Wild Rider Novels & Stories

Though she was a virgin, she knew exactly how it was done, thanks to the various adult sites her cousin Claire frequently visited on her computer. But this was the first time she had seen a man doing it live, right in front of her. Not to mention that the man was Ram Jordan—the ridiculously handsome multi-billionaire. And God forbid, he had no idea that she was there. ‘Live… I am seeing this live?’ She whispered again, suddenly feeling like she needed to pee. Her lower abdomen felt tight, and even though she was innocent, she knew this wasn’t something that could be relieved by just going to the bathroom.

Even though she was annoyed by the arrogant and stupid man she was hugging now, it was okay because Fertine shouldn’t see him. “What the fuck?! Are you gay Wilder?” Rio angrily broke his embrace. He didn’t care about what he was saying. He immediately looked around. He sighed in relief when Fertine and Avery passed them. “Now I know why you wouldn’t want hot girls Wilder you want long thick hard coc---” He didn’t let him finish speaking, instead I punched his right cheek. It fell flat near the muddy ground. “What the hell?!” He moaned as he kicked the man’s warehouse.

Hell, I never even told him about my mate's situation even though he is my best friend. “So Alpha have you ever gone floating down a river before? It is very relaxing and fun.” I turn my head to glance at Wilder before returning my sight to the road andI answer, “We don’t do this type of stuff in my pack. We focus on training and things to build our pack's strengths and defenses.” Wilder forms a smirk on his face, “I think you will enjoy it. If you haven’t figured it out yet, we believe in training hard and playing hard. A happy pack is a strong and loyal pack. He replies the smirk never leaving his mouth.

He nipped his way up my neck until he reached my ear and whispered, “You’re bad, Brenda. You’re bad and I fucking love it.” “I prefer wild,” I breathed out, finishing on a moan. “You’re bad and you’re wild.” He picked up his pace. “You’re my wild, tempting bitch. Don’t go soft on me.” I laughed, my fists clenching above my head. “Never.” And when I cummed, it was hard and it was wild.

"Oh god, you're so wild! It's wonderful, Andrew. Don't stop!" Rhyza's seemingly insane scream as he claimed her forcefully. “Fuck baby, you're the best! Shit! You’re so fucking shit!” she continued, accompanied by his rapid plunge into her slit. Andrew didn't speak; instead, he took one of Rhyza's legs and lifted it. He then proceeded to claim her in a sideways manner. "Say my name; I want you to say it!" he ordered, then suddenly entered his girlfriend's femininity again.

I’d admit that I wanted him to touch it…more. Clearing my throat, I said, “Of course, why won’t I be? I just wish the rain would stop soon.” From the corner of my eyes, I could see Manny scowling at my words. I wanted him to leave and maybe then I would get my fucking fried hormones in order and get the key for the preacher, the boss of the Motorcycle club. Without warning, I felt his fingers trail up and unzipped my pants, flittering underneath to grab my cock that was as hard as steel for both him and Stephanie.

She began to ride him faster, sending her hips down with a fast pace. "Oh my gosh! I feel like doing this forever!" Bernard began to thrust his hips up hard to meet her down thrusts. "Ohh! I fucking love this!" She began to bounce on his dick. Each down thrusts was sending waves of pleasure inside of her. She was getting Wild and uncontrollable that Bernard was finding it hard to keep up. After several minutes, he stopped and pulled her out, then positioned her to doggy. Without wasting any time, he plung in from behind and began to band her. He wanted to dominate and fuck her hard for showing him how Wild she was. He was thrusting his whole length inside of her.

“Damn, bro… bold. Let me guess, named after a certain someone who’s got you wrapped around her little finger?” “Watch it,” I warned lightly. Mikhail chuckled. “He’s not wrong.” I leaned back in my chair, staring out at the skyline, ignoring his teasing. Wildfire wasn’t just a name. It was her. Cyprian laughed louder, drawing me back to the call. “You see, Mikhail? The great Marion Whitfield, king of casinos, titan of real estate, conqueror of every deal in sight… and another woman strolls in and… poof!... he’s done for. Honestly, I respect it.”

“It doesn’t, child. Forever means we keep choosing.” Tare kicked dust. “But I’m tired of other people’s pain. I want my own sky.” That night, his moon pulsed red. Not from choice. From anger. He ran. Out of the Circle city. Past the buried stones that said *CHOOSE*. Past the gardens. Into the Wildlands where no wolves had gone in 500 years. The Wildlands were forbidden. Not by law. By memory. This was where the last temple of “one moon” crumbled. Where wolves once lived without choice.

The woman stepped forward first, fingers trailing down Lila’s arm. “Beautiful,” she murmured. “We’ve been looking for someone exactly like you.” The man moved behind Lila, hands settling possessively on her hips. “Safe word?” he asked, lips brushing her ear. Lila swallowed. Voice barely a whisper. “Red.” He chuckled darkly. “Good girl.” The woman’s hand slid to the zipper at the back of Lila’s dress. “Then let’s begin.”