Sexy Librarian Novels & Stories

“You know how much I love your cock.” The Ojah shook his head as he gazed at his captivatingly sexy mate. “I may like being the predator, but you love being the prey.” The Ojah’s said in a deep sexy voice that made Ryan’s spine tingle deliciously. “All I am and all I ever want to be is yours.” Ryan breathed as he leaned closer to lick at the outer shell of Jeremy’s ear. “And I love it when you chase me so I guess I love being the prey.” He laughed softly. “Now, fuck me please.” With that shamelessly sexy request, he began to slide himself gently up and down Jeremy’s pulsing hardness, making the red-eyed beast groan in the most guttural and arousing way.

Everything was perfectly kept. But even perfection has small flaws. Even when you're in control, you can still feel a deep wanting. It was one of those nights when I couldn't sleep that led me to search online. I looked at websites with names that sounded like secrets whispered in quiet, forgotten places. That's when I saw him. He wasn't advertised as a person, but as a "Perfect Companion." The ad said he was a Succubus, but the word didn't scare me. It promised he was handsome, loyal, and would meet all emotional needs. No returns or exchanges were allowed.

"no, with me," he muttered softly to her ears breathing softly to her ears causing shivers down her spines. 'what the heck is this guy trying to do?' she screamed out inside herself. She understands that he is still up to no good. He is Ryan Lee, mischievous and probably a pervert. He is obviously a lonely rich man. "Ryan, let go," "But I don't want to Paige," he replied with a mischievous grin on his face.

She stated, clicking away on her mouse. “It is in room 205, the doctors say she has been recovering rather quickly, and that she will be okay physically. However, he advises to take her to a psychiatrist to deal with the mental damage. Sorry for the inconvenience sir, have a nice day.” She stated, causing me to stare at her in disbelief. I have never, in my years of living on this planet, ever heard someone apologize for seducing me. I guess her parents had raised her well, because she seemed quite respectful after finding out I had a mate. I guess you really could not judge a book by its cover.

I almost squeal in delight when I brush against his growing bulge. My walls crumble down around me, and I toss my anger to the side to relish in his godlike body. My fingers comb through the back of his short black hair, grabbing some in my fist. I tug at it, not to break our connection, but to get his sexy voice to talk to me. The one which makes my knees wobble and propels me to my limit. Pleasure surges through me as he hisses. His deep, raspy voice stirs the beast within me. “Ah… Tiffany..”

She said blowing his kisses and that's how the two ladies managed to get past the huge line and enter the club without any opposition. " You should learn afew tricks from me." Vee said casually. Yes, Sheila admired how easily she could handle matters but that was something she herself could never pull out. Not because she couldn't but because she was a reserved woman. " No thankyou. it's already enough to have you, this country doesn't need any other for that." Sheila declined the offer politely. Vee was born a natural seductress, she didn't need to put much effort to pull off that role.Her pair of hazel mischievous orbs added to her advantage. She could charm any Man she wanted. No man so f

“I don’t feel very brave.” “You don’t have to. Brave isn’t about not being scared, Lis. It’s about showing up anyway. And you’re doing that. For him. For yourself.” I blink hard, the tears refusing to stay put this time. “Thanks, Claire.” She grins, wiping at her own damp eyes. “Alright. Enough sappiness. I smuggled in snacks.” I laugh as she pulls a granola bar from her purse like she’s a rogue operative on a covert mission.

My eyes widen when I see it and Liam doesn't look pleased. “Is that—?” He starts but doesn't finish it, his voice tinted with anger. Lingerie! It's a red, see-through, lacy thing, really sexy, with a tiny bow on where your mound would be. It's a very daring piece, the kind that reveals more than it conceals. It's something you wear only when you have plans to get fucked senseless, no holds barred. This is certainly not a honeymoon gift Lucas would send. Sabrina, maybe. Yes, it has to be her.

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************