Thick Gi Novels & Stories

She froze, breath caught, facing the storm in his delinquent brown eyes. He leaned over her, hands gripping the rail, boxing her in. The air was thick, too heavy to breathe. Her gaze locked on his unwilling, yet unable, to look away. The closer he leaned, the harder her heart pounded. She bit her lip, nerves twitching. No matter how far she ran, he always found her. “Why do you keep chasing me?” she asked, barely above a whisper. Her voice trembled, as if volume might shatter her. He didn’t answer. Silence roared between them. His cold and expressionless never left her face. “Do you like me?” she pressed, ignoring the disinterest in his eyes. She needed something. He gave a soft tut, then brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, twirling it lazily. The touch was light, but his closeness made her pulse race. “‘Like’ is a bit heavy, Tinkerbell,” he murmured, voice low and indifferent. The nickname slipped out like smoke, mocking, yet oddly tender. He leaned in, close enough for her to feel his heat. Close enough to unravel her. But his eyes stayed dark. Empty. She swallowed hard, unsure what hid behind them. “It’s strange,” he added, voice softer now. “But you’re the first woman I’ve ever aknowledged as a lady, Snow White.” — She was the good girl. Quiet. Overlooked. Her life, a shadow. No warmth. No safety. For a moment, she thought she’d found love, someone who saw her. Someone worth clinging to. But he broke her. When he left, he took her love and her self-worth. She hated herself after that. Then she started to rebuild. And that’s when Zachary Gonzalez appeared. Mysterious. Magnetic. Dangerous. Everything she shouldn’t want.

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.

*Smut After her mate's brutal rejection, healing prodigy Sandra surrenders to a dangerously seductive stranger in a dark alley, only to discover he's her uncle Marcus. Trapped by blackmail in his isolated house, forbidden desire ignites between lessons. But Marcus harbors a deadly secret about her father's death. ----------------- “Fuck, Sandra,” he growled, thumb brushing over my nipple through the fabric until it stiffened, aching. “Vanessa’s right upstairs. If she hears us—” “I don’t care,” I panted, rocking up against him, chasing that thick pressure. “Make me forget today. Just tonight. Please.” I’m going straight to hell,” he muttered, then closed the gap. His mouth took mine slow this time, deliberate, like he was memorizing the taste of me. I sighed into it, hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders. He tasted like black coffee and smoke and sin, and I wanted more. He tugged me closer, one hand fisting in my hair, the other splayed low on my back, pressing me against him. Heat flared low in my belly, spreading fast. I shifted, trying to ease the ache between my thighs, and he groaned against my lips, grip tightening. His tongue traced the seam of my mouth; I opened for him instantly, meeting him stroke for stroke until we were both breathing hard. He tilted my head back, lips moving down my throat, teeth grazing the frantic beat of my pulse. I gasped, nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders. “We should stop,” he rasped against my skin, but his hand was already pushing under my thin tank top, calloused palm gliding up my ribs. “We should,” I agreed breathlessly, then dragged his mouth back to mine, kissing him deeper, hungrier.

Three days trapped here with Kael had stripped away every pretense, leaving only the raw heat building between them. His broad, sun-bronzed chest rose with each breath, muscles shifting under scarred skin as he leaned in, his calloused hands sliding up her thighs to part them. "Cassandra," he murmured, voice low and rough like the island winds, his dark eyes locking onto hers with a hunger that mirrored the ache in her core. She felt the weight of his cock pressing against her belly, thick and insistent, already slick with need as he ground against her soaked pussy. His fingers delved lower, parting her folds with deliberate strokes that sent sparks racing through her veins, teasing her swollen clit before sinking two deep inside her tight heat. Cassandra gasped, arching into him, her breasts heavy and nipples hardening as his mouth claimed one, tongue swirling and sucking while his thumb circled her sensitive nub. The cave's chill faded against the fire of their bodies, her hips bucking as he pumped his fingers faster, her juices coating his hand and dripping down her thighs. "Kael... please," she breathed, pulling him closer, her fingers wrapping around his pulsing shaft to stroke its veined length from base to tip, feeling it throb in her grip. He groaned, the sound vibrating against her skin, and shifted to position himself between her legs, the blunt head of his cock nudging her entrance before thrusting in with one smooth, filling motion that stretched her walls and made her cry out in ecstasy. They moved together in the dim glow filtering from the cave mouth, his hips snapping with increasing urgency, each deep plunge hitting that spot inside her that made her vision blur.

