Monkey Pants Novels & Stories

“Even if you aren’t a demon, you are a fucking animal,” I growl, not sure if I’m talking to Christian... or myself. He cranes his neck and studies me coyly out of the corner of his eye, as I’m bent there right over his back, erection flush against his ass cheeks… “Drop your pants already,” he orders. I shouldn’t be in love with another man, let alone a vampire. I’m an enforcer for the Family, a servant of the church that runs this whole Godforsaken country, but you can’t change how you’re wired. You can’t change who you want, even when you’re natural enemies – blood-sucking demon and baptized hunter, both bound to be killed for this transgress. Warning: This book contains explicit material, sex scenes, CT, violence, guns, and death. Read at your own discretion.

“I’m—“ My breath catch as my eyes darted between the bulge in his pants and his dark stare. “I’m not interested.” I said, turning on my heels and walking towards the door. With bated breath, I hoped he’d grab me from behind as I approached the door, my chest tightening in anticipation. ……………………………………………… One drunken night. One shattered heart. One man she never planned to want. Irene Reynolds loves the thrill of the chase but the man who tempts her most, Damian Russo refuses to play along. He’s controlled. Unyielding. Off-limits in all the ways that matter. As desire dares duty and sparks fly, the question isn’t who will chase whom… It’s who will break first. And when Damian finally lets her win, will Irene be satisfied with the chase or will she want everything else he offers her after?

"Imagine how much nicer it would be if you were in these handcuffs, squirming, pleading, yet needing, beneath me." His words caused a stir in my pants and a whirlwind in my life. They provoked images in my mind I never would have thought of on my own. Neither would have imagined that I would touch myself to his words. The reasons are simple, One, he is in cuffs because I am a detective and he is a criminal. Two, I have a girlfriend, I am straight. Nothing can ever happen between us. Elijah Stone is a star detective, model in all his ways, and a model girlfriend that he isn't sexually attracted to. Until criminal Jesse Harding walks into his life, ruining everything and needing Elijah's protection. Now Elijah has to fight bad guys, and his traitorous body that only wants to drown in Jesse's chaos.

I went to exactly one party in my new, wealthy neighborhood. Then my neighbor Brenda sued me. In court, she held her bruised and battered daughter, Tiffany. She accused my son of rape. Mid-hearing, Tiffany tugged her collar down. Red marks circled her neck. "He tried to rip my pants off," she sobbed. "He tried to force himself on me. I fought back. So he beat me. He ruined my face!" Outside the courthouse, protesters held up signs, calling my son a piece of trash, a spoiled rich kid. Online, a photoshopped memorial of me went viral. The caption read: The unfit mother should die with her son. My company’s stock plummeted. But I just sat there. Stone-faced. I asked for my son, Cooper, to be brought in. The courtroom doors opened. Cooper walked in. Everyone froze.

Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. The story contains explicit adult content of a sexual nature and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. Xoxo. Beg me to take you," he murmured. His voice was rough, reverberating through my bones. "Beg me to bend you over that couch and fuck you." The words were out of my mouth before I could think about them. "Oh, yes," I whispered. "Please." He paused. Then, to my everlasting dismay, he pulled back, removing his hand from my pants and leaving a wet, cold trail behind. A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest, turning my knees to pudding. "No," he said. It took a second to register. "What?" I cried. "Why? You asked me to... why?" And he laughed. He laughed at me.

After the death of her parents in a fatal accident, Maria's life takes an ugly turn. Immersed in huge debts and meeting her supposed boyfriend pants down with another lady, Maria is heartbroken. In the spur of the moment, she decides to end it but luckily gets saved by a mystery man. Going to the club for a fun time, she gets drunk and bangs a stranger who is no other than Andrew Walker, the son of her parents's killers. Shockingly, he is her savior; the mystery man, and just as he gave her a second chance at life, he's determined to frustrate her to death. When his fake date for the day disappoints him, Maria is his only hope. What is supposed to be a one-time thing, needs another and another until she's tied with Andrew. How much can she endure her fate? And secretly seeking revenge for her parents, will she damn their bond and hurt her savior in wolf's fur?

THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT🔞 Daddy’s Sweet Addiction is a collection of addictive stories packed with obsession, temptation, jealousy, and desire. One glance starts the craving. One touch makes it worse. And once they fall into temptation, there’s no turning back. …… He slammed me against the bed, and as I opened my eyes, I was treated to a sight. His black pants slipped off his muscular legs, revealing he didn’t miss leg days at the gym. “I want that… I want,” I begged. I knew I would be embarrassed by my appeal later, but my mouth just spoke for the inaudible pussy lips. A girl just wanted what she wanted. “Isn’t that why we are here?” Again, his voice rumbled as he slipped the briefs off his hips. “This is what you will get in two days,” he said. I spread my legs like some shameless whore….

Fedora Smith was done with love. Finished. Buried. Betrayal had ripped out her heart and torched it—her boyfriend of four years and her best friend of twenty-five caught pants down on the very anniversary sheets she gifted him. And their excuses? “You’re not attractive anymore.” “You took too long to marry him.” Fine. If love was a game, she was rewriting the rules. Now, she runs The Bridal Fix, an elite agency providing fake marriages for a steep price—rent-a-bride services for men needing to fool their families, secure an inheritance, or stage the perfect breakup. Fifteen weddings, fifteen divorces—no strings, no mess. Just business. Until Judah Carlstone. He hires her like the rest—one contract, one wedding, one payday. But Judah asks too many questions. Looks at her too long. And when he smirks and says— "Tell me, Fedora… how does it feel to say ‘I do’ and not mean it?" For the first time in years, she has no answer. Because this was never supposed to feel real.

️Warning ️ MATURE CONTENT Zara comes home to Willow Creek and crashes into forbidden heat with her best friend Amina's widowed dad, Elias. ****** Ripping my pants aside ..he slids his finger inside me .. eyes locked on mine ..I let out a gasp as I feels his powerful fingers touching the walls of my womanhood. "Should I stop?, he asked his voice raced with need and a hint of teasing to it.I shuttered, the pleasure overwhelming my sense of judgement and reasoning. I just had one thought in mind," I wanted him to fill me up,and fuck me, destroy my pussy without a care of anyone, not even my best friend." ***** When the pregnancy test turns positive, the secret explodes. Elias wants her and their baby forever. Amina finding out her best friend is carrying her father's child could ruin everything. Raw, unprotected, age-gap obsession with one life-altering surprise.

Jenson Bailey suffered from severe face blindness. The morning after our wedding night, right after sleeping with me, he pulled up his pants and warned me coldly, "We got married for business. Profit comes first. We stay out of each other’s lives. Don’t forget your place, Natasha." So I picked up a part-time job at a coffee shop. Jenson said, "That girl has a really clean vibe. Look into her background." When I started singing at a bar, Jenson said, "That lead singer’s voice is incredible. Find a way to sign her to the company." After I set off fireworks by the beach, Jenson stared at me for a long moment before asking, "Miss, have we met somewhere before?" I told him I was married, and he went quiet for a while. "I’m not interested in being the other man. But can I ask when your husband plans to get out of the way?"