Texts That Make Him Want You Novels & Stories

It was time to accept reality. He just stared at me with confusion in his eyes. "As much I would love to I won't" he said and was about to move away again, until I held him back. "You don't want me?" I asked in pain. He snapped his head towards me and clenched his jaw. "Of course I want you. I want to rip your clothes of that sexy body of yours and devour it all night. I don't want to fuck you...I want to make love with you all night and day while you scream my name out in pleasure that the whole street could hear you. I want to taste that heaven that is only mine to see, touch and taste because YOU ARE ONLY MINE" he said with a dark tone at the end.

“Tell me what you want. Not just the beast. You.” He was silent for a long moment, his hand still moving on my back. “I want this,” he finally said, his voice low and sure. “This quiet. This closeness where I don’t have to explain or apologize. I want to fall asleep tangled up with you and wake up the same way. I want to make you laugh. I want to cook you breakfast and see you sleepy and rumpled.” He chuckled, a soft, warm sound. “And I want to fuck you on the kitchen counter before the coffee’s even done brewing.”

"Okay, mom. Bye. I love you too." The line went dead. I clicked the screen off, the darkness of the room feeling even tighter. He reached for the waistband of his briefs. "The hell are you doing?" I snapped, trying, and failing to ignore the cursive lyrics tattooed across his right hip. "Taking my clothes off?" he asked, his voice laced with a maddening, faux-innocence. "So you don't have to." My mouth parted in disbelief. "Do you have any idea what you're doing? If it's just a body you want, there are countless women out there. Women your own age. Why are you forcing yourself on me?"

I want to start with you on your back, n aked, your legs wide open for me. I want to inhale every inch of you with my tongue. You have no idea h ow badly I need to taste you. How badly I need to be inside of you… That will do. I look up to see the desire dancing like fire in his eyes, and my body starts to tingle with arousal. When he looks at me this way, it’s like I can already feel his touch on my skin. Another text bounces back.

My stomach curls at the rawness of his words. “And what will that make me?” The words leave me with a whoosh. “Maybe to format your brain from thinking about other guys.” “Why would you want to format my brain? You want me, don’t you?” I narrow my eyes at him, then look down at the huge cock I had once seen. “Who said I wanted you? Maybe I only want to play with you.” “You would want me to play with me.” He narrows his dark gaze at me. “You are supposed to say you’re not a toy, and I shouldn’t play with you.” He jaw tics again, putting his masculine hand on his waist.

"What do you want from me? Where's Dexter?" "I already told you what I want," it says with its deep seductive voice, "or rather who I want, would you prefer I be blunt?" With a dirty smirk on its face it says to me, "I want to have s*x with you, we want it rather, I want to fu*k you till your brain gets confused and you wish to p*ss out only to wake up in bed the next day, completely unable to move." My heart goes boom as I maintain some distance between the both of us, covering my ears with my hands.

he whispered inches from my lips. "I want you," I muttered. "I want you to claim me as yours." "Do you want me to mate and make love to you...?" ****

“I’m…this is…I just…” “You don’t have to explain yourself, something like this is inevitable, and yet just knowing you want me too…even just the slightest bit, makes me so f*cking hard. You feel it too, don’t you? The desperation I feel…just how much and how long I’ve wanted this.” His fingers slipped beneath her clit and to the entrance he knew led to heaven…for only heaven was pretty enough to come close to it. “I’ll make you feel good, I’ll make you want me even more. Every day, then every hour…I’ll make sure just a touch gets you excited and wet…I’ll make sure you know that you belong to me, every part of you; including here.”

For the overwhelming pleasure, I accepted my defeat and spoke, “I want you. I want all of you! Do whatever you want. I just want you inside me! Making me feel good! I belong to you!”

“Knox..” “Tell me you want this,” he said, his voice dark and demanding. “Tell me you want me.” I hesitated, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. But then his hands slid lower, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and all rational thought evaporated. “Yes,” I breathed. “I want you.”