Striker X Reader Novels & Stories

It's been long since I felt such heat burning in me, the last time Xavier fucked me, I didn't feel it. You know what, I think Vanessa was right when she said Xender looks more romantic. That's absolutely right. Xender might be innocent in the face, the saint peter of ages, but trust me, he is a badass when it comes to sex and he doesn't know any shit about innocence.

Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion. This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago. Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?

he demands she took a step close to him, looking him directly in his eyes, lips inches away from him, she glares at the man she loves the most before cursing at him "slimy, lying, good for nothing, selfish, little bastard" she starts off slow but as more words come out the more aggressive she becomes "That's it" he growls, pushing her so hard her body comes crashing into the floor. He folds the thick lather belt in too and strikes her with it, multiple times. *strike* i provide for you *strike* i feed you *strike* and this is how you repay me *strike* calling me a bas- *stike* -tard *strike*

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Warning: The chapter contains scenes of violence, murder, and blood and may not be suitable for all readers. If you are easily triggered by any of these subjects, it is recommended that you skip them and refrain from reading ahead for your mental health. (Read at your own risk.) ~~~ Reina looked up, her heart racing as she caught sight of Xavier in the rain. The rain poured down his body in sheets, cascading off his tousled hair and soaking his clothes as he held a Glock in his hand, the metal glinting ominously under the fleeting flashes of lightning.

I shrieked and he instantly stopped. His shoulders were stiff and his body taut against me. I shakily took in his incense and muskwood scent. His hot-rapid breaths fanned my neck. My core was aching and burning with all the roughness. He was not right in the head. Without saying a word to me, Striker slid out of me and dropped me on my weak feet. I was too angry to look at his face anymore. I looked down at his hard length, and then at his hand which came up to pump it until the hot, white liquid was shooting toward the mirror.

CONTENT: Big cock, passionate sucking, pussy rubbing, jerking off. CHAPTER 1 Sophia, an exhibitionist, enjoyed showing off her body, and this gave her so much excitement. This lifestyle had earned her lots of admirers. Her husband also liked the idea and encouraged her to do whatever her admirers asked her to do. It excited him to see her being led by vicious dominators. Sophia especially liked to submit to Derick, a guy she met on a dating/flirting website.

Chapter 42: Reign of Ashes Xander, The clash of steel against steel echoed through the arena, reverberating against the stone walls, each strike a testament to the raw fury that both Amara and Derek poured into the battle. The arena had become their battleground, the place where destinies were rewritten, and every movement mattered. The air was thick with tension, crackling with the force of their struggle, as the crowd held its collective breath, waiting for the inevitable conclusion.

Xavier watched her as discreetly as he could without going full on creepy stare. Setting her glass in the cup holder, she reached into her bag and pulled out a different book from the one she had the first time. Bummer, it might have been fun to watch her read smut. “Oh I guess we done with reading sex stories?” he asked with a snicker before he could stop himself. She jerked her head toward him, and her glossed lips fell open with a little pop. “What?” “I’m sorry.” Xavier laughed, riding the charged feeling in the air between them.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”