The Thrilling Temptation Of A Boyfriend Novels & Stories

“Ass, thighs… girl looks like she’d be a goddamn dream in bed. Soft. Loud, maybe. The quiet ones always are.” Heat flooded my face. Lower, something worse happened—my pussy clenched, growing slick without permission. I pressed my thighs together and stayed perfectly still. Same cousins who I played hide and seek with, are obsessing over my body. I'm not surprised, they're actually my type. Even hotter and more handsome than my boyfriend. “She’s probably out cold already,” Ethan grinned. “Always slept like the dead. We could… check.” Silence followed after. Then the soft creak of a door.

“Walking around in those tiny shorts, bending over when you know I’m watching. You think I didn’t notice how you look at me?” I’d whimper, nodding, as his fingers found my pussy, sliding through my wetness. “Yes… I’ve wanted you so bad, Troy. Even when I’m with my boyfriend, I pretend it’s you fucking me.” He’d chuckle darkly, unzipping his pants to free that massive cock I’d only ever imagined. “Then show me how much you want it, baby. Get on your knees.” In reality, I was moaning softly on my bed, two fingers pumping in and out of my dripping cunt while my thumb worked my clit.

I needed him filling me, stretching me, owning me again after everything we had been through. Travis’s eyes darkened. He gripped my thigh hard enough to leave marks. “Since you asked so nicely…” His voice was pure gravel. “I’m going to fuck you hard, princess. And you’re going to take every single inch like the good girl you are.” He slammed into me in one brutal thrust. The stretch burned so good I sobbed out loud. He didn’t even give me a second to adjust; he just started fucking me in deep, punishing strokes, hips snapping forward like he was trying to bury himself in my soul.

"Apology accepted. It's way too early to make love since you're still under probation." "What do you mean 'probation?'" He asked. "You need to earn my trust before I can trust you with my body. I'm your girlfriend but before I can surrender my body to you, you need to work for it." "I'll respect your decision but I hope this doesn't have anything to do with my past. Me being a player and all of that." "I have no business with the past. What matters is who you are today and it's your duty to let me realize that you're worthy of being my boyfriend."

Walking to the fridge, I grabbed a bottle of coke as I tried to decide whether or not I should delete the numbers of guys that Trish had apparently saved in my phone. Kicking against the idea, I stalked the short distance to my computer. I wouldn't put it past Trish to look for the numbers the next time she got her slimy hands on my cellphone. I turned on the television on my way, giving it my attention when I saw a familiar face on the screen. My heart paused it's beating without my consent. Damon Trent. Only the country's youngest bachelor. And probably the hottest male on earth, even I could attest to that. His dark hair stylishly cut, he looked like he'd just stepped out of a male magazi

How could I resist the pull, the yearning deep within the yearn? And so, we kissed. I didn't remember who had exactly started it because my mind went automatically hazy. Longing for that simple touch which was going to set my heart ablaze, there was no other option than to submit to the temptation. She gave me a kiss which was both sweet and tender. Like a pair of butterflies flattering their wings in perfect harmony. The tingling sensation which ran through me like a jolt of electricity was hard to describe or comprehend. That kiss was beautiful with a slight touch of tongues, yet cruel in various details. We were both lost in forbidden love, in the love we could not show, nor should we sha

With the entire world watching her with surprise, Amelia’s face flushed with colour. An electric jolt shot through her body feeling crushed against his hard chest and shoulders. His muscular arm felt like an iron band around herself. She instinctively snaked her arm around his neck to keep herself from toppling over. It was a bad idea since it made her nipples harden with arousal. No, this wasn’t right at all! This guy should come with a statutory warning sign hanging around his neck saying, Dangerously Tempting! Females could have detrimental side effects from severe cases of se*ual arousal in his company!

I told him, “Don’t kiss me if you don’t want to die.” “What?” I quickly looked at the man and saw that he had slightly turned his face away from me. His forehead was also wrinkled. “If you bother me, my boyfriend will not like it.” I threatened him. But I felt even more nervous instead of scared because the aura on his face had darkened. He chuckled. “Who is your boyfriend? What you’re saying is not true.” “What?” “You said before that the man you’re seeing isn’t your boyfriend; you’re not seeing anyone else. Babe, you can’t fool me.”

He slung his arm around my shoulder and proceeded to introduce himself as my boyfriend. Once the disappointed guy moved on, Trev leaned down and whispered "Sweetheart, I told you I wanted to be your Master… what the hell made you think I would allow someone else into the game? Don't forget that you are mine now." I should have been insulted. But the hunger in Trev's words turned me on so much that I knew my nipples were once again at attention.

I settle in with my laptop and do some work from my bedroom and then , when my concentration is shot, I pull out my book and read, or try to read, but my thoughts are on Rhett. Why would he agree to be my boyfriend if it is just sex? Maybe because I am older and he figured dating me would get him the sex he so desires. I knew what I was getting into with him. Rhett is a very sexual being. He thrives on sexual encounters and excitement. Even his artwork is sexual and sensual. He seems to be designed to tempt and seduce me more than anyone I have ever known. Rhett is everything I always wanted but could never have, from his looks to his personality. There were guys like him when I went to coll