Seducing Boyfriend Novels & Stories

She asked them, but her eyes are fixated at Gideon. “No, mom. You look great.” “You’re beautiful.” Sophie and Steven immediately replied. She smiled again at their compliments as the siblings hugged her lightly. Gideon was about to stand up and say something, but Sophie jokingly said something that made them all stop. “You’re going to have a lot of suitors flocking on you, mom.” The girl even wriggled her eyebrows, teasing Belinda. “Maybe.” She responded and glanced back again at Gideon’s way.

he said seductively, his voice sending me multiple waves all over my essence? "he is my boyfriend, said still trying to get free from his stronghold. God his grip is so strong. "Who am I to you?" he asked teasing me with his breath. "stepbrother to my roommate," I said. "do you go around kissing all your roommate's siblings?" he asked as he turned me to face him while my back was against the wall. he pushed my ass towards himself till I could his little junior hardened. "you are mine Erica," he said as he sniff my scent, his touch made me weak and I did not want him to stop.

"You've been through something terrible and you're trying to make sense of it by creating patterns where there aren't any, by turning normal conversations into conspiracies." "But—" "I love you," she said and squeezed my hands. "You're my best friend and it's killing me to watch you torture yourself like this, to see you spiraling into this dark place where you can't trust anyone or anything." Tears started running down my face because what if she was right, what if I really was losing my mind, what if grief had broken me so completely that I couldn't tell what was real anymore. "I don't know what's real," I whispered.

Ethan’s hands moved to my ass, squeezing and slapping the flesh as I continued to ride him. “I love you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of our bodies slapping together. Ethan’s eyes met mine, his expression filled with raw emotion. He pulled me down for a kiss, his lips crashing against mine in a passionate embrace. His tongue explored my mouth, tangling with mine as we lost ourselves in the moment. I could feel the pressure building inside me, my orgasm just out of reach. Ethan’s hands moved back to my clit, his fingers working me with expert precision. “Come for me,” he whispered against my lips, his voice filled with need.

Honestly, he was the silence promoter who was catalysing our relation without making his presence known. "But it's not time to think that you see I am impatient," he said as he pressed his lips on mine. I couldn't help but smile under his kisses. I wouldn't say, my man was a gentleman. He was devil, he was monster, he was cruel but love changes everything. He was my boyfriend. A beautiful beast who cannot be resisted. My boyfriend was a beautiful beast and now he is my husband. A beautiful beast husband and I love calling him that. My boyfriend is a beautiful beast... I mean my husband is the beautiful beast.

There was a seriousness in his features, but the twitch at the corner of his mouth said otherwise. "Nope!" I shook my head, biting my lip to halt my mirth. "You naughty girl, you're laughing at your boyfriend's misery?" He cupped my chin. I tried to ignore the fluttering in my tummy. Boyfriend. I liked the sound of it. "I'm not!" "But your beautiful face says otherwise, baby. You have been a very bad girl, don't you think you deserve some punishment?" His voice laced with seduction, creating a haze around my mind, as if hypnotising me.

I gasp, disoriented. “If you want this to continue,” he states, his voice cool, “you will drop this ridiculous charade with your supposed boyfriend.” My heart stutters to a halt. It feels like a physical blow. All of this, this entire seduction, was nothing but a tactic? A maneuver to control me? I shove against his chest, fury incinerating the last of my passion. “So that is what this is? You thought you could slink in here, use your mouth on me, and I would just forget everything you have done?”

Davenport came up with. Teaching budding sluts how to properly be whores. Good girls only blew their boyfriends and husbands. "Mmm, dessert," I cooed and ducked my head down. I swallowed my boyfriend's cock. He groaned as I did that. His hand slid through my loose, black hair. He grabbed a fistful of it as I nursed on him, loving this. "Ah, you wanted jizz sundae," he said. "Definitely on the takeout menu."

He smiled at what I had said. About having a boyfriend. We both knew I didn't care. “A boyfriend who can’t make you come,” he said. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He must’ve heard the conversation we were having earlier. He pushed his hips closer to mine. “A boyfriend that doesn’t excite you anymore.” he traced the inside of my thighs with his finger. “I bet your boyfriend doesn’t make you this wet anymore,” he murmured against my ear. I gently squeezed my legs as his fingers brushed against my clit. “You need a man, Claire, not a boy.”

Sebastian asked coldly, his hand snaking around my waist. Zac took the other side and did the same. "This shameless man you are pertaining to is our boyfriend." Oh, boy, I'm cooked.