Michael Afton X Reader Lemon Novels & Stories

Scarlett's POV Suddenly, the rustling of paper caught my attention. I turned around just in time to see Liam holding the draft I had left on my desk. My stomach instantly twisted into knots. "Put that down," I said quickly, stepping forward. But Liam didn’t listen. Instead, his dark eyes skimmed over the words, and to my horror, he started reading aloud. "Fiona is the female protagonist. She has been in love with the male lead for the past four years..."

“Yes, honey, that’s fine. In fact, after school, we’re going to talk more about it together, at the park, all three of us. I think Mr. D’Angelo can help. Now, I see lots of yummy things on this table and I’m starving. Sweetie, the table looks lovely. I’m so proud of you!” Hannah ate the remainder of her bagel in blushed silence. After the scorching kiss he’d shared with Emma in the bathroom moments ago, Michael found himself preoccupied by troubling thoughts from his tragic past, and chose to avoid her eyes at all cost. And although it felt like he’d already lived through an entire day, it had only been thirty minutes since Agremon had made his appearance. A telling sign that for some reason

Licking her lips, she moves to settle herself down next to the tray of delicious food before picking up her fork and knife and moving to enjoy her breakfast in peaceful bliss. 45 minutes later and a belly full of food, it doesn’t take Isabella long before she begins to get bored of just sitting within her room. Her body itching for something to keep her mind busy, that she decides on reading one of her many books, a book known as Our Luna, Our Mate. A spicy romance novel dealing with wolves. Werewolves to be more precise before diving into their pages for company. “Mmm, that’s it baby, moan for us” whispers Eros, loving the way Athena reacted to their touch even when Ares moved to bite her b

Title: My Best Friend’s Dad Bred My Tight Hole Chapter 3 Mike got home late and we all sat together like nothing was happening. We ate dinner at the table and talked about normal stuff. Mr. Reynolds acted calm and friendly but every time Mike looked away his eyes locked on me with that dark hungry look. Under the table his foot rubbed against my leg. I could still feel his cum leaking out of me from the afternoon and it made my hole twitch. After dinner Mike went to his room to play video games. Mr. Reynolds waited until the house got quiet then pulled me close in the kitchen and kissed me hard. His big hand squeezed my ass.

Sweet Pea Guun stood up, hands resting on the table, looked at her and asked, "Writer?" “No no no, no.” Lemon didn't know why Sweet Pea Guun suddenly asked like that, and was a bit flustered, hunched over to him, running away like a ghost, "Sweet Pea Guun, it's time, I'm off to work!" Sweet Pea Guun guessed that Lemon must be a reader of Brene Brian, perhaps he was on the internet sharing pictures of massage chairs, Lemon speculated whether or not he gave it.

“Read the passage. Aloud. Page forty-three.” She took the glass, sipped the burn, then opened the book. Her voice started steady but grew husky as she read the explicit scene, some words about trembling thighs, slick heat, a man taking what he wanted. Hale watched her mouth the whole time, leaning back against the desk, arms crossed. When she finished, the air felt thick. “Again,” he said. “Slower.” Mia read it slower. Her nipples tightened against her bra. Halfway through the second paragraph, Hale stepped around the desk, took the book from her hands, and set it down.

CHAPTER 17– HIM AGAIN?! Leon hunched over his laptop, fingers hammering the keys with feverish need. Damian’s mouth claimed him again on the screen—rimming him deep, relentless, before flipping him over and fucking him senseless. Just like always. Leon twisted the truth, swapping Aaron’s raw aggression for Damian’s golden perfection. His breath hitched. Heat coiled low in his gut. His right hand slipped down into his trousers, fingers wrapping around his throbbing length. A low groan escaped him as he stroked slowly, matching the rhythm he typed.

Sunlight filtered through the trees, landing on his black hair and focused profile, as if he were glowing. Michael's voice continued, with the coarse texture of the parchment, reading out a secret I'd buried in my heart for years: "I want to tell you, I've fallen for Damine Blackwood. But... his eyes are always on Sofia Keating. I know this feeling has no future." I clenched my hands in my lap, my knuckles turning white.

He needed to win her affection, luckily for him, Lucian couldn't come out in day time which mean he had her all to himself for the next hours. "Tsk...what are you doing here?," She asked with a glare unable to tear her gaze from his chest muscles that were left exposed through his unbuttoned black-sleeved shirt. Argh was he doing this on purpose?, she thought biting her lips. "To read of course," He smiled tilting her chin upwards with his fingertip, "Eyes up here darling," Alexa's cheeks heated up, embarrassed at being caught shamelessly drooling at his physique, "I didn't take you for a book lover,"

Is she not afraid that she’ll get hurt again? James, who was standing behind Liam, took a step backward. He was afraid he might get sick from the ice-cold aura Liam was exuding. Micheal was standing not far from them. The moment he saw Anna, he instantly figured out why Liam suddenly wanted a follow-up visit with him. It was all because of Anna Hamilton. He sure was clinging tight onto that woman! Micheal shook his head. It seemed like that god of abstinence had finally fallen in love.