Reader X Crush Smut Novels & Stories

And the replies under that comment might even be more than the comments of the post. The curious part of me clicked the replies and I literally couldn't keep my mouth closed. Bookworm: I am not ashamed to say I have a crush on mystery man. Come on guy, let's make our love story. Candy breaker: I could be the mother of your kids, just tell me how many kids you want. I want ten. "This is sick," I whispered. Hallie girl: Gosh! It's like more than half of the writers here are in love with mystery man reading the comments are really cracking me up. Seems like I'm reading a book. But do you have a brother ? mystery man.

I sat on the bed and opened it. Page one. Name: Ethan Parker. My jaw tightened. I flipped to the next page. Background, employment, history. Everything. I read. Fast at first. Then slower, more carefully. My eyes scan every line, every detail, searching for something, anything. Then… I stopped. My breath caught. My eyes locked on one line. I read it again and again just to be sure. Then a slow smile spread across my lips. Cold. Sharp. Victorious. “Of course…” I whispered.

, Anna explained with a sigh as she pulled at her fries "Intimidate Vanessa? Last?", Kaylee repeated in disbelief "I am not trying to intimidate Vanessa or anything. What's all these?", Kaylee asked dropping her cutlery loudly on the table She looked at Anna when she did not reply and found her smiling in amusement. "What are you so amused about?", Kaylee asked before looking in the direction of where Anna was looking. A grin appeared on Kaylee's face as she teased Anna. "You have a crush on that guy, don't you?", Anna turned to face Kaylee and she met her raising a brow at her with a smile on her face as she teased her.

I smirked, flipping it open to the first page, 'Snowbound Enemies: A Hate-Fuck Holiday'. Fuck, the title alone had my cock stirring in my sweatpants. As I started reading her words in my deep rumble, her hand casually drifted to my thigh, nails tracing lazy circles. "I stumbled through the blizzard... Jax Coulter, the smug bastard..." Her story poured out, rivals turned sex-enemies, stripping in the cold, brutal hate-fucks in the snow. The dirty banter leaped off the page. "Take it, you thieving bítch, my cock's owning this pússy!" My voice grew rougher with each line, dick thickening painfully against the fabric as I pictured it, her as that fiery Kingston, me as the dominant Coulter, pound

After giving up on research, I had every intention of enjoying a romance novel in the library for the rest of the day, but when Xavier came in the library looking for me, I knew from the look on his face that he had other plans. He had reached out his hand requesting to read the page I was on. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I was reading a particularly spicy scene. My flushed face gave everything away. Xavier’s nostrils flared as he finished reading the page I was on. In the book the main characters were fucking on the floor of the library when another male character joined them. They filled two of her holes and plowed into her in the middle of the stacks. “I can smell

The weight of him crushes me against the cold sink, and my body can only take it, weak and trembling, my muscles gone, my bones turned liquid. When the last of his release floods into me, he lets out a long, shuddering exhale. Slowly, carefully, he begins to pull back, slipping out of me inch by inch, until I feel the emptiness rush in with a shiver. He steadies himself, catching his breath, and then chuckles, still winded. “Damn,” he mutters, smacking my ass with one last sharp slap. “Damn, I never expected it to be this delicious.”

Expect: ❄️ hockey rivalry 🐺 possessive alpha energy 🖤 forced proximity ❄️ locker room tension 🐺 secrets that can ruin everything 🖤 emotional damage ❄️ hate that slowly turns into something much more dangerous 🌶️Spicy smut Noel thought hiding the truth would keep him safe. He was wrong. please note, it's a slow burn romance but I promise it will worth your time and of course good smut🌶️🌶️🌶️ Leave a comment if you're ready to get marked on ice🧊

“Do you want a divorce, Charles?” He immediately rejected the idea and got changed in a hurry before leaving. He did not spare me another glance. On the third night, he came back smelling of alcohol and pinned me under him. His kisses burned, and he was so aggressive that I did not have the chance to catch my breath. The thick smell of alcohol assaulted my nose, but there was also a barely noticeable smell of perfume that came with it. When I was about to suffocate, he let me go. Charles’s bloodshot eyes were misty.

If I got Noah Novak to drink from a bottle I'd already used, he'd date me. It felt wrong. But I was sixteen. And stupid. And in love. So yeah, I did it. To quiet the guilt, I slipped Noah a thousand bucks. He took the cash, drank the water, and from then on? Wouldn't even look at me. Just kept his head down like I didn't exist. I didn't care. I was too wrapped up in Henry. After college, everything crashed. Dad's company tanked—he jumped off a building. Mom got cancer.

Does that make sense! I know he is handsome and I did have a crush on him but that doesn't mean I will be jumping excitedly that he married me. I don't give it a damn...! He spoiled my life. As I was standing behind the door, I have no idea why my rotten mind was making me recall those things that had happened yesterday. He was just an inch away from me and my whole body was stiffened. From that incident, I got to understand something so important. Crush is crush, but getting so close to a man is horrible. I was terrified yesterday. He wasn't gentle at all. No matter how gentle he looks but yesterday he was like a wild beast and I couldn't tolerate him not even his least touch on my body.