Naughty Boyfriend Novels & Stories

"You sure don't follow directions well, I see. Give me your boyfriend's contact info or I won't let you suck my dick the next time I see you." She smirked, enjoying his confidence. "That's just mean," she messaged. "I'm not sure I want you bothering my boyfriend." "Oh, not gonna tell him about me? That's up to you then, honeytits. I guess you can still suck my dick." "Mmm, yummy," she replied. "But no, I'm telling him about you for sure. He likes it when I misbehave for him." "So, he likes getting pictures of his girlfriend being a complete slut?" he texted.

"You were groping Raphael's—what was it again? Yeah, real virtuous." She choked, speechless. I turned to fix Raphael's wrinkled tie with a gentle smile. "Thanks, honey, for introducing me to my boyfriend. I like him a lot. His kisses are real sweet. But yours? Not even a dog would want them." Raphael was furious, practically shaking. But he'd brought shame to both families. And now, the Lindt family owed me—big time.

I felt a chill down my spine as I clutched the phone, and then I saw Jenna Wilczek’s latest post. [Having a childhood sweetheart is the best! One call, and he came right over. Thanks, Zach, for helping me pick out decorations for the engagement party. Your taste is amazing!] Attached was a photo. Jenna was holding my boyfriend’s arm with a beaming smile. I felt like an invisible hand had closed around my heart and squeezed it so tightly I could barely breathe. My body was still wrecked from the meds and electric shocks. I was exhausted. I did not go looking for him. Instead, I went back to the tiny rental apartment where he and I had once spent countless days together.

"But in eight years—" "Don't. Don't even think that way." "Why not? You married Jamie eventually. Your boyfriend's father. If forbidden relationships can work out—" "They don't work out. They explode. And everyone gets hurt." I stood. "Promise me you'll stay away from Adrian." "I can't promise that. He'll find me. We both know it." "Then promise me you'll be careful. Smart. That you won't let him manipulate you." "I'll try." It wasn't enough. But it was all I was going to get.

"Step-dad? You weren't supposed to.'' He stepped back, but I closed the gap. ''So you admitted to watching p**n? Stroking that cock to men fucking younger boys. Dirty boy.'' He lowered his head. ''I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." "Shut up." I held his chin, forcing him to look me in the eyes. "You've been tempting me for months, flashing that ass. You want this, don't you? You need your step-dad to teach you a thing or two about sin." My thumb grazed his lip, he gulped but didn't pull away. "Say it, Micah. Say you want my cock." A momentary pause ensued before he whispered, "Yes...I do." I shoved him against the wall and kissed him. He moaned into my mouth, gripping my shirt tightly. I felt his

For the first time, I spoke gently, like a girl in love, and he responded in a tender tone I had never known from him before. If that was really nothing, then who had I been to him? My wrist ached where he held it so tightly, and suddenly I felt like crying. He claimed to be my boyfriend, and I allowed him to toy with me while keeping my feelings secret. When he said he wasn't, I had to pull back, behave as I should, and even help him with someone else's romance. Our relationship had always been dictated by him. I took a deep breath and lifted my chin, fighting back tears, and forced the lightest, most casual tone I could muster. "Jason, you're such a fool—you really got tricked. I haven't l

Only then did she adjust her position, but Isis moved. They’re in his favorite position again. Him, hugging her waist while making her arm his pillow. She didn't complain anymore. She knew the young man was more comfortable when they were in that position, so she let him be. She smiled while stroking her boyfriend's face. “The noble-mafia boss of Asia...” she said in a whisper, “my boyfriend.” She laughed and shook her head. She has a very cool boyfriend who’s a freaking mafia boss of Asia and who also happens to be a Count, a royalty. A noble man.

Second, the bastard thug had just called himself my boyfriend and they must have found me disgusting for dating a thug. “Jordan…” Damien made to move closer to me but I backed away. The donut box dropping from my hand. “I said ‘act like my boyfriend’ for just five minutes, not ‘act like my fucking husband’ for the rest of your life!” I half-yelled, my fingers curled into a tight fist as I glared hard at Damien. Damien blinked slowly, taking his time to register every detail of my expression into his damn memory, as if he hadn’t expected me to get mad at him for beating a defenseless man to a musk.

In a split second, I slid myself through one of the darkest areas sandwiched between two bricked structures. “Dang, that chick sped off like a demon. What’s the rush, anyway?” A pitchy teenage boy shook his multilayered chin. “You shouldn’t go after her, dude. I heard her boyfriend is Tyrone. You do not want to mess with that guy,” said the deep voiced teenager. “I don’t know what she sees in him. That guy is no good for her. I heard that he has a trail of ladies he keeps with him and has a mean streak with wolves. The howls kept me up all night.”

"Just be you! Maybe he will be interested in people who have a positive energy like you?" "Definitely no!" "Why not? A man with a few words like him perfectly for a girl like you!" Dove believed a man who is cool as a cucumber would go crazy for a naughty girl. Clara has this mysterious charm that makes any man fall in love. She's humorous and shines like a star. The difference between them is a key to making them into each other. "May I try to be a shy girl?" Clara said. Clara wanted to act like an innocent girl. She wanted to swear pink and have thick glasses. Maybe she chose a "nerdy" look. She is girl shy outside, and a good bed is the best.