Shameless X Reader Novels & Stories

I grab a bun as the last of Xavier’s coffee spits out into his cup, and he lifts it from the machine and turns around with a tight, tense breath. Despite myself, I notice the flat washboard of his stomach underneath his shirt and then worse: Before I can even stop my brain from going there, I take in the suggestion of something heavy shifting in the front of his sweatpants as he leans back and crosses his ankles. A flash of searing heat goes through me. It’s shame mixed with something else…shame and…oh God, just the briefest shock of arousal. My cheeks warm and I press my lips together and lift my chin in defiance of my own weird, inappropriately wandering thoughts.

she teases, punctuating her words with a salute that hits me straight in the dick. I groan, shifting uncomfortably. “Baby, don’t say it like that.” I discreetly adjust myself in my pants. Her presence alone is intoxicating, and her words are adding fuel to the fire of desire building within me. Her cheeks flush, and she hides her face in her hands. “You’re shameless, Xander.”

"I said I'm going to bathe, do you plan on watching me?" "O-oh..." Alexander was caught off guard, when he realized the situation, he cleared his throat awkwardly and turned his back. Although his expression was hidden behind his mask, his movements betrayed his embarrassment. Shamia's lips curled up in amusement as she saw his awkward reaction. As Shamia bathed in the river, Alexander left in a car, he let out a sigh and occasionally rubbing his chest. 'What's going on with you, Xander? You seem out of yourself. You don't have any desire for her, do you?'

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

She immediately looked away as her cheeks heated up. Xavier was holding a book in his hand as he read quietly in the corner. His face was the voice of any emotion even though the book he was reading was probably comedy. His thick brows were slightly furrowed, his lips pursed into a thin line and his beautiful brown hair was falling down on his forehead. She couldn't help but suddenly feel like a fangirl. He truly is perfect. Not only was he wealthy, but he's super duper rich, too. "Staring is mean, you know?" he suddenly said.

“That is why I refused to eat. I’m happy you know.” “Well you don’t look very happy,” Rhea shrugged. “You look like you’re bothered about something. Come on, talk to me my Alpha. What’s on your mind?” Xavier stared at her. Rhea Damon was everything he wanted her to be and definitely everything an Alpha would want. She was beautiful, sexy, charming, caring, intelligent, daring, sassy when it was necessary, and with the right words in her mouth to easily weave her way out of trouble if it ever got to that. But Xavier couldn’t keep bothering her with his problems. They weren’t even official yet and he didn’t want to look like a cry baby who would always be seeking for help and comfort. He neede

Maybe. Josh pushes himself up from the floor. I bite my lip, aware of him walking towards the bookshelves but still too stuck in my head to do anything. "Yes!" I spin around, seeing Josh grab a book off the shelf. "Oh! And this one for sure! Mmmm maybe this one, Xavier seems like he could be the kinky type." Kinky? He comes back over to me, handing me three books. "I think these will give you a better reference." I raise a brow, hesitantly taking them from him. "These two," he taps on two of them, "are realistic and sweet. Reminds me of you two. This one," he taps the third, a devious smile growing on his face, "is what I bet Xavier is like in bed."

The warm rays of sunshine fell on both of them. After a while, Xander's voice was heard as he stood up and put his forehead against hers. "What's the concept of shame between a husband and wife?" He took the food tray from the table and cut a small piece of the sandwich before bringing the spoon towards her mouth. "Now, if I don't be shameless, should I wait for some other shameless bastard to take you away from me?" Putting the spoon down, he took her hands in his own and squeezed lightly. "I'll be shameless only for you, Triantafyllo. I do wanna lose you."

I pleaded, sweat trickling down my forehead, my bare back arched backwards in a curve as I rode Xaden's fingers, shameless. His mouth found mine. This time, without restraint. Clasping his shoulders tightly, I twisted, moving my buttocks sideways to receive all that he gave. I stiffened as I felt the rush of desire flood through my body. I grabbed Xaden's hands and molded it firmly on my exposed breast. My eyes closed as he squeezed and fondled it. With a loud cry, we both came. My body, thick with perspiration, relaxed as Xaden held me close. My head fell on his shoulder as I tried to hide my shame.

In fact, there was a whole shelf dedicated to romance, so someone in the house must be a fan. Not Xavier though, she couldn’t see him reading anything so frivolous. Perhaps something dry about the history of werewolves or war amongst the paranormal race… that seemed more his style, not romance even if he did totally fit the mold of asshole-alpha-male-who-needed-bringing-down-a-peg-or-two perfectly. Her lips quirked as she headed for the door. There was that word again. Asshole. It just seemed to slide so perfectly through the mind when she thought of him. Unfortunately, her over-active imagination didn’t stop there.