Toothless X Reader Novels & Stories

He bit her clit between his teeth, holding it captive as he thrummed his mint-coated tongue against it until she came with a sharp cry. Only then did Talen ease her forward away from Heath’s mouth, reaching over to unhook her shoes with a laugh before popping the candy cane back between Heath’s lips and then offering Aislen’s to her. “Suck, little demon, whilst I go supervise Rhett and Cameron.” Aislen took the candy cane from between her lips in order to say: “My clit is still tingling.” Talen’s chuckle was wicked, and Heath’s was smug.

Warning: this chapter contains scenes which are not suitable for young readers. Read at your own risk ——————— Her flesh down there is hairless and smooth. His tongue moved, licking her cl*toris. He rubbed it hard with his stiffened warm tongue then thrust the tip on it on her hole. Celine's thighs were frantically trying to bounce up but they wouldn't move an inch because he's pressing her firmly, so she won't be able to escape. Beneath the attack of his tongue and the wet sounds of his saliva and her juices, her panting was short.

Heath’s c-ck was ticking with his pulse and the tip was beaded with pre-come. Talen removed his hand from within her and lifted his fingers to her lips. She took them into her mouth, sucking her slick, meeting Heath’s eyes as she did so. Heath groaned, his muscles tensing and his hips rising from the mattress. Talen shook with his silent laughter, wicked with his enjoyment.

Toothless, who I had somehow forgotten was still in that space, interjects and takes a step towards me. I grip my shirt tighter. “That lying mouth of yours will soon be bruised.” He turns away to face the man behind. “Why on earth are we still talking? I don’t want to talk. I want to fuck the hell out of this bitch.” He turns back to face me. “It’s been ages. And it feels like Christmas that we have a woman in here. Ugh.” His grip on the front of his worn-out jeans gets tighter. And he begins to walk towards me.

A soft gasp escapes me and I instinctively press my thighs together, trying to quell the needy throb building between them. “Fuck, fuck,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “The knot is real.” Thorne’s lips curve into a slow, wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with something dark and primal. “What have you been reading, Mate?” he asks, his voice rough and teasing, low enough to send another shiver across my skin.

Talon crashed his lips against the beautiful blonde. But none of us could have anticipated what happened next. Topher dashed towards the both of them, claws out, fangs out, and eyes as black as coal. We all thought he was going to attack Chastity, but to our surprise, he grabbed the collar of his brother and sent him crashing into the bookshelf across the study. He took chastity in his arms and yelled, "MATE!" Before smashing his lips against hers.

Without brother Ming, Tofu's life would be completely stagnant. Finishing out the shower and then dabbing some moisturizing lotion on her hands and face, Tofu directly went back to her bed and lied down turning her head towards Ming and kept looking at him with her sleepy eyes until she fell asleep. -------- We have made it! Yay! I want to take a moment to thank all of my readers who have supported me and helped me to reach till here. Today on our 100th chapter, I want to thank a reader who has 100 in their name =Ingrid100=

"Open." I parted my lips obediently. The first bite was heaven—warm, salty, rich. I moaned around it, and Thorne's eyes darkened. "Good boy," he praised, feeding me another piece, then a strip of tender venison. Each time I swallowed, Ryk's fingers lazily circled my rim, dipping in just enough to tease without satisfying. When the bread was gone, Thorne lifted a berry between his fingers, crushing it slightly so juice stained his skin red. He painted it across my lower lip, then leaned in to lick it off, slow and filthy. I whimpered into his mouth.

He looked like he walked straight out of a pirate story. “I am Captain Thorne Blackwood,” he said in a deep, rough voice. “And you, little librarian, just called me here.” Liora’s heart pounded. He was incredibly handsome. Tall, strong, with a scar on his jaw that made him look even hotter. Thorne walked closer. “You smell like old books and sweet desire,” he said. He gently touched her chin. “Tell me, Liora… do you want me to show you what a real man can do?”

"What the hell are you talking about?" "Oh come on, you know what I mean, Noctis." "What." His eyes go wide with shock. "What did you say?" "Noctis. I said Noctis. Lord Noctis Vale. That's you, right?" He just glares at him, speechless, like a deer caught in torchlight. TJ stands, pulls off his mesh top, and cups his own chest, thumbs brushing over his sensitive nipples. "I read your stories, Master. Every single one. And I loved them."