Texts That Make Him Want You Novels & Stories

However, he takes another puff before ordering. “Tell me you do not want it, and I’ll leave you alone. Forever.” We pause, the air still around us. I want to say the words, but I cannot seem to find them. “I… want it,” I whispered. “Louder. Tell me what you want.” My nipples harden to peaks behind my bra, and for some reason, I feel like he can see them. “I want you to make me come.”

“Are you coming? Please? I’ll beg if you want me to, I’m gonna make you feel so good and even better, I promise and you can watch me touch myself, just like you wanted.” Sweet deal. “What room are you in?”

“You want me to make love to you. Like you asked for.” “I didn’t ask you to…make love to me,” I gasped, feeling a little sick. I hadn’t asked for that. I would never ask for that. How pathetic did he think I was? “Not in so many words.” He stroked me again, from where his arm lay against my upper chest all the way down to my groin. He teased his fingers up my inner thigh, and I thought I might scream. So close. So fucking close. “But that’s what you want. And I’ll give it to you. Do you want me to tell you how beautiful you are?”

Fuck. “I want you.”

“That was a hard workout and you did it all without complaining. “Why does it feel so good when you talk like that?” I ask, my eyes closing. “It’s weird and icky, but it also makes me want makes me want” “What does it make you want?” “Makes me want to come,” I confess in a whisper. “That’s good, peaches. Because when you’re like this it makes me want to fuck you.” I open my eyes, giving him a sly look. “What about when I’m bratty?”

“You wanted me or wanted to get into my pants” “ If I wanted to get into your pants then I wouldn't have even let you be all alone, I wouldn't have let you stay in your own bedroom, I would not have let you give me the attitude, I would have done everything to make sure that I have you despite your objections. I am a mafia King and I am capable of that, but then, I did not do any of those things to you, I never ripped your pants apart, and I never tried to force myself on you, so please, see right through me and realize that I have always been there for you and you have always had my heart”

“Tell me, how badly do you want it? How badly do you want me to make you cum” (I see you take a hard gulp ,your Adam’s apple bobbed ,your face a faint shade of pink ,your skinny frame looming over mine ,your eyes half shut with desire ,your bulge in your pants straining your zipper,you manage to croak out the answer…”I want you so badly..”) I bite my lip, a low moan escaping as I feel your desire. My hands move to your chest, pushing you back until you hit the desk. I straddle you, my thighs squeezing your hips.

I let myself be honest. "No," I finally whisper. "I've always wanted to ruin you. From the first day I saw you. So yes, I don't just want to fuck you—I want to make you scream. I want to brand you and breed you. I want to leave marks that prove you belong to me. Seven hells, if you had a woman, I'd put my babies inside you without remorse." His breath catches. His entire body flushes red, spreading from his chest upward to his cheeks, his neck, even his ears glowing with arousal and something that might be shame but probably isn't.

he said after staying quiet. " huh?" " He wants you. He wants to make you his luna," he said. I didn't respond and was lost in thoughts. How did he know a person like me? What if he was successful in making me his? I thought as a chilling sensation ran down my spine. " I would never let that happen," he growled, listening to my thoughts. " I want to make you mine. I want to mark you and mate with you, Scarlett but you are not ready right now," he said, looking at me.

“God, yes, Miguel. Please fuck me.” His fingers dig into my hips as he gives me what I want, what I crave, and what I’ll never get enough of.