Springtrap X Reader Novels & Stories

"I'm honored and excited, and I'll make the best tiramisu in the world!" "Then, I... will be the boyfriend of Nina, the owner of the shop that makes the best tiramisu in the world!" Ronan grinned. We left the shop laughing. Night had fallen outside, and warm yellow lights glowed around us. A gust suddenly swept through the alley. Ronan took my hand, and we jogged a few steps into the wind ahead of me. Sutburg was filled with flowers in spring, petals flying toward us in the wind, pink, white, and many other colors.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

THE ABANDONED LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER'S COTTAGE PT 3 Distant voices and the crackle of a ranger’s radio floated up from the trail below. The patrols were getting closer. The restraint between Zara and Declan finally snapped. Zara pushed Declan onto his back on the narrow iron bed. The old frame creaked loudly under his weight. She climbed over him quickly, straddling his hips. Her hands shook slightly as she yanked her denim shorts and panties to the side, exposing her soaked pussy. Declan’s cock stood thick and hard, the head flushed dark and already leaking.

She whimpered. I thrust harder, deeper, no longer focused on watching how beautifully her pussy took me. My cross necklace swung with every thrust, dangling between us, a reminder I was bathed in sin and enjoying it. Grace cupped her tits, squeezing them so hard I worried she was hurting herself, but the sounds she was making were far from hurt. They were filled with pleasure, and desperation. “Fill me again,” she begged. “Come inside me, Liam,” she moaned, the way she said my name drove me utterly wild, it had me close. “Breed me.”

Although honestly, the restraints are working for me. [Someone hold me. My favorite streamer just dropped a goodbye post. I need to lie down.] Someone snatched my phone away and tossed it aside. "How did you..." An arm wrapped around my waist, and in the next second, our positions flipped completely. "Next time, buy thicker restraints. Otherwise, they can't hold me." I turned my head to dodge the burning kiss, only for it to land against my neck instead, leaving damp heat behind. His lips trailed lower and lower as my leg was lifted...

“You always play babysitter to your hostages or is this special treatment?” His lips twitched, almost a smile but not quite. “Don’t push it, Autumn. I could chain you to the bed instead. Let the club watch how pretty you look when you’re helpless.” My breath caught. The image hit me filthy, me naked, wrists cuffed to the headboard, Jax standing over me with that cold stare while his cock strained against his jeans. My clit throbbed harder. I squeezed my thighs again, trying to ease it without him noticing.

The corner of his mouth quirked up in a devastatingly sexy half-smile as he reached up to swipe his thumb across my lower lip, catching the bit of saliva he'd left behind. "Couldn't wait any longer for a taste of my wife," he murmured in that deep, rumbly tone that never failed to make my insides turn to liquid fire. His voice was rough with barely restrained desire, the sound of it sparking a delicious shiver down my spine. I stared back at him, utterly dumbstruck and unable to formulate any kind of coherent response. Who was this insanely confident, smoldering version of my new husband? His bold actions and words were so unlike his usual restrained, polite demeanor around me. But I couldn'

Tears fall quickly down my face, and at this point, I don’t even care. “Miss Price……” his voice fades into the background, as I perceive an amazing smell, pleasant to my nostrils. I feel my Wolf jump inside me, and I am about to turn to see the one who smelled so good when I feel someone grab me and inhale my scent. “Mine,” a voice whispers hungrily. I close my eyes in fear. Slowly, I open my eyes. And I see him. With terror, I quickly realize that Don Richardo is my other mate, and he is so scary.

Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs. Professor Kane pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. He stroked himself fast, aiming at her open lips. “I’m close.” Sara kept her mouth open and tongue out, looking up at him. A few more strokes and he came with a deep groan. Thick ropes of cum landed on her tongue and across her lips. Some dripped down to her chin. The taste was bitter and salty, but she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked her lips clean.