Novel & Cerita Texts That Make Him Want You

His mouth found my throat first, not my mouth, like greeting me was a waste of time. “Say why you came.” “I wanted you to fuck me.” “Again. Slower. Like you mean it.” I swallowed. “I wanted you to fuck me. I didn’t want to text. I didn’t want to knock. I wanted to walk in and have you do it." “Good.”

“Texting the prettiest woman and rubbing my stubborn cock. It's pretty hard. It wants her pussy and throat but too bad.” My throat went dry as sudden need enveloped me. He made me feel so desired all the time. I was immediately turned on, so I teased him. This was something I've never even thought of doing before. “Imagine it's in my mouth and I'm sucking so hard, Trey.” I sent the risky text and instantly got replied with a voice note. When I put it to my ear and played it, I got chills. Trey was desperately begging, and I could feel the weight of his want for me.

I wanted my scent to be rubbed off. He is MINE! One step closer, my already hardened nipples would brush against his perfect sculpture-eight-pack abs. I licked my lips, feeling my breathing already racing. There was no turning back now. "Make love to me," I muttered, almost embarrassed about my wants and needs. "Take this burning desire to feel you inside of me and f*ck it right out of me! Make me scream your name until my throat runs dry. I want you. Just you. Make me yours again."

I was completely under Matt’s spell. “You are not making it easier for me when you bite your lip like that,” he leaned and let his lips touch my cheek, close to my lips. “I am not doing anything, M,” I whispered with my eyes closed. I inhaled his scent and enjoyed his breathing on my skin. It was intoxicating, magical. Needed. Wrong. “You are making mad of desire, and you are not even trying?” He said, our lips almost touching. “Feel your breathing, M. I know you want to be mine.”

“Please…” “Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “You,” I gasped. “I want you.” His tongue glazed across my clit a little too gently and it made me squirm with even more anticipation. “Tell me what you really want,” he whispered as he continued to tease my nub. “I want you…” I whispered hoarsely as a small moan escaped my lips. He drew circles with his tongue, and I was gushing with juices. I tried to break my wrists free from him, but he was too strong. I just wanted to touch him; I wanted to run my fingers through his hair and feel his body.

I want so much more than a text. Brody: Don't say you're sorry. I'm not. I want to touch you and kiss you. I want to wreck you and make you miss my touch as much as I'm missing yours right now. I swallow hard at his honesty. Does he not know he already ruined me for any other man? Me: I want your lips on mine, Brody. I want to touch your body and feel you inside me. I want to feel all of you. I am already dying to see you again.

What does he want from me? “Fuck, you’re making it impossibly hard for me to not ruin every sweet idea you had about other men. I want to make sure the next time someone touches you, you cry because it’s not me.” It’s maddening how I shiver as he slowly pulls my panties aside, and the moment his fingers touch the untouched part of me, I forget to breathe. “Ah…” He chuckles. “You gonna tell me to stop again, bambina?” I want to scream yes. Want to scream no. want to scream something that will pull me out of this haze. But I can’t. Because he’s not just under my skin, he’s in it. Etched like a scar.

he whіѕреrеd, hіѕ lірѕ ѕtіll tеаѕіng mine. “Until I tаkе mу fіnаl breath, аll I’ll еvеr want іѕ you. I сrаvе, nееd, wаnt уоu еvеrу second of еvеrу day.” “I want уоu now.” Hіѕ lооk wаѕ so urgent, mу bоdу іmmеdіаtеlу fіllеd wіth desire.

His cold voice echoed through the room. “Then what else do you want?” My hands shot up in frustration. “You want me to become your assistant? Your personal maid? Or maybe you want me to bake you fucking cookies?!” His lips curved, but the smile that formed was dark... feral. “What you offer is still only the wrapper. What I want is the whole package.” I swallowed, suddenly feeling naked despite the layers of fabric covering my skin. “There are limits to what I am willing to sell,” I gritted out.

he exhaled as if in thought. "Remember the last time you came here? You stirred up the same thing, why I didn't want to bring you here at first" he ruffled his hair, as if confused. "God, I want to fuck you Camila, I want to make love to you, I want me inside of you. I want to make you feel things you haven't felt. It's my work Camila, I don't want to be idle with you, I want to make love to you" he whispered the last part and my toes curled up.