Zesa Russo commands the boardroom with the same precision and confidence she brings to every aspect of her life. At 28, she’s the fierce CEO of Techya, a company she’s built from the ground up. Driven, unrelenting, and unapologetically bold, she’s never been one to wait for a prince charming to come sweep her off her feet—instead, she’s the force that shapes her own destiny. And her destiny has always involved him. The man who had once eluded her grasp, the one she had silently craved for years. But Zesa isn’t the kind to let love slip through her fingers. No. She's determined to make him hers, no matter what. Slowly, inevitably, she knows he’ll surrender his heart to her—just like everything else she’s ever set her sights on. ____ Levi’s mischievous gaze locks onto mine, daring, seductive, his lips curving into a slow smirk as he steps closer. “Should I stop?” His voice is velvet, deep and teasing, laced with danger. But I don’t flinch. “No,” I breathe, my pulse quickening, every nerve in my body on edge. His smirk deepens, a dark promise in his eyes as his fingers slowly trace the hem of my dress, lifting it with agonizing precision. The whisper of fabric against my skin sends shivers down my spine. His lips—warm, soft, and skilled—graze the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. Levi’s hand slips beneath the fabric, fingertips brushing against my desire, teasing, drawing out a soft gasp from me. The heat between us is suffocating, yet intoxicating. “Levi…” My voice trembles as he nips gently at my thigh, his breath hot against my skin. “You’ll be the one begging me to stop,” he murmurs, the promise in his words thick, dripping with need.

Jake topher,a billionaire ceo falls for an upcoming model, just when he thought he couldn't be with a woman..... Victoria kings,a witty but courageous model, filled with confidence and determination towards life meets the dreaded CEO who everyone seems scared of in the city...she shows no fear. A fun romantic comedy with a touch of drama and action. ********************** "Can I kiss you?" Jake asked, his face just an inch away from hers. Her breathing grew heavy, his lips were near hers, they just weren't touching. She wanted to say something but no words came, so she looked back down, but it lead to more temptation. Her eyes met his lips, his perfectly lined lips, which were slightly parted. "Jake." She managed to mutter, in an attempt to stop him, but her low voice at the moment was more seducing than ever to his ears. "Can I?" He pleaded again, his thick yet smooth voice reverberated In her ears. She shivered when he brought his lips closer to her eears. He was much more closer now, she could smell his cologne, she closed her eyes, she loved the way he smelt, but she couldn't let him do what he wanted to do right now. He was drunk and she knew it. She shouldn't have brought up the idea of wine drinking. She felt a grasp on her waist, he pulled her to himself, there was no space between them now Cupping her face with his right hand, he admired her beauty for a while. "Vee?" He looked at her eyes." I want you, vee." He said, his gaze now on her lips, he wanted to kiss her so badly. ********************* Read more, please vote as you read, and make sure to comment who's your favorite . Genika3na️.

“Lick my cum, princess,” his deep, filthy voice growled as he fisted my hair. “Get on your knees and lick every drop from my dick like the greedy little cumslut you are.” I caught my lying ex balls-deep inside my best friend the same day I learned the brutal truth: I was never infertile. He was. For three years he let me destroy my body with injections and shame while hiding it like the pathetic coward he is. Heartbroken and raging, I drank until I couldn’t feel anything… then let a silver-haired, tattooed stranger ruin me in his hotel bed. He fucked me raw, choked me senseless, filled me with load after load, and made me scream “Daddy” while I came harder than I ever had in my life. The next morning, my cheating ex begged me to meet his stepfather — the same dominant bastard who had just owned every hole the night before. I walked in… and locked eyes with the man who had stretched me, used me, and pumped me full. Now he’s supposed to be my future stepfather-in-law. Instead, I’m sneaking away every chance I get to ride his thick cock like a dripping slut. Moaning and creaming all over him while my ex waits in the next room. Begging him to breed me deep. Choking on his cock until tears run down my face. Letting him bend me over and use me in the most depraved, filthy ways imaginable. I know how sick this is. I know he’s older, dangerous, and completely off-limits. But the more he corrupts me… the wetter, greedier, and more addicted my needy little cunt becomes. So tell me, Daddy… Can I ride you again?

