Sodapop Curtis X Reader Novels & Stories

We sat in the tub and drank our beers. Hey guys kindly check out my other erotic books, Poppy secret confession. please help give it a chance by reading and giving your honest review and comment about it.

So I had memorized every single word perfectly. I stayed on all fours, took a deep breath, and recited: "I am Poppy the slut, My body is yours to do whatever you want, While I'm with you, I have no thoughts or feelings, While I'm yours, treat me like a cheap whore, Anything you have ever wanted to try with a woman, Anything you have ever fantasized about, I am here to make it happen. Use and abuse me anyway you want, A quick suck and fuck, Or a weekend of torture and gangbang,

After he tosses more firewood into the fireplace and lights them up, he walks back to me and takes a seat on the armchair beside the couch. I feel utterly uncomfortable and uneasy and improper and - what's even happening? I feel even worse than I did back home when father would- The clatter of the little spoon against the porcelain plate pulls me out of my thoughts before I sink too deep in them. The man had scooped a bunch of sour cherry jam onto a place and dipped the tip of one of the small croissant before he took a large bite out of it. The way he moved was mesmerizing, but somehow it seemed out of place. As if he had to think hard on how to do these things...

Greg leaned in and I pressed my lips to his, disregarding the bottle entirely. Greg's hand crept up to my hip, and Curtis' hand on the other side of me moved under my dress. As I cupped Greg's face in my hands, Curtis' own moved ever so slowly up my bare thigh. It seemed like forever, but Curtis found the jackpot. He cupped his hand over my mound, and was rewarded with a big wet patch on the crotch of my panties. Twenty years of sexual frustration and dissatisfaction had come to this. And right now, I was enjoying every fucking second.

Curtis grinned, “I like how you think.” He pushed me down on the bed and I spun myself around to give myself a better position to run. He laid down on me and pushed his tongue into mine but instead of fighting it, I let his tongue wrestle with mine as he rubbed my breasts with his one free hand. A good god would he ever put the gun down. I moved my mouth away and kissed his ear whispering, “take me.”

she said, and walked away instantly without waiting to hear his reply, without giving him a chance to plead his cause. Curtis heart shrank in size. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Did his mate just reject him? He thought, as he dropped against the wall sullenly. Tears were threatening to flow but he wouldn't let it. He had never cried for a woman before now. And he wouldn't start now. If she didn't want him, then that was fine. He wouldn't run after her. He thought, ignoring his wolf which was cussing and whining in hurt. It wanted him to go after her, to find out who she was, and why she would choose someone else over him, but he refused. He felt suddenly tired. Perhaps, Penny's wo

-Curtis: Toots, I want to see you in that daring black lace underwire bustier with cutout panties. I blushed with an exciting grin. -Me: Just name the time and I'll be ready for you. -Curtis: Eleven should be good. Most of these guys are usually in their own zones by then. -Me: Don't disappoint me, Curtis. I truly miss you. -Curtis: I am trying to get some days off so that I can have you to myself. I will officially make you mine when I get back. Are you ready to be marked by me?

Satisfied, I opened the door. Curt was standing on the other side, wearing jeans and a white shirt, open at the neck, with a brown suede jacket and matching brown boots. “Ready to go?” “Would you like to come in for a minute?” I asked as I stepped aside. He stepped inside and looked around. “Would you like some coffee?” I asked. He turned around and pulled me into his arms. “I’m going to miss you,” he said, smoothing back the hair away from my face as he looked in to my eyes. “I’ve had a really great time with you over the past few days.”

“Do you have…” “Yeah.” He leaves the bed momentarily to find something on his bedside table. A small, turquoise bottle that he hands over to Banks. Banks rips the top off with his teeth, his chest heaving like a prizefighter in the middle of a bout, and he pours the contents between the crack of Elise’s ass. We watch the valley of those cheeks become coated in moisture, Elise lifts her hips ever so slightly and Banks sinks in with a guttural grunt. We’re both inside of her now. And the atmosphere changes. Dramatically.

“I know that you never talked about your parents at all, but you loved to hear about other people’s families. I know that you ordered in Thai food every time your dickhead ex was away at one of his bullshit banking conferences. You loved chicken with green curry sauce and glass noodles, and you hid all the evidence before the asshole got home. You liked silver, not gold, and your favorite color was purple and you’d wear it almost every day. You used to sparkle, baby, just fucking burst with life and color inside and out. That was you Tessa, that was all you. But lately? Lately you’ve been flat and gray. So goddamn sorrowful, and it’s ripped my heart out.” “Curtis,” she said, disbelieving and