Sexy Nicknames Novels & Stories

“I love how tight you feel around your daddy’s cock.” I moaned, the pleasure almost unbearable. He yanked my hair. “Yes, I love when you moan for me like this.” I was about to climax when Nick roared, releasing his warm load inside me. He pulled out, leaving me whimpering in disappointment. “Such a good girl,” Nick said. “Now kneel and please your daddy with your little mouth.” I hated that “daddy” nickname, it made me nauseous, but it turned Nick on so much, and my future now depended on him.

"Vanilla for Rowan, eww Chocolate for Ryan, eww Cookie and dough for Leo, Double chocolate for Wylan Coffee for Skylar Mint chocolate + buttered pecan + moose track for Nicholas, ewwww" she finishes and they all laugh. She knows everything about the boys. She surely is not going to use the nicknames infront of her dad right. They would be embarrassed to know that her father knew that they let her call them with nicknames. However, those nicknames are meant only for them and solely for them.

“And it’s my favorite, so don’t be too hard on it.” “No, baby, I love it!” Bhakti says, her eyes alight. “I think we have a first name,” Liam says. He picks up his list and reads off his girl names. “Svetlana, Dannika, Brina, Brencis, and Sileny.” “What does Sileny mean?” I ask. “Moonlight,” Liam answers. “Zoe Sileny,” Bhakti says. She shakes her head. “It just doesn’t sound right.”

This alone had me wet and ready. “I want another nickname.” I said with a pout, making him chuckle. “What does my angel want?” He asked as I pulled his lips closer to mine. “Call me Naughty Girl or Slūt when we are alone.” I told him, making him gulp as his frown disappeared.

Thankfully, she never told him his name. Nick looked up at her with a smirk. He wasn't going to say it. Was he? “You can call me Nick.” “Nick?” Nita screamed, her tone dripping with warning. Nate looked between them. “I like it. Can I call you Uncle Nick or daddy? I don't have a daddy. I don't mind calling you daddy, daddy.” Nita turned to him. “Nate, you can’t just go around calling anyone daddy. That's wrong.”

she replies dripping sensuality. It’s about twenty seconds before Madison answers. “Mak here.” “Hi, Mad, how’s it hangin’?” Her irritated sigh heightens the smile on my face. “Mad is worse than Madison and you know it. I need to start calling you Gom.” “You know I won’t call you Mak, so get over yourself,” I tease. Mak is a badass name for a badass woman who’s an ex-cop. I won’t deny that Kick-ass should be her middle name. Pushing her buttons is too much fun, though. “I’m cutting your tantrum short, sweet cheeks. I’m heading to the Lincoln and I’d like you to arrange some company.”

Sienna said, excitement clear in her voice. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I was in the mood for a party after what happened at the last party, but then I thought it might be a good distraction from my thoughts about Brandon and Hottie. "Sure, I'll come," I said, trying to sound enthusiastic. "Great! It's going to be a wild night, trust me. And don't worry, I'll make sure to keep any Hottie away from you," she teased. I couldn't help but chuckle at her nickname for the men. Only if she knew I had a man named Hottie, and he made me feel pleasurable in more than one way. "Thanks, Sienna. I appreciate it."

Colin directly took Eranthe's phone, his long fingers tapping lightly, changing a note, and then tossed it back to Eranthe. When she looked at it, she almost choked on her saliva. What on earth is 'Heart and Soul Precious Big Male God'? Why emphasize 'Big'!? A male god is just a male god! She lifted her head again, and Colin's expression was off. Colin, noticing her disbelief, picked up his own phone and showed her the nickname he had given her. "Empathy," he added as a friendly reminder. His interface was indeed concise and clear, with only a few people added, mostly from Frank's group, totaling no more than 20. Her name was at the top, and the nickname was unmistakable: "Sweetheart Big Bab

Especially considering she was busy getting rid of me when I arrived. She wriggles against my hand. “No.” I go still. Fuck. “I want Spartacus.” “What?” She pushes me back, straddles my legs and unzips my jeans. Releasing my cock, she grips me at the base. “This is Spartacus.” “Huh?” “Your dick. I nicknamed it Spartacus.” “What? No.” “Spartacus.” She gives me a stroke that makes my balls sit up and beg. “Because it rises to the occasion.”

she looked up at him after gazing at his bulged manhood. "What..?" he groaned. "I told you I will tell you my name, remember?" She felt his thing twitched in her hold that she looked back at it again. Amazed at what she just felt, hoping for it to twitch again. "You're being so naughty, Nicky," he warned her. "It's Nicole, not Nicky," she squeezed him a bit tighter, expressing anger, but Mike felt even more divine. He wanted to tease her more so he would squeeze his dick again.