Max Lover Novels & Stories

Maxtor said, "It's not just the girls from our school, even the girls from school next door are in love with him. If you're not aggressive enough, he'll fall into the trap another she-devil has laid, and you won't even get a single taste of him." What she-devil? And did he mean by a taste of him? Sierra found his words crude so she paid him no heed. Maxtor was still blabbering ad infinitum. "I know that there are many excellent men in the world. Considering your identity, I'm sure you have many of those men revolving around you. But a man as outstanding and loyal as Johan is one in a million." Sierra grasped on the points that Maxtor was trying to make. Johan was an outstanding and loyal man

Do they have such high standards now that I am not good enough for them? All this self-inflicted torture has me going in circles in my mind and after a brief scolding by Max for once more thinking ‘only of sex’, I can’t help but get annoyed with him. “Do you even want to be my lover, Max!?” I ask him bluntly. I’m already regretting this argument of mine, but if we don’t talk this out, I am going to have blueballs for the entire year! Max shoots me a glare. “Dating isn’t all about sex!” He raises his voice as he grabs his keys to head out. “Stop being so selfish!”

SELENE Maxwell has been staring at me for the last twenty minutes like persistence alone will magically undo consequences. It’s starting to get embarrassing. “You know he’s still in love with you, right?” The man dancing with me smiles as he says it, clearly entertained by the entire situation. I glance past his shoulder toward the bar. Maxwell looks furious. Good. “No,” I correct lightly. “He’s in love with ownership. Different disease.” That earns a laugh from my dance partner as he tightens his hold slightly when the orchestra shifts songs again. Cameras flash somewhere nearby. Reporters love public suffering, especially billionaire suffering. And Maxwell Cox currently looks one inconveni

Let me suck your pussy now so that my tongue can also teach your pussy some foreign language too," Max said, licking his lips hornily. "I'll forever be your lover, Max; my boobs are all yours, my pussy belongs to you and you alone, my master," I spilt, dripping wet with Max's tongue all over me. "Say it again, say it again, Evans. I always knew you missed me badly, and you can't hide it anymore. You're such a good girl. I love the way you always moan to my rhythm and blues," Max honestly confessed Now it's my turn to make you feel great, Max; let me make your cock dripping with cum all over my mouth," I said in gratitude for Max's sexiness and work ethic in bed.

"Is this a damn joke?! The only—literally the only—good thing about this lousy marriage is being able to sleep with you!" Maxine couldn't help but smile sincerely. Because despite him being an arrogant prince, there was something she actually liked about Liam Harrington: he had no filter and didn't mind saying exactly what he wanted. "Well, I'm expecting a few more benefits besides sex, so control yourself a little, and we'll see if you earn it." She heard his frustrated growl and watched him storm off to wander the house. He found the master bedroom and slammed the door in her face, locking it before heading into the shower. But when he came out, dripping wet and relaxed, he realized she wa

“She’s watching.” Max sat up even straighter. Both of his hands dropped directly into his lap. His eyes went wide, round and innocent, a small smile appearing like the sun trying to bribe a storm. If he had a guardian angel, that angel was definitely filling out an overtime form right now. “I love Mami,” he said softly. I looked at him. “Manipulation.” “I love Gaby too.” Gabriella raised her glass of water. “I accept emotional bribes.” Max’s smile grew wider, then he picked up his fork carefully.

I shook my head because I don't have a reason to resist him. On our way to the Williams Mansion, no one really talks about anything aside from the music that was streaming from his car's audio. Maris like a fool also sang along with the music of Shania Twain's you're still the one and I have no idea that he listens to that kind of love song. "You're still the one I run to, The one that I belong to, You're still the one I want for life, You're still the one that I love The only one I dream of

I know it is wrong but I miss her and I regret rejecting her, I wish it was me who fell off the cliff as long as she would still be alive. I kiss all over her body and make my way down to her thighs, she teases me by closing her legs but I pry them open and feast on her, before I finally settle between her legs and push my member into her. She cries out in pleasure and grips my shoulders. “Do not stop, go faster Maverick, I am your Luna, make love to me” she cries out. I go faster until I can’t hold back anymore. I release into her and collapse on her. I whisper Jolene and Cynthia freezes under me. She does not say anything but I can feel the anger coming off her.

He urged. "Master-" "Shut the fuck up!" He cursed out loud. "Damnit Max! If you can't handle it then throw your mother fuckin self out of my car you hear me?!" His voice was filled with rage and his throat burned. Max sat back in his seat and sighed out into the car. This wasn't going to end well. His Master was truly falling in love without even realizing it. And to Miss Leonor? Such a bad taste! Armando picked up his phone and put a call through to the detective. "Master Armando, we are on your trail and you need to slow-"

"Marry this, do this, be this. It was never about me, was it?" Mr. Valtor's gaze darkened. "You think this is just about you? It's about the company, the family name, everything we built..." Max cut him off. "I don’t think I want to marry Lena again," he said. "I know I used to love her… but not anymore." "Used to?" Mr. Valtor’s face hardened. "I love someone else now." There was silence between them as Mr. Valtor paced back and forth.