Your Boyfriend X Reader Novels & Stories

After giving up on research, I had every intention of enjoying a romance novel in the library for the rest of the day, but when Xavier came in the library looking for me, I knew from the look on his face that he had other plans. He had reached out his hand requesting to read the page I was on. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I was reading a particularly spicy scene. My flushed face gave everything away. Xavier’s nostrils flared as he finished reading the page I was on. In the book the main characters were fucking on the floor of the library when another male character joined them. They filled two of her holes and plowed into her in the middle of the stacks. “I can smell

“Oh, hi, Xander,” I said, holding Seth’s hand a bit tighter. “Fancy seeing you here.” “That hand.” Xander ignored my greeting as he gestured to my hand in Seth’s. “That hand…” “What hand?” I pretended to be oblivious. “Anyway, Seth, do you remember Xander?” I turned to look up at Seth. He was a very bad actor, staring at me with a blank expression. “He’s the next Alpha of Silver Moon. Xander, this is my boyfriend, Seth.”

The view was so beautiful that it had me gasping in surprise. "Wow you did this all for me? It's so pretty thank you! I love you so much." I hugged him tightly as he reversed the hug. We pulled away and he pulled out a seat for me. I was smiling brightly all the time. These days with Xavier had been the best days of my life. I am so lucky to have Xavier as my boyfriend. He is handsome, hot, with sculptured body. Hiss tall height and messy hair just a add on on his beauty. Those grey eyes that stare at me with adoration make me want to drown my self in them.

He obviously had a destination in mind, so where exactly was he taking me? According to the general development of the novel, usually this kind of time, the boyfriend jealous, will carry his girlfriend to bed, no matter what misunderstanding and quarrel, first fuck afterwards. However, I always feel that things are not so simple. Xavier is not an ordinary man, with a personality like his, he is likely to... First tie me up, then blindfold me, then hold me down on the table, relentlessly force me to recite and recite the Sin Pack code a hundred times with expression.

Maybe. Josh pushes himself up from the floor. I bite my lip, aware of him walking towards the bookshelves but still too stuck in my head to do anything. "Yes!" I spin around, seeing Josh grab a book off the shelf. "Oh! And this one for sure! Mmmm maybe this one, Xavier seems like he could be the kinky type." Kinky? He comes back over to me, handing me three books. "I think these will give you a better reference." I raise a brow, hesitantly taking them from him. "These two," he taps on two of them, "are realistic and sweet. Reminds me of you two. This one," he taps the third, a devious smile growing on his face, "is what I bet Xavier is like in bed."

My thighs trembled. “This is insane… I have a boyfriend,” I protested weakly, but my voice cracked. “Boyfriend?” He laughed low, his free hand sliding to my waist, fingers digging into my soft flesh. “That loser couldn’t make you cum if his life depended on it. I can smell how wet you are already, baby. That greedy little pussy is weeping for a real man. Imagine my thick cock splitting you open, hitting spots Jake’s never even dreamed of. You’ll be screaming, creaming, squirting all over me while I ruin you for anyone else.”

Xander asked as if he was rubbing salt on my mood after ruining my appetite. "Can you let go of me and stop bothering me? When did you start to care about whether I ate or not?" I snapped at Xander irritated. He ignored me and his eyes glanced at the floor to catch the sight of the book the floor. "Bambi and the devil. That's interesting so you are into dark romance." Xander read out the book title as he pinned me against the shelves. "I am not into dark romance. Why are you here and not with your precious lover?" I hissed at him not liking how close we were. His eyes had a fleeting emotion I could not read that quickly disappeared.

He hasn’t seen anything yet. This should be classified as torture. I’m strapped down on the spank bench in the club room, arms, legs, torso pinned so tight against the leather I can barely twitch. No escape, no slack. The wand hums relentlessly on my clit, strapped tight between me and the bench, buzzing. My thighs tremble uselessly, my body already wound too tight, and it feels like the damn thing is fusing to me. This is what happens when your boyfriend is your number one subscriber. Xavier told me he had ideas for my stream, said it with that grin that made me forget the filth he’s capable of. Turns out his idea of fun is borderline criminal.

“Just some hookup? A convenient fuck buddy all these years?” I inhaled deeply, unable to answer. He brushed my hair aside. His lips grazed the side of my neck. “I’ve told you before,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. “You can’t have a boyfriend, Chris. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine. And you’ll never belong to anyone else.” Goosebumps danced across my skin. Because the truth was—Hunter was my boyfriend. He was my addiction. My downfall. My boyfriend. No one knew. And no one could ever know.