Simon Henriksson X Reader Novels & Stories

Emma heard a snort coming from Luke and she gave him a look. “If I’m delusional, at least I’m not alone,” she told Simon, giving him a look and, to her satisfaction, she could see him turn pink. They went for a swim and disrobed. They spent a long time in the water, only coming up when Anna brought in a tray of exotic fruits and cheeses and glasses with sparkling cider. Emma didn’t miss the way Luke looked at Simon’s body, that was on almost full display in a pair of sky-blue swim shorts. Simon looked good. Even Emma could see that. He had angel like features and a toned body that looked like it was carved in marble. Luke was getting all the motivation he would need to make the move on Simon

Simon could see that his chest was almost sticking out of his nightgown cap and that he was only hiding people there. He could feel his lower half throbbing because he was looking at an erotic scene, a delicious breakfast. Simon played with her nipple with his thumb, and she moaned. He lowered his head and put the pinkish apple in his mouth. His other finger played with her other nip while he savored her other breast. With a start and a little moan, Simon went completely crazy. His grip on her n-pple got stronger. “Simon, what’re you doing?” Luna’s eyes widened, and instead of pushing Simon, she twitched him.

she mumbled groggily. "H-h-hey Emma!" Simon stammered, smiling sheepishly and running a hand through his hair as he stood by the couch, his rigid monstercock pointed right at Emma's flustered, slack-mouthed face. "I was wondering, uhm... It's just that Emily is passed out and I'm still hard, so maybe you could s-s-suck me off a bit? Her ass got me so turned on, you know... So big and round and beautiful, j-j-just like yours!"

Simon had told her once that if she were his woman, she would never need another man and she knew that he was saying nothing but the whole damn truth. If she were to allow herself to fall in love with him, no other man would stand a chance against him. Simon was everything in one. He is caring, understanding, selfless, kind, smart, sexually appealing and much more. She tried comparing him to Stefan and suddenly developed a sharp headache. The comparison was not something she could do with ease, because the two men are in contrast to each other. So, she can't compare a man like Simon to Stefan. Maybe Franklin will be a better option.

Whatever piece of him he offered, I wanted it—without questions, without safety nets, without the illusion of control. "You're wrong, Alpha Jaxon." My lips curved in a breathless smile. "I want exactly what you're afraid to give. Ruin me, walk away. No strings, no apologies." "That's the problem," he muttered, a dark laugh escaping him. "With you, I wouldn't just want to ruin you—I'd want to—" The growl in his throat cut off when the sound of a car rolled into the drive. We both turned. Simon climbed out of the vehicle, his gaze darting from my face to Jaxon's hand still braced against my neck. His other hand around me in a way that wasn't appropriate given our relation.

Before he could have the pleasure of ridding her of that piece of clothing as well, Grace was quicker and, with just a simple movement of her back, had thrown her bra to the side, leaving her beautiful breasts bare, which made Simon moan in pure anticipation, barely able to wait to know what they would taste like. “Now that I've shown you my tits…” Grace said, in a warning tone “You have to show me your dick. It is the right thing to do.” "I've never heard of that rule of life..." Simon smiled as he reached down to the button on his pants and unfastened them, moving as carefully as he could so as not to fall off the narrow bed and still free his cock, which was already long and thick, before

She responded to the kiss with fervor and pushed her boobs into Simon’s mouth allowing him to bite and chew on her nipples until they were numb and painful then he sucked and licked them giving her so many fireworks in her body. “Mmhm~Hmmph~” She moaned in his mouth when he twirled her tongue with his. After some time, the boys stood in front of her and pulled off the remaining pieces of clothes on their bodies, making Kira gasp at the sight. Simon has a thick muscular body that isn't too big but moderate and strong. His body was honeytone and when she looked down to his defined waistline, she swallowed hard and felt her pussy click. His dick stood proud and strong in the middle of his leg a

“Yes~ Then he turned outside. The door slowly closed, and Simon pulled her down and bit her neck. “Simon...!The car stopped at Levi's campus. She struggled forever with the driver to carry him up to the room. Why are you drinking to this extent? They both put him on the bed and the driver also went downstairs. “Elina…!so hot. Simon reached up and unbuttoned each button of his shirt to reveal a muscular and muscular body. Elina turned her head and saw this scene and blushed. His hands still unceasingly unbuttoned his shirt and went under his pants again. “Simon, what are you doing? “Hot...!Elina...!you're so hot.

But this time, Simon lingered as well. Simon was watching Hannah closely - too closely. Ashton raised an eyebrow, suddenly wary of the new doctor beside him. As they walked towards the ward, Ashton couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Was Simon... interested in Hannah? "Has Hannah known Mrs. Victoria for a long time?" Simon asked. "Not really. She actually met me first." Simon furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?" "Oh, I'm Victoria Hemmingway's son." Ashton said it on purpose, making it clear to Simon that he should think again if he was thinking of doing anything inappropriate. Ashton didn't usually introduce himself that way, but something about Simon made him feel the nee

“This is wrong. All of it. You’re about to be my stepbrother and I—” “And you what?” He leaned in, his breath warm against my neck. “You came so hard that day when I touched you that you forgot your own name? Do you still feel me between your legs when you walk?” Heat flooded my face and before I could snap back, the door opened. Simon stood there in gray sweatpants and a white tee-shirt, his hair tousled and his eyes widening at the sight of us. “Sienna?” His voice was soft but breaking. “I heard voices. Are you okay?”