lips. My gaze locks on hers, daring her to answer as every inch of my body presses just a little closer. “Mmm…” she breathes softly, her tone dripping with desire as her arms curl around me.

Theo shot back at Dark before continuing. "Ive screwed up many things already, and there's no way we can afford to make another mistake. On that day, he didn't even identify us as his mate, which I believe is due to him still being underage. Let's take our time with this!" Theo responded to Dark, displaying a mix of irritation and a hint of frustration. Dark understood Theo's perspective and nodded in agreement before retreating. For the first time, they found common ground, likely influenced by the delicate figure cradled in their arms.

Xavier Pov "That bastard wants my mate. MY FUCKING MATE. I can see it in the way he looks at her. She belongs to ME” I growl while pounding into Zoey, who doesn't have a care in the world. " Ah ah ah ah " Zoey moans while I fuck her. Honestly, I don't even know why I'm still doing this with her. I admit, the first few times with her were fun and made from lust, but now I don't know. I don't get the enjoyment out of it as I used to. Though my wolf is based on this. He doesn't care who we fuck, yet somehow, he still loves our mate. I don't get it.

I rolled my eyes, looked at his attractive body, and stammered. “I am speaking English. Scrub my back for me.” Brian turned his head and raised the bath sponge. I stared blankly at the pervert sitting in the white soap bubbles. Brian thinks he is the king, right? Or does he think he's a kid? If he asked me to skin him, I wouldn't say no. No maid bathed a thirty-year-old master. A pervert, extremely perverted. In modern times, he still oppresses others like this. I am not a slave.

For the past few weeks I had been completely obsessed with p**n. Not the soft, romantic stuff I used to watch with my husband Mark. No. I had fallen headfirst into the rawest, nastiest, most cliché videos I could find. The ones where a bored housewife gets absolutely destroyed by the plumber, the delivery guy, the pool boy, or any random stranger who shows up at the door while her clueless husband is somewhere else in the house. I could not stop thinking about it.

Abandonment — 1 Kidnapping —2 Interrogation — 4 Rape — 1 Gangbang — 5 Medical scenes— 2 Prison scenes — 2 Schoolroom scenes — 5 ;) Primal play — 2 Bodily fluids and functions Water-sports (giving) —1 Water-sports (receiving) — 1 Scats (giving) — 1 Scats (receiving) —1 Cum (giving) — 5 Cum (receiving) —5 Saliva (giving) — 2 Saliva (receiving) —2 Here is a space for any extra information the submissive would like to add: -deep throating is a VERY hard limit -absolutely no shit or piss -absolutely no feet either

POV: Aria I wake to fire in my veins. Not metaphorical, not poetic, but actual burning that starts at my birthmark and spreads through every nerve ending until I'm gasping into my pillow. The mate bond. It's been building since the kiss, growing stronger and more insistent, demanding completion. I curl into a ball and try to breathe through it, but breathing doesn't help. Nothing helps except him. My body knows what it needs, what I need. My pussy aches, wet and throbbing, the need to be touched, filled, and claimed consuming me.

That just because they could force him didn't mean he was a pushover or easy to deal with. He wanted them to know she was his. Even if he didn’t understand what that meant anymore. He only knew she was his to ruin. Even if he didn't know how to ruin her. Because he had promised he wouldn’t claim any other woman. And yet… “You are a hypocrite,” he told his reflection. His wolf growled. “I am not. I never promised anything or anyone. I always warned you. Lilith was not our mate.” “And so is she!” Callister shot back.

Still humming with it. And maybe—just maybe—I’d bring cream puffs so full they burst at the seams instead of those neat perfectly square little lemon bars. It had been almost a year since I’d actually been fucked—and let’s be honest, whatever Adam and I did barely qualified. Especially after what I’d seen here. Compared to the things I’d watched in this club, he may as well have been reading me a bedtime story. And tonight? I wasn’t in the mood for fairy tales. Maybe it was time to admit I wanted more.