Mr Crawling X Reader Novels & Stories

~Lyra's POV~ “Hmmmmmmph Xavier... Fuck me already.” The words slipped from my lips in a breathless plea, my body still trembling from the intense climax. The bond between us burned hotter than ever, our wolves pressing close to the surface, their howls echoing in my mind as they urged full connection. Xavier’s eyes met mine, dark with primal desire and deep love, the bond pulsing with shared need that made every heartbeat feel synchronized.

Sweat slicked their skin, their wolves purring in approval. “Ahhhmmm!!” “ Oh.. please I want more!!” Naelis cried out from pleasure, her legs shaking with every hard thrust. He reached under her legs, found her swollen clit with his fingers and began rubbing fast circles on it. “Cum for me,” he ordered. “Come on my cock” “Ahhhhmm…Zoran!!!!” As soon as she heard his words, Naelis's whole body seized and her pussy walls clamped down so tight around his cock that he almost lost control.

Chapter thirteen Elio's POV I stepped back slowly, zipping up without a sound. This boy. This reckless, loud-mouthed hacker who should’ve been terrified, who was terrified yesterday, just let me use his mouth like it belonged to me. Taking my cock like he’d been waiting for it. I stood there, my breath shallow, watching how his eyes were glossy, his face flushed, and mouth still parted like he wasn’t done. Like he wanted more. He knelt there on the cold tile, chest heaving.There was a wet spot on the front of his brief indicating that he hadn’t touched himself. Good.

His mouth opened and closed but I couldn’t hear any other sounds. Ricardo turned instantly, taking large strides towards me. I scraped and skidded backwards, trying to peel myself away from the ground but the crumble of mud gave me no grip. His gaze was tangible, just like the steel he held in his hands. He gripped my throat, yanking me from the ground, up against the SUV. I could feel the sharp edge press against my abdomen. I saw the look in his eyes as he relished in the fear he was bringing to me.

***** Jamaal Amir Haidar I watched as she stared with wide eyes. She looked too cute, I didn't say a word, I let her look to her fill. I allowed my gaze to rove over her perky breasts. Hickeys were already splattered along her chest. Her nipples were swollen from the justice I administered to them. My mouth watered, I need to have a taste of them again. I watched her mouth move, like she was talking to herself. Suddenly she began to crawl slowly to where I was standing, her breast giggled as she got closer. She paused right in front of me and knelt.

My pussy dripped helplessly as he worked me open, my nails digging into his back as I tried to ground myself, my vision blurring as I stared up at the ceiling. I was completely lost in it, because Xavier knew exactly what he was doing. One finger became two… then three, stretching my tight walls in a way that was almost too much. His thrusts became faster, rougher, more dangerous, and I felt the pressure building rapidly. “Ughh!” I cried out as I came hard, my body trembling, leaving me breathless. But Xavier only made it worse. He pulled his fingers out, slick with my release, and slowly sucked them clean, his eyes locked onto mine. The sight alone made my body throb again.

The Crawl moon clubhouse doesn’t look like much from the road. From a distance, it could be any biker hangout you would rather not get caught dead in—a warehouse squatting on the edge of the desert, its windows blacked out, its parking lot filled by rows of bikes lined up beside each other. There’s a sign on the chain-link fence: No Trespassing. Underneath, in smaller red spray-paint: Seriously. Don’t. So naturally, here I am. The front door opens with a creak that feels like a warning than a faulty door. The smell hits me first—beer, smoke, leather, and different kinds of perfumes or none at all. The kind of smell that tells you no good thing has ever happened past this threshold.

A perfect balance. She hums into the thin pillow, and her eyes flutter shut. I unlace her blouse from behind, baring the curve of her spine. She is already softer than she was the first time I tasted her, and I take my time with it. I lick, suck, and nibble along her spine, mapping the new softness. Xandra writhes slowly beneath me, moving to a song neither of us can hear, sinuous as a snake. Her answering moans are soft, growing slowly louder. We can take our time. No one will need us for a long time yet.

So often in fact, that I had grown used to him finding a loophole out of our ideas, and finding more and more ways to torture me. Xavier turns my face to his. He runs his hand along my cheek, pulling me in close. He knows as much as I do that this would just be like Craig. Finding a way out of this once more. Craig is relentless in his mission to make me suffer. He's like the cockroach that can't be killed. The hydra that only grows another head after each strike. It feels absolutely impossible that he could actually be dead.

I checked the rooms one by one. Each one empty and even the blood stains were cleaned. It was like no one had ever been there. I searched every inch but there was nothing anymore. I saw a faint mark on the wall and walked closer and ran my fingers over it. It was an inscription of X. There were three faint Xs drawn on the inside of the wall near the hallway; they were small almost invisible. My heart beat faster because I recognized that sign anywhere. “X crime group…” I whispered. I had always suspected that Chloe was involved with them, but now I was sure. I kept looking, hoping to find more. I opened every drawer, checked under every loose tile, moved every old box, but there was nothing