My Girlfriend Is A Pervert Novels & Stories

Before he could speak, the strange girl came into my view with a menacing look. “Look bitch!! I do not know who you are or what you think you are doing, but this is my man, and trust me, what you had last night was just a one-time thing. Don’t think for any second that he was going to make it official, I’m his girlfriend, and you are the slut he just played with because I was out. You-“

I don't know what he was trying to make me do but I just hope he realises I am not that resistant and I also do not have a shit load of self control to keep ignoring the tempting and extremely enticing scenarios and positions he was placing in my head, with the woman in my arms. "since we are very much of the same body and everything you are also as perverted as I am." I retorted. "True, but you're more perverted than I am, I didn't have to do anything, you were obviously thinking about by yourself, I just had to give you a little help, but moreover, we are only perverts for her alone, no one else, we can't even stand anyone else for a mate, so we are not really perverts right? As she would

"You want your girlfriend to send you dirty pictures of her sucking off another guy?" "Damn right. And don't think I didn't notice that you just agreed that you were my girlfriend." "I thought we were taking it slow. I'll bet this is how you get all your conquests," she sent. "Did you find some little slut to take care of your needs?" she asked. "Hell no, I ain't trying to run you off," he sent.

Maybe if I lied. "Hate to break it to you, Angel," My lips twitch in a smirk. "But I am seeing someone .She's prettier than you and is the love of my life. "Just saying that made me want to barf. Such dialogues made me sick at how cheesy they sounded. So ridiculous. "Oh, yeah?" She scoffed. "Who is this mythical girlfriend of yours? If she does exist." "She's not mythical, she's real," About as real as a unicorn shooting rainbows through its butthole.

He gloated passing a $50 bill. "From the bottom." I retorted. The girl grinned at us, returning the change. "He can't beat my boyfriend, he's the worst." I chuckled. "Maybe they have a tie then." She laughed. "I think so too." Colton glared at me. "Just because I refuse to have kinky sex with you doesn't make me a bad boyfriend." I choked on air like literally the oxygen seemed to be playing peek-a-boo and refused to go down my esophagus. I gripped the counter, kneeling and coughing until after 10 seconds oxygen got tired and made its way down my throat.

“Who the hell is this goddess walking in here like she owns the damn room?” I smirked, leaning in just enough to tease. “It’s me, idiot. Amber. Your girlfriend.” “Bullshit,” he shot back, lips curling into a wicked grin. “No way I have a girlfriend this fucking stunning. I’d remember a body like that. Those tits alone would have burned themselves into my brain.” He reached out like he was going to touch it, and I smacked his hand away. “Stop it, you absolute pervert.”

“It’s like when he’s around you, he changes. He’s quieter. More careful. Almost like he’s waiting for you to approve of something.” Damian chuckled lightly, warm but measured. “Approval, huh? I guess he wants to make a good impression. I am his girlfriend’s father.” “Dad,” she said sharply, cutting through the charm. “I’m serious. Are you pressuring him? Maybe without realizing it?”

I slowly turn toward him. “Eric, I don’t know what the fuck your issue is, but I’m gonna say this one time and one time only because I never wanna see your face again.” His expression changes immediately. “She is my girlfriend. Mine. She is not some prostitute. She’s not some OnlyFans girl. She will never fucking be in your stratosphere.” I step closer. “So get the fuck outta my face before you see the Chicago come outta me and I give you a South Side ass whooping.”

I opened the box and read letter after letter. "Austin, you big dummy! You never text me if I don't text you first. Don't you care about me?" "Every time I look at my notebook, it's filled with your name. I miss you so much, Austin." "I heard you've found yourself a girlfriend. Does she treat you well? Does she love you like I do?" "It's fine. I just hope you'll always be happy, Austin. I want nothing but the best for you."

I was furious as I replied to his comments, [Are you crazy? [Hey, are you actually mad over this? Do you really think I’m eyeing your girlfriend?] Jack was obviously taunting me. [Too bad the person that you love the most is cutting my steak for me!] Then, he uploaded a photo. When I enlarged it, I saw Cindy’s face! My mind immediately went blank. Cold air seeped through the window cracks, and I felt goosebumps. I enlarged the photo further with trembling fingers. There was expensive food and wine on the table. In the middle, there was a ten-inch birthday cake.