Striker X Reader Novels & Stories

“He’s married to Adley Kross. Her K & B Designs is topnotch.” Striker finally let go of a breath and smiled. “That’s how we met. Well, formally met.” If I guessed it right, there was something dirty meaning behind those words. “I also knew him before. He’s a ruthless capitalist, just fighting ranks between him and Dad. So, I kindly hate his gut. Sorry.” “I like her, Cade. She and Adley will be best friends.” He winked at me. Striker wrapped his arms around me securely and possessively. “Careful. When women are together, they are a force of nature.”

he hissed, raising his club. I ducked and rolled, ignoring my own shudder at the whirling sound above my head. I sprang to a crouch and lunged forward, just like Burney had taught me and took his legs out from under him. He tried to raise his arm again, but I latched onto it, raking my nails down his skin. He let out a surprised grunt, his winded reflexes sending his pole rolling out of his reach.

v👿 I thought coming here would make me closer to Jamal but now i want someone else and that’s Xander,oh gosh,he is so hot and am sure he is so good in bed. I just really want him to f*ck me senseless, Gianna always has the best things but this time i will surely take it from her. Alexander,You will be mine. T.B.C

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.

She gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, her knuckles whitening as she felt the weight of the blade, its cold steel singing a silent promise of power. "Good," Xander acknowledged, watching her closely. He moved with the grace of a panther, his emerald eyes never leaving hers as he circled her, pushing her further into a defensive stance. "Now strike." With a sudden burst of energy, Lyra lunged forward, her sword slicing through the air with a sharp hiss. Xander deftly parried her attack, his own weapon glinting menacingly as it met hers with a resounding clang. Their dance continued, a deadly ballet of flashing steel and raw determination, each move calculated and executed with precision.

Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

Too much temptation in one damn face. God. What was wrong with me? I looked away quickly, heat prickling my cheeks. This was ridiculous. I was unraveling. And he was clearly enjoying it.The door opened. Victor stepped in and took the seat beside me with the calm of someone who belonged here. I, very much, did not. Xavier leaned back slightly, still watching me like I was a puzzle he’d already solved. “Emily,” he said, tone as steady as it was unreadable. “Victor tells me you

Xander crossed the distance. What happened next was not, technically, a fight. A fight had some theoretical symmetry to it. What Xander was doing was closing range against someone whose suit was reading his bio-electrical frequency and translating that input into micro-predictions about his next movement, which meant every strike he initiated was partially anticipated, which meant his strike timing needed to be not his own timing. He threw a chunk of liquefied concrete at Sterling's head instead. Not as an attack. As a distraction — the suit's prediction system was reading his nervous system, not objects. The object had no bio-electrical frequency to read. It arrived at Sterling's helmet on

He threw the other two a glare, and they scampered away, then he turned back to Madison who had her arms crossed on those tits of hers. "And what exactly makes you special? You better leave or I'll call security." She warned, trying to walk past him but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back, pinning her in place. She gasped, her heart racing as she tried to get away. "I'll kill them all, don't dare me." He spat, and she swallowed, intoxicated by his husky voice. "W..who are you?" She asked, her voice frail. "Killian Cleeve, and I want you to become my private stripper." He answered and her heart almost jumped out of her chest.

“Dad likes experienced women — women who know how to ride a cock properly, not innocent virgins who’ve only been fingered by their best friend.” Her words stung, but they also made my pussy clench harder around her fingers. Ria leaned down, kissing my neck, then my lips, as she pleasured me with skilled, relentless strokes. She added a third finger, stretching me wider, fucking me until I was moaning into her mouth and coming again. I came hard, shaking, and my juices were soaking the sheets. When I finally came down, panting and spent, Ria kissed my forehead. “But if you really want him… you’re going to have to prove you can take it.”