Reader X Crush Smut Novels & Stories

The End Finally done with this amazing book Book 2 will be released soon and if you are interested you may like and read my other novel Sweet Revenge of a nerd(good girl turn bad) Blurb: You had a crush on me" a nerd OMG, how can a nerd actually had a crush on me, well I am ladies type every one of you want a piece of me, oops nerd I am sorry to break your heart, but I am not interested in you and stop having some stupid crush on me because it's can never happen between us, and you ain't my type to begin with You are so ugly, u dress so poor, had a lot of Winkles like an old woman with your round ugly glasses, gosh you are really disgusting, well I don't really hate you neither did I like yo

*I command hoarsely, angling my hips to grind against your swollen clit with every thrust. *Sweat drips down my face and chest as I rut into you like a man possessed, chasing our rapidly approaching peaks. The wet, filthy sounds of our coupling echo obscenely in the small room, mingling with our grunts and cries of ecstasy.* Fuck, I'm close too! Gonna pump you so full of my seed, breed this fertile little cunt! *With a final, brutal thrust, I bury myself to the root inside you, my cock jerking and twitching as I explode.*

“Sir, you need to read sometimes. Calm your nerves, relax your thoughts. There’s a great app—GoodNovel.” I found it on the app store and downloaded it in seconds. The interface popped up and right there under the NEW tab was something that stopped me in my tracks: Bound By His Rules: MM Short Erotica Compilation. There was no hesitation from me. I clicked it immediately. The first chapter was like a slap to my already overloaded senses. Professor Richard—cold, confident, dominant. Student Gregory—shy, brilliant, bending under power like he was made to submit. I couldn’t stop reading.

"Sandra, you lost your virginity? That's...that's a huge deal. Who was it?" A thrill ran through me as I spoke his name. "Victor. It was Victor, my crush. We had this intense connection, and everything just...fell into place. It was magical." Sasha's eyes sparkled with intrigue, her voice filled with wonder. "Oh my, Sandra! That's incredible! How did it happen? Tell us everything." As I narrated the story, reliving the moments of passion and desire, my wolf stirred within me, mirroring my excitement.

I growled in frustration because I could still hear his loud music so I just covered my ears with my pillow. Then suddenly, I felt something hit my feet. I slowly got up and saw that it was the crumpled paper that I threw on him. He threw it back at me! I picked the paper from my bed and opened it only to find words written on it. "Wifi password for a kiss?" What the fuck?! I felt my cheeks burning really hot and I just stared at the paper like I was a fool. I kept reading it again and again making sure that I wasn't dreaming.

I shoot back. God, I’m enjoying this way too much. I could tease her forever and never get tired of it. I’m not even surprised that she's reading a book with explicit scenes, what gets me is how calm she looked sitting on that bench, eyes locked on the pages like she’s flipping through the morning paper… when in reality, she’s devouring straight up book p**n. Her eyes snap up to mine. “Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.”

His eyes glowed red with lust and hatred as they focused on her, causing a throb of primal yearning to pulsate between her legs. “Oh, geesh, really?” I muttered. “You just watched this dude rip out your history professor’s throat, and now you want to get freaky with him after turning him down so many times when he was being sweet and kind and generous in his human form? Unbelievable.” Except I bet the scene that followed was going to be too hot to resist, so sign me up right alongside her because I was the one who flipped the page on my e-reader, eager to see what happened next.

“Do not lie to me. You read more than one line. Your face is red, your nipples are hard against your sweater and you keep squeezing your thighs together like your little pussy is soaking wet from what I wrote about ruining a tight twenty year old cunt.” He leaned down closer, his breath brushing my ear. “Tell me the truth Riley. Did reading about me stretching her and filling her with cum make your pussy wet?” My heart slammed against my ribs. Fresh slickness coated my panties and my clit pulsed again at his blunt words. “Yes , Professor. It made me wet. I know that is messed up but I could not stop reading the part about gagging her and breeding her hit me hard.”

My core clenched each time his voice went slow when it got to the parts that made my stomach twist. I twisted slightly to look at him, water sloshing over the edge of the tub. “You’re the worst. Look what you're reading.” He didn’t flinch. “‘He tasted like roses,’” he kept reading, eyes flicking to my mouth. “‘Like smoke and lies and promises he’d never keep.’” I flicked water at his face. He didn’t even blink. He just dropped the book onto the tile with a wet smack and leaned in, mouth hovering over mine.

I asked, "Oh, so what is it then?" Trust me, I read just one paragraph when she sent me those kinds of stuff and it was full of..okay, I don't wanna think about it. Yuck! Roshini's eyes lit up as she answered, "Smut. We called it smut." She seemed to be drooling over the idea of reading it again. I was a hundred percent sure that as soon as she reached the room, she was going to change, eat, and then she would start reading her smut... yeah, smuts till late at night.