Natasha X Reader Novels & Stories

Natasha is a 15yr-old- girl with a pure heart and soul of an angel, a cute smile and a weird sense of humour that turns a bit humiliating sometimes. She is gorgeous and elegant, however, she wasn't the same since childhood. She had a few awful years in her life and was continuously persecuted for being chubby and possessing acne-prone skin. Nevertheless, puberty hit her hard and she fought a war in the gym.

My cock springs free, thick, veined, wet at the tip and she takes me into her mouth without warning, a full wet suck that makes my hips jerk forward. I fist her hair. She gags. I don’t stop. I thrust. She whimpers. Her nails dig into my thighs, her moans vibrating against me, spit spilling down her chin with each time her throat wraps around my thickness. And when I hear the door creak behind me, I don’t need to glance over my shoulder to recognize the scent. Alexandra Russo. A growl rumbles in my chest, and I thrust even deeper till the girl at my feet is gagging and choking.

“I don’t even know her, but I can feel it. She’s probably one of those quiet, overly polite types who’ll try too hard to fit in.” Diana arched a brow. “You plan to do something about it?” Natasha paused, lips curling slightly. “yes, she’s not right for this family for him I’ll make sure everyone sees it.” Diana’s smirk deepened. “You always did enjoy playing the strategist.” Natasha gave a low laugh. “I just protect what’s mine. And Xavier may be stubborn, but I know how to get through to him.” Meanwhile, Xavier reentered the hallway, keys in hand, adjusting his jacket. He caught a glimpse of his sister’s retreating figure and sighed. He knew that look that spark in her eyes that meant troub

He stared at her, his mind busy, but not too busy to notice the steady rising and falling of her breasts under the thick material of her overcoat. “You want that fast action?” He said ponderously as if speaking to himself. “And I should get it based on the amount I'm offering.” “You'll get it,” he said sharply. There wasn't much he wouldn't do for money. Natasha stood up. “See you in three days,” she said and walked toward the door. Barely paused his thoughts, to watch the sinuous roll of solid hips as Natasha moved to the door. It was a show he felt, even priests and monks would have stared at, and he was no priest nor a monk, so he watched with no inhibitions.

Yet I am even willing to lose myself to obtain that girl. At this moment, vivid images of Natasha are flashing in my mind. She hopped here and there, dancing with grace, and then gazed at the bouquet and card with wide-eyed wonder and threw it into the dustbin. Her charm is truly eye-catching. On the other hand, her story seems different, and truly remarkable. She has a lot of talent. Her story proposal was about a dark murder fiction, where a woman is killed, and a lawyer and a police officer handle the case to find the real culprit behind the murder. Her story has only a few episodes, so it would be easy to finish it early.

somewhere in the middle of all that I blacked out. “You shouldn’t black out before I cum, you know..... Natasha,” Celeb murmured to himself as he pumped his last final strokes into my pssy as I sat limp leaning against his broad chest before his release took over him. He groaned with pleasure as he bit hard into my bare shoulder. I didn't feel anything. I don't know why these brothers like to bite my shoulder while f*cking me, I thought as I dozed off.

It was out of reflex but she ended up upsetting someone else that too in a very negative manner. "Stop if you don't want me to break your legs." Xavier hollered and stepped inside the apartment. His eyes narrowed into thin slits. His domineering stone forced Grace to obey. Gulping her sobs, she looked at Natasha for help only to be left disappointed. Natasha gave her a wicked smile. Considering their relationship status, it shouldn’t be surprising for Grace to decode that she was the one who helped Xavier track her location. Natasha flipped her hair and stood beside Xavier. She was overjoyed by Grace's terrified face.

I simply looked back at her and didn't say anything, I wasn't going to stopp down to her level by throwing hurtful words around, but apparently Xavier had a different plan. “Hey lady, you don't talk to my mummy like thay. And even if she didn't wash her face, she is was more better than you. I mean don't you have a toothbrush, your breath stinks, I'm small and I can smell it from down here.” Xavier tells her and I'm about to shush him, when his brother doubles on what he said. “My brother is right old lady, your breath stinks.” Clayton tells her. “Old? Who are you calling an old lady?” Natasha asked and live it to her to be focused more on her looks than the fact that two little boys just to

"I honestly expected a lot more." "Shut the fuck up Natasha," Xavier hiss removing his hand from my leg; the heat disappears almost immediately and my skin prickles from the loss of physical contact. "And get the fuck out while you're at it." "Why? I just got here?" she taunts, eyeing me. "The party has just started, and I plan on having a lot of fun, Xavy." ======================================= Thanks for reading!

"And don't throw away those other buckets. I will come for them soon." She snorts and lifts her perverted book to her face. "I wouldn't dream of stealing your trash." My eyes travel to the cover of her book. Jesus Christ. Hayden is gone for one day, and she is already reading a porno! I swear Natasha is sex addicted, and judging from the sounds I hear at night, Hayden is the same junk and corn. Well, whatever floats their boat. I walk up the stairs for what seems like a billion times until all five buckets are in the lifeboat.