Michael Afton X Reader Lemon Novels & Stories

Leon’s eyes snapped to mine, wide, dark, and swimming with that confusion I loved. “Better,” I whispered. I moved my hand down, my palm flat against his chest, feeling the frantic thump-thump-thump of his heart. “Now, relax your shoulders. You’re too stiff. You need to be... fluid. Like you want him to take control of your body and mind.” Leon flinched, his breath hitching. A flicker of recognition crossed his face. He’d written that. Almost word for word in Chapter 4 of his latest smut-fest. I felt a surge of sick satisfaction and adrenaline as I said that.

Arthur finds me like that—curled on the floor, knees to my chest, the baby kicking like it’s trying to escape. "Lily." His voice is calm. Too calm. I don’t look up. "I’m fine." A lie. We both know it. He crouches in front of me, his fingers tilting my chin up. His thumb brushes my cheek, wiping away a tear I didn’t realize had fallen. "You’re safe here," he murmurs. Another lie. But I let him believe it. Michael stands at the edge of the docks, the silver dagger a cold weight in his pocket. The moon is a sliver overhead, barely lighting the rotting planks beneath his feet.

Lily said and poked his cheek softly “ Thanks ” Michael replied without looking up “ What are you doing?? ” Lily asked and peeped into the phone “ Wow,,you love comics?? ” she asked “ Yeah,,it’s interesting to read,and I love the images too ” Michael replied “ Maybe that’s why you’re handsome like a comic character ” She said “ That’s funny ” Michael said with a smile “ It’s true,,” Lily said “ You’re also pretty ” Michael said “ Thanks ” She turned red immediately ______________🍀🍀

Even when I wasn't sure I could win Anthony’s love back? I held my breath as a moan lifted from my lips again, making my eyes roll back in my head, the loud slurping of my pussy filling the room. “Promise me, Lena,” Michael’s raspy voice came above me, breaking the lustful haze of desire and passion that twisted in my core before I snapped my eyes open to catch his hooded gaze. The desire I saw in his crystal blue eyes unnerved me, and I bucked my hips higher to meet his powerful thrusts, catching my bottom lips between my teeth at the sweet pain that sizzled through my pussy.

But Anita rather frowns, seeing how handsome Alfred looks, and she subtly compares him with Liam. "Liam doesn't run any hotel, yet he's finer than Alfred!" Anita says in jealousy as she keeps scrolling on Alfred's profile page, seeing more photos of him. Some in a yacht, some with him wearing just shorts and a singlet, his taut upper body and abs exposed, reminding her of Liam masculine body. She keeps on remembering Liam, even as she stares at Alfred's photos, her mind is totally occupied with thinking about images of Liam.

I looked at Wyatt, who was appraising me with narrowed eyes. “What? She forgets I can smell her all over the books and I know what ones are naughty, because well ya know,” I leaned over and tossed him a book from the pile. I had started reading the backs of things so I purposely incorporated a little spice in her life. He looked at the title, then skimmed the back of the book, it was some mafia romance. His brows raised, I shrugged.

But I wasn't as close to her as I was to Maya. I made my way toward my reading table and lowered myself onto the chair. I sighed, pressing a hand to my face before opening my laptop. Once I logged into one of the online novel-reading apps where I published my erotica books, notifications began to beep. They were comments from my readers. Over a hundred of them, which I had expected because I hadn't uploaded anything in the past three days since everything started. I began reading them one after the other. Christine_Atelier: When will you upload the next chapter, author? I'm dying to know if Aurora would actually beg for Damien's cock or if she would keep proving stubborn.

My phone buzzes on the table, a new email notification flashing, and I click it, curiosity piqued. The sender’s name stops me cold—Victor Graham. My breath catches, the coffee forgotten as I read his words. "Lily, I’ve launched Aurora Press—a new venture for erotica and literary fiction. Your blog inspired me. Join us for a reading next Friday at 7 PM, 45 Elm Street. I’d love to see you there.” My heart pounds, memories came flooding back, everything—his lectures, that intense gaze across the seminar room, the way his voice lingered on certain words.

You know what fine you can come Michael: Chinese? I rolled my eyes Red : Chinese. Michael: Good girl I swear my heart flipped to my vagina, that phrase does something to me He hands the phone back to the guy , he looks for relaxed less on the edge I smiled I curled up on the sofa , stuffing my face with popcorn watching him I felt at peace , I felt…… fulfilled Something I haven’t felt In a long time . MICHEAL The smell of whiskey filled the office as I stepped in , ilya a step behind me . I stood in front of the table watching my father sign the documents on his table , seeing that he doesn’t acknowledge I sat on the sofa and ignore him also , I go through my phone .

His eyes glowed red with lust and hatred as they focused on her, causing a throb of primal yearning to pulsate between her legs. “Oh, geesh, really?” I muttered. “You just watched this dude rip out your history professor’s throat, and now you want to get freaky with him after turning him down so many times when he was being sweet and kind and generous in his human form? Unbelievable.” Except I bet the scene that followed was going to be too hot to resist, so sign me up right alongside her because I was the one who flipped the page on my e-reader, eager to see what happened next.