Shameless X Reader Novels & Stories

Shit I should have controlled myself. Elena: No Xavier I understand..And now my temperature decreased so it's totally okay..And Don't Worry about the writer her readers and her friends are there for her..(Wow tried something new.. How is it)..And kept his mouth on her nipple.. Now continue I am turned on.. While Xavier smiled mischievously and again started sucking her nipple.. Elena's hands were roaming all over his chest feeling his abs.. She then slowly started unbuttoning his shirt..He looked at her face and raised his eyebrows..She smiled naughtily.. Pulled him and bit his chin..

“Xander, I swear to—“ “His throbbing cock traces her wet cunt, making her cry out—“ I scream his name louder, pushing my body to move. It doesn’t heed to my command and I’m still stuck in place, trying to push through a wall I cannot see. “Harder, Zade, harder.” He says in a high pitched voice, trying to mimic that of a woman’s. I would have laughed at how ridiculous he sounded if I wasn’t mortified. I could have sworn the words didn’t sound that dirty when I was reading them. “Take that dirty whore, cum all over your daddy’s cock?” Xander finishes with a note of question, he looks up and our eyes meet. There is amusement and something else in his. He closes the book and I let out a sigh of

But then, like a sharp blade cutting through the sensual haze, Xander's beloved face flashed vividly in my mind. My chest tightened with a crushing guilt. The weight of betrayal crashed down on me like a tidal wave, drowning out every sensation except the burning shame in my veins. "No!" I gasped desperately, shoving Drake away with all the strength I could gather in my trembling arms. Drake staggered back a step, his dark eyes questioning and almost amused by my sudden rejection. He looked like a predator momentarily confused by his prey's unexpected resistance. I didn't wait to explain, couldn't bear to see that knowing smirk spread across his handsome face. I hated myself for the residual

They’re Mikhail loyalists and our direct enemy, so we have to be on our toes. Throughout this, I have to force myself not to think about my last night with Xiomara. She fit me perfectly, both her pussy and her mouth. I didn’t want to stop; I wanted to get lost in her, wanted to fucking give myself to her and tell her we can stop the bullshit. But then a look of shame filled her as she swallowed me down and she bolted before I could tell her I wanted this and so much more. I knew she wouldn’t listen to me, not when she felt ashamed of what I made her feel.

Xavier watched her as discreetly as he could without going full on creepy stare. Setting her glass in the cup holder, she reached into her bag and pulled out a different book from the one she had the first time. Bummer, it might have been fun to watch her read smut. “Oh I guess we done with reading sex stories?” he asked with a snicker before he could stop himself. She jerked her head toward him, and her glossed lips fell open with a little pop. “What?” “I’m sorry.” Xavier laughed, riding the charged feeling in the air between them.

she moaned when his tongue made contact with her clit. It felt so good and sensitive from that angle. He ran his tongue once more and this time, she would have fallen back on the bed if he hadn’t been holding her. Soon, he was licking and sucking and she supported herself with her hands behind her as she spread her legs and accepted his pleasure with no discomfort whatsoever. She no longer felt shame. It was just too good. Xavier ate her out like she was the tastiest meal he had ever had. She had no fear of suffocating him anymore because from the way he grabbed her thighs and pressed her against him so he could have more access to her pussy, he was already managing that on his own.

And tonight, they were all going to Blackout together—David, Brielle, Talia, Owen… and Xander, who insisted they meet his new girlfriend. David’s arm draped lazily, possessively over Brielle’s shoulders as they lounged at a back table. Talia was already in Owen’s lap, murmuring into his ear as he ran his fingers absentmindedly through her hair. The bass throbbed beneath their feet. The room pulsed with red and violet light. Then the door opened—and in walked Xander, cocky as ever, hand-in-hand with a girl in heels and red lipstick. David sat up straighter. He knew that walk.

“He’s not aiming for relevance. He’s aiming to rattle her.” “I’m already rattled,” I whispered. Xander looked at me, his eyes sharp. “No. You’re stronger than this. Don’t let him win before the fight starts.” My voice cracked. “He wants everything, Xander. Every private word I’ve written. Every thought I’ve tried to heal from. How do I hand that over without giving him my soul?” He crouched in front of me, gripping my hands. “You don’t hand over your soul. You hand over papers. And we fight the way he doesn’t expect, by refusing to let shame define you.”

Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

Heat curled low in my stomach, spread slow and settlin’ somewhere it had no business bein’. Shameless. Absolutely shameless. My gaze dipped without permission, draggin’ over his chest, the way it moved under his shirt, steady, controlled, like he wasn’t feelin’ this at all. He didn’t say a word. Just stood there starin’ with that same prideful, unreadable look on his face like he already knew exactly what he was doin’ to me. And for a second, I almost gave in to that stupid voice in my head whisperin’, kiss him, V.