I become a firefighter after getting abandoned by my ex-wife, who's a domestic abuser. At first, I think my fiancee, the heroic Captain Cassadee Flack, will be my salvation. But at the blazing scene, the warehouse explodes for the second time due to the scorching temperature. What makes things worse is that the oxygen in my tank will deplete soon. I reach out to Cassadee for help, only to witness her passing the last spare oxygen tank to Colin Halfpenny, the teammate standing next to her. "This is Colin's first time entering a blazing scene. He's terrified, whereas you have enough experience under your belt to deal with this situation. You should hang on for a while longer." I'm choking on so much thick smoke to the point that I almost suffocate from it. Angered, I point at the blinking red light on the control panel. "If I keep suffering from the lack of oxygen, my brain will eventually die! This is the standard procedure of a rescue mission!" Cassadee wears an impatient look. "Why are you being this petty? I promised Colin's dad, who sacrificed himself for me, that I'd take good care of Colin! Can't you be more empathetic? "I thought you could endure pain the best! Back then, you didn't even let out a groan when your ex-wife broke your rib! How is it possible that you can't endure such a small difficulty in this mission? "I finally understand what kind of person you actually are! Someone who's grown up in nothing but pain and misery is bound to be selfish!" I no longer utter a single word to Cassadee. Instead, I use all of my strength to press the emergency SOS button on my helmet. "Command center, please send help immediately. The on-site commander has demonstrated severe misjudgment in handling the situation. I request compulsory intervention."

On Independence Day, I was on my way to my boyfriend's house when a car slammed into me. The stretch of road was deserted. The collision jammed my door shut, and the acrid smell of gasoline filled the air. My car was about to explode. I scrambled for the emergency hammer, only to find it had been swapped out for a pink toy mallet. Panic rising in my chest, I dialed my boyfriend's number. To my horror, his ringtone sounded from the very car that had crashed into me. He stepped out, arm wrapped around his childhood sweetheart. She put on a pitiful face, tears in her eyes. "Oh no, I'm so clumsy. It's my first time driving, and I hit someone." When my boyfriend realized the victim was me, he didn't hesitate to console her. "Don't worry. She must have collided with you on purpose." I pounded on the window, desperate. "Nick! The emergency hammer's been switched out. Help me get out of here!" His childhood sweetheart lit up with a mischievous smile. "Katie, I swapped it! Isn't the pink hammer super cute?" Disgust flickered across Nick's face. "It's just a little crash. Get out on your own." By now, thick smoke was pouring into the car, and the heat was searing my lungs. I begged him to save me. But the girl only giggled, covering her nose in mock annoyance. "Katie, why are you cooking in there? The smoke is awful." Then she patted her stomach. "Oops, my tummy is rumbling. Nick, let's go home and eat." He tightened his hold around her and turned to leave. "Enough already. Stop pretending. My parents are waiting for us at home." Just as suffocation closed in on me, I slammed my hand against the car's emergency distress button.

Nineteen-year-old virgin Monalisa always believed she was broken—frigid and untouched by any man’s desire—until she moves back into her late mother’s luxurious mansion after a tragic death. There, she discovers overwhelming, shameful lust for her ruthless 49-year-old werewolf billionaire stepfather, Damien Voss. The powerful Alpha who demands she call him “Daddy” while he systematically corrupts her innocent body, claims her as his submissive mate, and drags her into a world of bloody pack wars, savage knotting, and total surrender. As bodies pile up and her old life dissolves, Monalisa must confront whether her future holds anything beyond endless filthy pleasure and violence… or if this dark, consuming bond is exactly what she was born for. Characterization Female Lead – Monalisa Physical: 19, petite but extremely curvy (heavy breasts, wide hips, thick thighs, plush ass). Personality: Initially naive, shy, and insecure. Believed she was “broken” because no man could arouse her. Gradually transforms into a desperately submissive, cock-addicted mate while retaining inner conflict about morality and her lost future. Arc: From reluctant virgin to willing bloody little mate. Deep reflections on whether her life will be reduced to endless sex and violence. Male Lead – Damien Voss Physical: 49 (appears mid-30s due to werewolf genes), 6'5", muscular silver-fox, scarred from battles. Personality: Cold, commanding, ruthless Alpha CEO. Deeply obsessive and possessive. Masterful gaslighter who justifies violence and corruption as “destiny.” Arc: From restrained obsession to fully unleashed feral dominance as he claims his stepdaughter. Supporting Characters Late mother: Antagonist in flashbacks (portrayed as jealous/sabotaging via Damien’s gaslighting). Rivals (Viktor of Silverfang Clan, various scouts/Betas): Fuel the bloody conflicts. Marcus (traitor Beta): Early catalyst for violence.