Your Boyfriend Game Nsfw Novels & Stories

Humiliation burns hot across my skin. Tears stream down my face. This is degrading. Dehumanising. And all I can think is that if Zanthe wasn’t caged behind the block I’m holding, she’d take control and bite his dick clean off. The thought almost makes me choke. But I can’t. He’s, my boyfriend. I’m supposed to do this for him. I have to. “You’re so good at this,” he groans, thrusting harder. “Goddess, Zahra, your mouth is so fuckable.”

“Noah…” “I’m deadass,” he said, voice low. “One blowjob. I eat your pussy out until you can’t think straight. I’ll tease you stupid with my dick, slide it through your lips, rub your clit with the head, but I won’t go inside. No penetration. Just… pleasure. You deserve to feel good after that bullshit.” My breath hitched. Heat flooded straight between my legs. I bit the inside of my cheek. “You’re her boyfriend.” “Not for much longer,” he said flatly. “And even if I was—this isn’t about her anymore. This is about you.”

My boyfriend dumped me last month, called me a nymphomaniac, but the truth is he could never keep up with my cravings. I need rough, multiple hands on me, with cocks filling every hole until I cannot think straight. This is insane, sneaking in here, because if I get caught, I am kicked off the squad, or maybe expelled. But the risk makes my pussy clench with wetness already soaking through my tiny shorts. I hid behind a row of lockers, peeking through the slats, breathing shallow to stay quiet. The steam from the showers filled the air, their voices echoing—deep laughs, slaps on backs, talk about the game.

I needed us to take things slowly He pulled out and stared at me, his thumb moving to my lower lips. "the kids are with the nanny, they would be fine. I need my woman," His deep voice that was filled with lust rang out and before I could even say another word, he smashed his lips back on me "Urrgghh," He growled, biting down on my lower lips. My lips were pressed together, my eyes wide open Why did it feel so wrong? He's my boyfriend now. We are dating, this is the least we can do

"You're impossible." "And you're a hypocrite." "Excuse me?" "You send half-naked pictures to your boyfriend, but you lose your shit when a girl talks to me?" My mouth fell open. "So what?? You think I'm going to keep waiting for you?" "You're still waiting for me, Queens, and I'm going to reward you tonight." My heart stuttered. I didn't know what to do with that information. "This is insane," I said, shaking my head. "You're insane. Why do you like playing games? Why one minute you want me and the next you push me away? Just fucking leave me alone. I'm done with all this and I have a boy…"

Her fingers found her clit, rubbing fast, the sensation sharp and overwhelming with every deep thrust. “Don’t close your eyes,” her boyfriend commanded. “Let me see it hit you.” Her orgasm tore through her, her cry muffled when her boyfriend’s thumb slid between her lips, pressing against her tongue. Hale groaned behind her, spilling inside her again, his hips grinding into her. He pulled away and settled in his chair, sighing in satisfaction. “You know…” he said, glancing over his shoulder toward the velvet-curtained VIP lounge, “I’ve got a few friends who would appreciate a girl like you. Do you think my payment could cover them?”

Nate Touching him, providing pleasure and hearing his moans is something indescribable. I had never been with a guy before, so I feel different, but in an extremely happy way. "Come on bunny!", as soon as I ask, he lets out a desperate moan and watching him explode in pleasure was delicious. I watch every detail of my boyfriend, he breathes breathlessly, and opens a satisfied smile when his gaze meets mine, I smile back. I caress his face, he opens and closes his eyes, and then stares at me.

" hang .....ah..ha..ah.Will..d-don't tease .." Cassie mewled and moaned, her knuckles white from gripping the headboard. The things Will could do with his tongue, criminal. "Oh, but honey, you're so cute when you beg." William popped his head out from under the sheet, grinning. " I love those noises you make." He was far too impressed with himself as he hurried up into the bed beside his girlfriend. As if his ego needed further boosting, turning his lover into a begging mess certainly did the job.

I tried to take a step forward but suddenly, my legs trembled, giving out as I collapsed, landing at his feet. He looked down at me like a king looking at a peasant. “Still want that pretend relationship, dying girl?” I nodded, breathless and raw. “Yes.” His eyes flickered, and he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “If you want to be mine,” he said, his voice smooth, “you’ll have to earn it.” My heart thudded. “Love is off the table,” he said, “and so is mercy.” I nodded again. He smiled slowly. “I don't do girlfriends,” he said, “I do games.” He tilted his head. “You want to play?”

But still… "You want me to believe that!?" I retorted back, I'm in no mood for playful bickerings. He sighed narrowing his eyes infinitesimally. He looked as if he is offended by my question and let out a heavy sigh. "He has brought his special alien girlfriend, dint he?” He questioned. My fingers where clenched to fists. His words cut right through me tearing my flesh up. I quickly averted my head away, so that he couldn’t see how much those words hurt me. How did he know this…