Sitting On Boyfriend Lap Novels & Stories

“I want to be the reason you laugh like that. I want all of you. The naughty parts, the stubborn parts, the kind parts… everything.” I held his gaze. “And I want to be yours too,” I said softly. “I like the idea of calling you my boyfriend.” He chuckled. “I like that too.” We finally started eating, though it didn’t feel like a normal dinner. At some point, I ended up on his lap, and he fed me while making ridiculous comments that had me laughing more than I was eating. By the time dessert came, I was already full from everything else. Then a violinist appeared.

He watches for my reaction to the strong liquor, he doesn’t have to worry I know how to hold my own with the strong stuff, I scoff, typical male, underestimating the female. “Now let’s talk”, he bellows and drops his sexy ass into one of the swivel chairs. I grin and walk over to the same chair and drop my sexy ass in his lap. The shocked look on his face makes me burst out laughing. “You should get use to this show of affection, I think this will be my favorite seat once we are married”, and I wink at him. I see the red color rising on his face. Guess someone is shy. “Don’t mess with me, I’m not in the mood. Find your own seat and get off my lap”, he tries to sound all stern and push me off

I guess it's not uncomfortable after all. A few minutes later, I close my eyes and fall asleep laying on my boyfriend.

"I can walk, you know." He raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you just say your legs were sore? How're you gonna walk?" I stuck out my tongue and let him win that one. He set me down, then sat beside me, but before I could scoot closer, his arm hooked around my waist and pulled me right into his lap. What was he up to now? Before I could ask, he whispered in my ear, "The rock's cold." Seriously, was there a more thoughtful boyfriend than Hayden?

I feel his thumb gently wiping my tears and putting butterfly kisses all around my back. "We love you so much, sweet mate," he hums "we both love you so much." He sits on his legs, pulling me onto his lap with his cock still buried inside me. I rest my back on his chest, feeling how sweaty and sticky he is, as I think both of us are.

"I'll have to work hard to show you how beautiful you are, won't I?" "Don't worry so much about what I think of myself," I reply quietly. "I'm going to do it, and there's nothing you can do about it," he says with his arms crossed. "Come on over." He nods toward the chair, and I smile as I walk over. He pulls me down and sits me on his lap in the armchair. "Are you happy with the boyfriend chair?" I tease, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Comfortable," he shrugs. "I know you're straightforward, so I'm not too worried about you. Choose anything, and we'll get it."

I said snatching back my phone and walked away from him. "God, he's actually like the girl in a relationship." I mumbled. —————————————————— Hours passed, when it was lunchtime, we had a little argument about me not sitting on his lap, he can so clingy. It's embarrassing to sit on his boyfriend lap but he won and I ended up sitting on his lap by force. I love it but not in front of the public, thank god that he doesn't share the same class as I do. "I want to change my planning just to be with you." He whined and I glared at him.

he teased. “What! Please stop it. My life is full of too many things now that I don’t even have much time to think about myself let alone think of another boyfriend apart from you. I was just trying to make sure I don’t bother you too much since you were shot multiple times.” He smiled and said, “Then come here, sweetheart.” He took my hand again and pulled me gently from where I was sitting. “You know, it was not on my lap that I was shot so,” he sat me down gently on his lap saying, “sit,” at the same time.

— He looks at me and smiles before answering. — You didn't do anything wrong, I don't want to come now. So let's change positions... — he says, and sits on the other side of the bed. — Come, sit here! — To where? — You're going to sit on my lap, and we're going to fit in. If it hurts... We stop! — I do what he says, I sit on his lap, I get up a little and I feel him fit his member once again inside me. — Is it hurting, or bothering you?

I sat on his lap and rubbed him lustfully. 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