Mr Crawling X Reader Novels & Stories

The room was a haze of desire, the air thick with the musk of sex. Alex's hand moved to Jack's ass, his grip firm as he guided him closer, taking him deeper. Jack's hand moved to my face, his thumb brushing my lower lip, smearing pre-cum across it. "Do you like watching?" he asked, his voice strained. I nodded, unable to speak, the sight too intense. Alex's hand moved to my clit, his fingers mimicking the motion of his mouth on Jack's cock. The sensation was exquisite, a mirror of pleasure that had me arching my back.

“What the fuck was that?!” “Incubus,” Lila said matter of factly. “They ooze lust. It’s literally how they eat. You looked like you were about to climb him like a tree.” I slapped my hands over my face and groaned. “I feel violated.” She laughed and hugged me tight. “Welcome to Gravemire. Get used to it.” We split paths a moment later, promising to meet for dinner. I needed water. Or maybe a cold shower. Or possibly a priest.

After giving up on research, I had every intention of enjoying a romance novel in the library for the rest of the day, but when Xavier came in the library looking for me, I knew from the look on his face that he had other plans. He had reached out his hand requesting to read the page I was on. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I was reading a particularly spicy scene. My flushed face gave everything away. Xavier’s nostrils flared as he finished reading the page I was on. In the book the main characters were fucking on the floor of the library when another male character joined them. They filled two of her holes and plowed into her in the middle of the stacks. “I can smell

In some cases, she just scanned the spines, when visible. After another hour or so, Caitlin, her back killing her, on her hands and knees, reached the far wall. At the very bottom of one of the tallest stacks, she yanked out one particularly large and heavy book—and as she did, the entire stack came crashing down around her; she quickly covered her head as the mountain collapsed, and got out of the way just before being completely crushed. The books finally settled in a huge cloud of dust, and she looked up, dazed and confused. She felt like she wanted to cry.

The wetness, the pinkness, that’s all he could really see and what he could hear was the desperation embedded within every single one of her whimpers. She spread her legs wider, her lips between her teeth making it so much harder to hold himself and the beast within him back. “Mine!” He growled, his eyes flashing red once again. **** *** A/N// Xavier is cheating on me y'all...he...he😭😭he's going to do it with Celia. I've been crushing on him for so long and yet...! What an evil bastard...I hope he never cums!☹️ 😕

CHAPTER 3 MIA The obsession hit hard. I was cock-crazed for him, imagining his thick length—huge for his age, rock-hard and veined—pounding me raw. The second I got into my apartment, door locked and lights off, I collapsed on the bed, skirt hiked up, fingers sliding straight into my dripping pussy. I was still so sensitive from his mouth, walls fluttering as I pumped two fingers deep, rubbing my clit furious with my thumb. "Xander," I moaned loud into the pillow, picturing his dark eyes possessive on me, his growl ordering me to cum again. "Daddy, please... need your cock so bad." I came fast and hard, body arching off the bed, juices soaking my hand as I gasped his name over and over, seei

⚠️ CONTENT WARNING This chapter contains explicit adult content, including strong language, mature themes, and sexually suggestive/graphic scenes. It is intended for 18+ readers only. Reader discretion is advised. If you are uncomfortable with explicit or mature material, you may wish to skip this chapter. * Chapter 44 – Talia’s POV I stood by the side of the bed, my fingers white-knuckled as I gripped the hem of the towel. Vermont lay there, watching me, completely bare. He looked so comfortable in his own skin, while I felt like I was about to jump out of mine.

My breath catches, a sharp gasp, and I scramble back, my hands slipping on the tile as panic claws up my throat, raw and suffocating. I’m Vivian Harper, the girl who hides in books and shadows, the one who’s never been special, never been anything but ordinary. This can’t be real. But the broken window, glass glittering across the counter like fallen stars, the faint scratches on the floor where my nails—claws—dug in… it’s all real. Too real. My heart pounds, the hum under my skin a storm I can’t control, and I can still see it—Tyler’s body rippling, fur spreading across his skin, his growl shaking the room as he fought that thing. He’s human again now, his leather jacket torn at the shoulde

(THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT, IT'S NOT ADVISABLE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) Craving 3 (Desires) Seeing a devious smirk on her face, I walked away, even though I knew there was no getting out of this one. When it comes to the mistress, I like her talking since she discloses too much and keeps me prepared for what is to come, but when she remains silent, I can't foresee her.

My heart pounded as my fantasy stepped out of my head and into reality, familiar and terrifying all at once. My hands shook as I undressed. I could feel him there even though I couldn’t see him clearly. Like the air itself leaned toward him. When I was done, I stood still, exposed in my lingerie, unsure of what came next. My skin felt too aware, every breath too sharp. Then his voice came again. “Crawl to me.” The command landed deep inside me, heavy and sure. It went straight through my chest and settled low, right where I felt everything most. My heart started racing, fast and loud, and I hated how quickly my body responded. Hated it—and loved it.