Shoujo Crave Novels & Stories

“I want to moan in a way I have never moaned before, I want to choke on my breath and choke on your cum. “Fill me and fuck me until I can’t take it anymore. Mr. Criminal! “ She whispered right in his ears.

I could hear the wind whispering through the leaves and the breathing of earthworms beneath the soil. I also heard a faint, familiar cry coming from the golden energy of a distant pack. It was my essence, and it was weeping. I focused my mind on its distant lament. … Back at the healing sanctuary, Chloe suddenly let out a piercing scream. Her body arched violently, as if something had struck her hard in the chest. Then, she spat out a mouthful of blood. In the pooling red on the floor, a single drop of golden liquid shimmered faintly.

~Rael~ “You're playing with fire, little lamb,” I muttered through clenched teeth, feeling my fangs that had started to elongate. This woman was playing with a furnace she couldn't quench, yet she hadn't realized it just yet. “Touch me, please,” she begged, making me swallow hard. My eyes darkened, and with one snap, I ripped her dress open. “Ah, you tore the dress!” She snapped awake, her voice filled with disbelief. She wouldn't understand how much I wanted her. How much she was making my cock throb in my pants. How much I wanted to be buried deep inside her.

She shivered violently, and I could feel it through my fingers. She swallowed hard, voice shaky. "I… I want to hear them," she whispered. I let my hand wander, fingers teasing her lips. "I want those tiny hands of yours wrapped around my cock… I want that soft, wet mouth… your lips parting for me…" My finger slipped inside her mouth. She moaned softly, her tongue sucking on my finger.

Then I sauntered in before the girls who had begun filing through the hallway on their way to their different lecture halls would catch on to what was about to happen. She immediately stepped aside for me. But her lips still parted in shock. I bit my lips at the luscious redness of it, imagining it wrapped around my thick, cock. The bulge of my hard-on strained my thong. Fuck, I wanted her. Now that I'd had a taste, my body couldn't stop craving her, her juices, and those round tiny nipples that drove pleasurable sensations through my cock. My gaze teasingly raked over her, noting the hitching of her breasts and the hardened nipple that pushed against her tank top.

I murmured while biting my lips. At that point all I craved was for him to ravish my pussy completely. At the same time I wanted Leo to witness all of this unfold. A silly, slutty side of me wanted him to observe as his best friend’s stepmother received a cock and moan like a bitch. Louis wasted no time. He adjusted me properly and hiked my dress up over my waist. I angled my body so my ass arched invitingly into the air. Finally Leo poked his head out from the corner, his face remained etched in disbelief as though he hadn’t truly expected me to do such a sinful act.

Layla didn't even notice. "Anyway," she said, scrolling on her phone now, "He was never even that good in bed, so I don't know why I cared—" I clenched around his fingers as they dipped inside me, curling just right. He pressed his thumb against my clit and rolled it. "—but now he's begging to take me back," Layla finished, sipping her juice. "That's... crazy," I managed to say. Mr. Carson's lips brushed the rim of his mug, and when he looked at me, he smirked. The kind of smirk that said you'll be dripping down your thighs before breakfast is done.

“Soaked for me already?” I bit my lip, fighting the moan clawing its way up my throat. Every nerve in my body was tuned to his touch, to the way his fingers moved like they owned me—slow but devastating. My hands curled into fists at my sides, nails biting into my palms. His gaze dropped, watching me tremble. “You’re loving this, aren’t you, Scar?” I gave a shaky nod, heat flooding my face. How could I deny it? I’d been craving him for so long it felt etched into my bones.

(THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT, IT'S NOT ADVISABLE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) Craving 3 (Desires) Seeing a devious smirk on her face, I walked away, even though I knew there was no getting out of this one. When it comes to the mistress, I like her talking since she discloses too much and keeps me prepared for what is to come, but when she remains silent, I can't foresee her.