Ranfren X Reader Novels & Stories

Rene’s POV “He wants me to go to Coverts Lisa.. Coverts! He wants me to cheat!” I said on the phone with my cousin. Sitting outside the hospital “But Rene.. Is it really cheating if he permits you to?” “Omg Lisa! Don't tell me.. What has gotten into you two?” “Honey you and I know you’ve had it bad for the past year. And trust me, your emotions flying around is pent up frustration due to lack of sex! You really need to get your back blown out like he said.”

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The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

My legs suddenly straightened stiffly. "Ah, Ren ...." The caresses from my hands replaced the grip on Rena's hair. My lower abdomen prepared to explode its contents. "Rena ...." I plunged deeply into the peak of the explosion by pressing Rena's head into my lap. Damn! This is a relief! Finally .... The front of my pants is getting dirty because of the liquid from Rena's lips. "That's a lot," said Rena who then moved towards the sink. How could I not? I've been holding myself back for days since Rena had her monthly visitor. I could have if I wanted to penetrate her back like she does every time I enjoy the toys I put up, but I swear, I'm not an anal enthusiast.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

It's been long since I felt such heat burning in me, the last time Xavier fucked me, I didn't feel it. You know what, I think Vanessa was right when she said Xender looks more romantic. That's absolutely right. Xender might be innocent in the face, the saint peter of ages, but trust me, he is a badass when it comes to sex and he doesn't know any shit about innocence.

He could do this within a second but I don't want him to be a murderer. Xaphan took advantage as Raphael was distracted by me. He punched his jaw and Raphael falls. Now Xaphan was sitting on him and both were fighting like they want to kill each other. "How dare you touch her" Xaphan punched Raphael. "How dare you hurt her" Raphael punched him back. "She is mine. You are no one to tell me. I will do the fuck I want to do with her" "Not until I am alive" "Then you have to die"

SERAPHINA His weight pinned me to the mattress, his grip bruised my thighs as he spread me open like I was his prey. My breath caught, chest rising and falling too fast because the look in Ronan’s eyes wasn’t human, it was hungry, feral, the kind of hunger that promised he’d devour me whole. His finger slid my panties aside, teasing my folds. “Ronan…” My voice cracked while the rest of the words broke into a gasp as his mouth crashed down between my thighs.

Xander teases. I brush myself off and look at Xander, “It’s all in good fun,” I look back at Ronan with a smile, “isn’t that right alpha?” Ronan came to stand in front of me, grabbed the hair at the base of my neck, and crushed my lips with his own. At first it scared me, and it hurt a little, but then it turned to something more. My arms crossed behind his neck, giving him further access to my mouth. The blood rushed to my groin leaving me aching with unbridled need.

he added as he closed the apartment door. “F-k,” Raven swore and thrust his hand through his hair hitting himself in the face with the bra he had forgotten that he was holding. What the actual f–k was happening to him? Here he was in his skin at two in the afternoon on a Monday, holding a neon-pink latex bra like it was a lover’s token (was it?) and stressing over when he would next see the object of his lust. What was it about Vixen that had him panting like a Catholic school boy?