Reader X Crush Smut Novels & Stories

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

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.”

“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.

I just wanted the SAT for a shot at the state's top scorer award—heard there's a cash prize. [Andrea, good luck on your exam. You've got this.] Harven University. World-class. The real deal. The way he worded it, he'd been ready for Albert's stunt from the start. And he hadn't even told me. Almost gave me a heart attack. I burst out laughing through the tears, wiped my face, and bolted into the test center. Reading and Writing was my jam, and this year's section felt like a breeze. The second it ended, I went straight for Noah.

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.

But I just scowl and slam the bedroom door shut behind me. When Christian comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later carrying his empty coffee cup he finds me reading carefully through the birth control’s instruction booklet. Or, at least that’s what I was doing until he came out of the bathroom all wet and clean-smelling dressed only in a towel slung low on his hips. Suddenly, I forget how to read. All I can do is stare. Christian grins at me, I think liking the way that my eyes slip appreciatively over him, and lifts his chin to the paper in my hands. “What’s that?”

🔞WARNING:🔞 This chapter contains explicit smut. ******* Luca's POV: I pounded into the warm cavern of a dye-blond hair girl under me, rocking and thrusting at a stable pace. I watched her fake long eyelashes flutter, and her way-too-red lip gloss parted as she let out endless moans that filled the silent room with a lewd sound.

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.