Milkman X Reader Novels & Stories

'Warning- Hi, so I'm the author and I've come with a warning dear readers. This is in Jaxon's view, and you all know him to be a Mafia, which means this chapter will have discussions on illegal things. Things like rape, to trafficking and other things like that. I'm putting this warning for those who are sensitive to those stuff. So, beware…' Jaxon had to resist looking back to stare at her before finally turning the corners. How could one woman be so intriguing?

Of course he did. “Why do you care so much?” He tilted his head, pressing the barrel harder until Jake hissed through clenched teeth and his cock twitched against the metal. A clear bead of precome welled at the slit, sliding down the underside in a slow, glistening thread. “This little street whore opens his legs for you one night and suddenly you’re ready to die for him? Pathetic.” Jake’s throat worked. He didn’t look away from me. “Milo…” The word came out cracked, barely audible.

“I believe you, but how do you know all the things you’re saying? Virgins are supposed to be naive. Or did Vlad spoil you that fast?” ​“Mmmm… great,” I whispered, ignoring his naughty question. His milk tasted warm and salty in my mouth. I licked my fingers hungrily and reached down to cup a second handful, desperate for more. But he caught my wrist, stopping me mid-motion. ​“Answer me first. I don't like being ignored,” he stood up, pulling me from the floor with him. ​“I've read a lot of sex stories, Rurik,” I mumbled, my body trembling as I stood beside him in the dark, his warm milk dripping slowly down my thighs, a messy reminder of what we’d just done.

~Bianca Miller leaned over my head, his thick cock hovering just inches from my lips. "Open up, B. Take my cock in your filthy mouth." I opened my mouth, and he slid back. At the same time, I felt Jax’s massive hands grab my knees, shoving them back toward my shoulders. He didn't use any lube; he didn't need to. I was already wet and slippery with anticipation. He lined himself up and pushed. "Your pussy is so fucking good, B."

Even in this extremely awkward situation, that smile of his still manages to set my body aflame, and I feel my pussy immediately respond to him. “Oh, do tell.” I notice her voice has reached icy, frigid levels. “I’m his daughter’s best friend,” I say, noticing the instant relief in her eyes. “Oh, how sweet,” she says with a grin that makes me want to smack her stupid, beautiful face. “What would you like to drink, Mr. Mancini?” I ask, just wanting to get the hell out of there. “I’ll take a whiskey, please. Thank you, Ashley.” I try not to think about how much I love the sound of my name on his lips.

"Full of wolves at that." She removed the pumps from my boobs, and both bottles looked full. Oh, it felt like a weight had been pulled off my body, but my breasts were aching. "Can I see that?" Miall asked, and Anin passed him the bottle. He swirled the milk around and did the unexpected. Miall downed the milk and looked at me. "I am jealous, Amanah; he won't be the first to have your milk." This dumb bitch!

Without you, the readers, I wouldn't have been able to tell their stories. Please feel free to reach out to me through my social media pages. On my Face book page as Maramartha. And on my Instaagram as maramarthaa. While keeping an eye out for Calum’s story: To Seduce My Stepbrother, you can check out my other completed stories; 1. Mr Reluctant Billionaire. 2. Mrs Reluctant Billionaire 3. Erotic Shades Of Passion: a short erotic anthology. (This one is just 42 chapters).

Biglang nanliit ang paningin ko dito. “Gusto mo ba mag-usap tayo habang ini-enjoy ko ang ginagawa mong Milktea? Igawa mo naman ako please, para hindi kita pag-initan.” Traydor na ngumiti nga ito ng husto sa aking harapan. “Paano ko naman igagawa ng Milktea ang isang magnanakaw na hindi ko nilalagyan ng lason ang inumin mo?” “Ikaw!” “Talaga namang magnanakaw ka diba? Yung manuscript ay akin!”

No one called it a revolution anymore, but in every glass of milk, in every loaf, there was the undeniable tang of refusal. On Sundays, when no one expected them to work, Xander liked to lie on the roof with Carolina and watch the clouds. He would read to her—sometimes poetry, sometimes old technical manuals, once, memorably, the entire illustrated guide to Sicilian cheeses that she’d rescued from a dumpster. She’d mock him, but never more than a page or two before falling asleep with her head heavy on his chest. The heat from her skin always made him feel both invincible and as breakable as bread.

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside