Xoxo Flirt Novels & Stories

His voice sounded hoarse now, I couldn’t tell if it was restrain or something else. I didn’t hold back, I announced. “I want you to love me like a flower…” I took a sip of my wine and added “…and fuck me like a slut,” Xander’s eyes lit up. I could tell the hunger never left but now the fire was ignited. “As you wish, Mio”

and the conversation is filled with emojis and what looks like flirtatious banter. “Who’s that?” I ask Xavier quietly, nodding toward his phone. “Just a friend,” Xavier replies quickly, tilting his phone away from me so I can’t see the screen anymore. But I caught enough of a glimpse to be curious. “A friend whom you text with heart emojis and winking faces? That’s a little bit zesty for just a friend, don’t you think?” Xavier’s face turns slightly red, and he puts his phone face down on the table. “It’s not what you think. We just joke around a lot.”

Xander's flirtatious tone made my face red like a freshly plucked tomato. " What night?" I managed to say, my V-spot tingling at the sound of his masculine voice. Why the hell was I almost wetting in my pants when I wasn't even in my heat period? I couldn't find words to counter his shameless attitude not until I heard a low growl, in my ears, packed with sensual air. I dare not look up, knowing I was likely the cause of Xander's restlessness. Why can't I fucking control my lust around him?

he coaxes. Naara snorts in annoyance. “You’re so good at coaxing and persuading people. Aren’t you just looking to flirt with people there?” she quips. Xion pinches her nose, making her glare at him. “Are you jealous? You’re worried a rival will appear? Oh ... come on, you’ll always have a special place in my heart, darling.” “You’re so gross,” Naara pretends to shudder, even though she is immensely happy to hear his words.

She looked up and met Xavier's green eyes in the mirror. “What's got my wife smiling to herself?” Xavier asked, moving her hair to one side and kissing her on the nape. Reina shivered from his warm breath fanning her skin, making goosebumps erupt over her skin. “Not telling,” she teased, pulling away and turning to face Xavier. “Is it a man?” Xavier asked, his eyes turning dangerously feral. But Reina was unfazed, as she nodded with a small, “Yes,” lifting her hand and seductively tracing Xavier's jaw with her nail as she bit her lower lip in a coquettish manner. “And I'm flirting with him right now.”

"Then tell me... what do I have to do for you to actually accept me?" Xavier ignored her. Chloe shifted her position, her foot reaching out under the table to nudge the tip of Xavier's expensive leather shoe. "Talk to me." Xavier finally looked up, his deep eyes swirling with a dark, dangerous shadow. "Chloe Bishop, that isn't called 'pleasing' someone. That’s called seduction." Chloe corrected him with a playful tilt of her head. "This isn't seduction yet. This is just flirting." As she spoke, she let her toes slide slowly up the fabric of his trousers. "This... is seduction."

He was always a womanizer and wasn't shy about flirting with any female willing to give him the time of day. "So, I'm curious," Xavier drawled, reclining languidly in his chair, a provocative gleam in his eye. "How do you feel being mated to this stone-cold cousin of mine?" I bristled at his audacity, the words barely out of his mouth before I cut him off sharply. "That's none of your business, Xavier. Our personal life is just that—personal," I retorted, my voice low and guttural, and my gums ached with the urge to bare my fangs.

Xena retorted, "How didn't I move? Are your eyes just for show? Use them properly!" Charlene frowned, "I don't know how to throw flirtatious glances." She said as she winked at Xena. Xena scornfully replied, "You might as well forget it. Your attempt would make someone think you're trying to catch flies." Charlene sighed. Xena continued, "You don't need to throw flirtatious glances. Just make eye contact for three seconds. Eyes are the windows to the soul. You need to convey a feeling of 'I'm interested in you.' Men are hunters by nature.

I had to reciprocate and breed her. With that, we cut and went to the breeding bed, where I was about to mount my own mother, playing the luckiest woman on the planet. The camera closed in to show mom guiding my huge ten inch phallus into her steaming depths. Mom's hand took that staff and stirred it in her pot. Trying to energize herself after that exhausting catfight, she used my ten inch telephone pole to touch herself in all the right places. Her eyes closed from the passion, causing me to grab back my unit and kiss mom's soft cherry lips. I pushed her back romantically and mounted her properly.

“You always this calm when your system’s being hijacked?” I shrugged. “Panic’s inefficient.” He laughed quietly, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable.” “Flattery will get you nowhere.” “That wasn’t flattery.” “Then you’re terrible at flirting.” He grinned, setting the cup down. “Who says I’m flirting?” I gave him a flat look. “Gabriel, you flirt with oxygen.” He leaned closer, the grin turning into something quieter. “Maybe. But you’re the only one who breathes it back.”