Mouthwashing X Reader Novels & Stories

Cara sat down and leaned back in the tub, looking into Xavier's striking blue eyes. "Now, I want you to sit back up, querida." Cara followed his order and sat up, towards Xavier as he grabbed a loofah and applied milk and honey-scented body wash onto it. He then began to scrub the loofah against her back. With his other hand, he cupped a handful of water and poured it over her skin, washing away the soap. Closing her eyes, Cara enjoyed the warmth of the water against her skin. This felt like heaven.

Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

My movements were sluggish, but I forced myself forward, step by step, until I reached the bathroom. My hands trembled as I turned on the faucet, letting the cold water run. I grabbed a handful and splashed it onto my face, trying to wash away the filth, the violation, the lingering presence of him. But it wasn’t enough. The taste of him was still in my mouth, making my stomach churn with disgust. I grabbed the bottle of mouthwash with unsteady hands, pouring more than necessary into my mouth. I swished it violently, gagging on the strong minty burn, desperate to erase him from my senses. But it didn’t feel like enough. It would never be enough. I scrubbed my tongue, rinsing again and again,

I bite the inside of my cheek and run my hand over my face because of the water pelting over my face and blearing my vision. Dima hangs his head low, amusement curling his lips. “Really, novels? How much have you read?” The thick air clears around us just by grabbing a hint of a smile from the hard lines of his face. “A lot. I can’t begin to count, you know.” His gaze still lingers on me, darkening at every word I spill. I pick up the soap and loofah from the cabinet perched against the wall. I bring it closer and allow the loofah to soak in some water before spurting the soap on it.

I ignored the pout on her lips as we stood against each other when I turned the knob of my shower. If you want, you can join Mahi Mistry's F******k Group or Page: Author Mahi Mistry and also follow her on I*******m @authormahimistry to keep up with the recent updates regarding her books! You can access all the books + bonus content on her P*****n Page Mahi Mistry.

Marcus swiped his hand away from my waist behind his back, biting my ear in a charming whisper, laughing at me for being so obedient. The smell of his breath and the damp sensation on my cheeks from his mouth made me swallow. Marcus rolled up on my palm and made my fingers curl in a circle around my waist, wetting my clothes and body. The smell of the bodily fluids that enveloped him day after day became fresh and rich. My esophagus suddenly twitched, and I couldn't help but push Marcus away and turn my head to cover my mouth. The nausea that came up was just burning my throat, and I couldn't even make a retching motion, just irritating Marcus who had just risen.

It was three minutes of silent torture, her every motion innocent yet sensual in the dim light. “You’re done,” I finally said, voice lower than I intended. “Come on.” She swayed as she rose, catching herself against the sink. I filled a plastic cup with warm water and mouthwash, swirling it together. “Rinse.” She bent over, and I automatically gathered her hair into my fist, holding the strands back as she leaned down. She gargled, spat, and rinsed, then wiped her lips with the back of her hand. “Thanks,” she murmured as I steered her toward the bed. She flopped down, looking smaller, softer, more human than I’d ever seen her. “Good mouthwash-to-water ratio. Not too minty.”