What A Man Wants Book Novels & Stories

The book was opened and he faintly saw the word ‘man’ at the top so he moved closer to it… He realized it was her diary… And on that page was what she had written about her dream guy… He blinked as he read through… Realizing he was the total opposite of what was written here made his chest tighten… She had just wanted an ordinary man…someone she could build her life with…someone who could help her actualize her dreams… He recalled the only thing he wanted her to do was be his wife… She also wanted someone she could have children with… He had never thought about having children before… He didn’t think he ever wanted them… Sighing,he dropped the book… He had to stop acting on his feelings…he h

To my filthy girlies… this isn’t a love story. It’s a confession. Every story in this book is about women who were ‘good girls’ until they met a man who didn’t want good. He wanted wrecked. If you like it slow, go read a romance book. If you like it raw, if you like the sound of a spank echoing off a bathroom tile, if you like a man who looks at you like he wants to eat you alive… Then stay. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.

“Are you orotecting him now?” “I’m not protecting him, I’m telling you to shut up!” “He’s using you, Laura. Lucas is far worse than me.” “No, he’s not.” “He will throw you away the moment he’s bored.” “You don’t know him.” “I don’t need to,” he said coldly. “Men as handsome like him are predictable. He doesn't stay with one woman.” “You’re wrong about him. Lucas isn't like that.” I defended. “Am I?” he smirked. “Then why is this affair of yours with him happening in secret?” if a man really wants a woman in his life, he makes sure the whole world knows about her.”

Never felt this desperate to have someone, to break through their walls, to make them want me the way I wanted them—to let me suck him dry, to bend over for him anytime, anywhere. And I had two days until I saw him again. Two days to plan, to prepare, to figure out how to make Professor Romans lose that infuriating control. I reached for my Book of Forbidden Desires and started writing.

But some people just love pushing their luck. "Your private beach?" Ralph looked me up and down with open contempt. His eyes lingered on my slightly faded T-shirt and plain swim shorts, and his grin grew wider. I narrowed my eyes and stepped forward. "Do you have any idea who I am?" My presence made him flinch for a second. Then, the crony next to Ralph leaned in and whispered something. Whatever fear he had instantly turned into smug arrogance. "I see. So you're Clive, the useless husband Ms. Stokes keeps at home, huh?"

For hours. And to my surprise, I’m not bored. Not even for a second. Daniel is... different. He’s not just some criminal. He’s smart. He’s interesting. He listens when I talk. He makes me laugh. And by the time we hang up, I find myself wondering— how can this be the same man that everyone in New York whispers about? "This guy is interesting," I say to myself. The next day, he asks me out. I don’t say yes right away. I play hard to get. Of course, I do. I have standards. And besides, dating a man like Daniel? That’s asking for trouble. Big trouble. His enemies would become my enemies.

She must have exhausted herself with all that training. I moved quietly into the room, intending to just take the book so it didn’t fall and wake her. My hand closed around the spine, lifting it carefully. The cover made me pause. A shirtless man with a woman pressed against a wall, his hand tangled in her hair. The title was something generic…“Forbidden Desire” or some shit like that. It was an explicit romance novel. I almost smiled. My little sister, reading dirty books. It was kind of adorable, actually.

The idea that this wouldn't happen as a man takes control over me is just another aspect of my naivete. An unconquerable lust starts to burn inside me, my desire piqued for more than just requital. I don't just want him to be happy; I want to be happy with him. I don't just want to be his family; I want to start his family. I reach back and take apart my bra, letting my tits fall free as they breathe from their tight confinement. Round and tight, the perky mounds pay homage to my youth. An older man would have no choice but to appreciate them for their aesthetic appeal. Daddy is not one to shirk his manly duties. “Wow,” daddy says, “I had no idea how unbelievable your tits were. I mean... th

“Please, don't. I am too young for all this.” “You’re too young.” “You are old; we do it with younger children.” “What?” My eyebrows furrowed. My chest tightened. “No, not me. Stop!” “Ah, ah ah!” The man laughed. “Hold her, pull her clothes.” “Please, please, let me go.” “You can't leave without satisfying my libido.” “Please, I beg of you.” “Turn properly; I want her back side.”

“If you want something, you need to ask for it the right way. Be clear. Tell me exactly what you want and how you want it. Now, what do you want me to do to you?” I sucked in a deep breath, my mind spinning with the thousand wicked possibilities of what this man could do to me. The heat between us was electric, the tension thick enough to choke on. “I… I want to have you between my legs. I want to feel your tongue on my pussy. I want you to devour me like I’m your favorite meal. I want you to make me cum so many times I lose count. Will you do that for me?”