Striker X Reader Novels & Stories

He stroked himself once, twice, smirking down at me as I stared, panting. “Beg for it, Em.” “Please, Alex… I need you inside me. Fuck me, please…” He didn’t wait. He lined up and thrust in deep in one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt. I gasped sharply, back arching off the bed. “Oooohhh… fuuuuck… Alex!” The stretch burned so good, filling me completely. He groaned, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise as he started moving.

Harper’s strikes are swift and powerful, precise. The clash of their movements is fascinating. Xenia’s agility allows her to dodge Harper’s attacks, swaying like a dancer. She moves with a fluidity that seems almost unnatural, ethereal, whimsical… It’s almost like it’s effortless. Just like with Callie, Harper’s frustration grows with each failed strike. She lunges forward, aiming a series of rapid punches at Xenia’s stomach, but it’s like Xenia can predict Harper’s movements, as she gracefully sidesteps each blow. Like a dance of evasion. She’s holding back. Shit, this is her holding back.

Destiny Ryder, 28 and virgin, craves her first taste of sin. At Adult Fun Inc., she strips bare, blindfolded, and ready. A stranger’s tongue teases her nipples and licks her dripping wet puss*y, then thrusts deep into her virgin cunt, breaking her virginity open with wild pleasure. Sweaty and free, she’s hooked—but someone’s watching, promising hotter nights ahead. NB: This steamy collection of hot erotic and steamy stories unleashes Destiny’s story and more: sultry tales of lust, tangled bodies, and forbidden thrills.

I smirked, flipping it open to the first page, 'Snowbound Enemies: A Hate-Fuck Holiday'. Fuck, the title alone had my cock stirring in my sweatpants. As I started reading her words in my deep rumble, her hand casually drifted to my thigh, nails tracing lazy circles. "I stumbled through the blizzard... Jax Coulter, the smug bastard..." Her story poured out, rivals turned sex-enemies, stripping in the cold, brutal hate-fucks in the snow. The dirty banter leaped off the page. "Take it, you thieving bítch, my cock's owning this pússy!" My voice grew rougher with each line, dick thickening painfully against the fabric as I pictured it, her as that fiery Kingston, me as the dominant Coulter, pound

“Please, Jake.” He grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. Mira’s face pressed into the pillow. He pulled her ass up so she was on her knees, back arched. His hand came down in a firm smack on one cheek. The sting made her moan louder. “Such a bad girl, wanting your best friend’s man,” he growled. But there was no anger in it, only heat. He lined up the head of his cock with her entrance and pushed in hard. Mira cried out as he filled her in one thrust. He was thick, and the stretch burned in the best way. Her pussy gripped him tight.

I nodded while smiling and waving at everyone I recognized. "Yes, I am. It's Dante's night!" I said into the microphone. "Of course, of course. We all know there is no one here who supports Dante Solano more than you do. How sure are you that he will win this season? I mean, we all know the Solano brothers are the best strikers there are. Voss Solano was also nominated this season. He played well this year as well," she said. My stomach dipped, but I still held my smile.

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

Goosebumps immediately rushed my skin and my nipples stiffened through the yellow fabric of my bra. “He let your fine ass come out alone to play? Brave man. That’s what’s up...” I bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste her flesh becoming metallic. “Hmm. He did.” “So, do you want to play, lady? Because I’d love to play with you.” I took some deep breaths. If I was going to do this, this man seemed like the right guy to do it with. He was beautiful, with a beautiful dick to match. I was sure that he could fuck me until I saw stars.

X, despite his usual control and precision, was caught off guard by the ferocity and raw power of the skinwalker. The skinwalker’s fist came down with the force of a wrecking ball, hitting X square in the chest. The sound of bone crunching echoed in the air, but Mr. X gritted his teeth and didn’t let up. He threw a brutal right hook, his fist connecting with the skinwalker’s jaw. The force of the blow caused the creature to stagger back, but only for a second. It was a brief moment, a sliver of time before the skinwalker retaliated, launching himself back at X with terrifying speed.

I met her on the floor and shoved her legs toward me while she struggled to move away. "Are you trying to kill me with pleasure Angel. You might as well pay for the fixing of my hips once you're done." She said I smirked bending her legs to her head so that she appeared as a ball. I squat on two legs above her then thrust my dick into her, fucking her and myself to another orgasm. "You'll break my limbs Angel." She said but I ignored her, dragging her towards the large screen in my room where I watched strippers perform. I pushed her towards it and came behind her.