Monkey Pants Novels & Stories

The minute the scent of her arousal hit him, Cullen felt his wolf surge like nothing he'd ever experienced. No battle or woman before now had ever summoned his spirit like this. He wanted her and there was nothing else in the world right at that moment. Just this enigmatic female standing proudly in front of him, challenging him, and drawing him in. He still couldn't place her scent. It wasn't lycan, was it? But it wasn't completely human either. Could he even be drawn like this to something that was neither human or lycan? Was she fey? Maybe a druid? But he thought he knew those scents as well. Cullen felt his wolf taking too much control. He forced himself to pull his hand away from her and step back. It wasn't until he wrenched himself back into the moment that he realized his eyes had shifted. She was just standing there staring. He could smell her arousal, hear her breathing, he could almost feel her heart beat thudding in time with his own. When he felt the stirring in his pants he knew that things had gone way too far. His brain was screaming, You don't even know what she is! But his heart, soul, and wolf were insisting, Take her. **** This book also contains a compilation of steamy and erotic werewolf stories that you will love. You can be sure of getting the best collection of werewolf erotica here.

WARNING: //MATURE CONTENT. CONTAINS STEAMY, EROTIC AND EXPLICIT SEXUAL THEMES INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCE (18+). READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. . "Spread your legs for me, sunshine." He ordered and I immediately obliged, my dripping cunt arched to meet his thrusting fingers. "After today," he groaned, placing his dick at the entrance of my cunt. "I don't want anyone fucking you. Only I am allowed to fuck you Nevaeh." "Your body, your pussy belongs to me and no one else. Do you understand?" He said and thrusted deeper into my wet cunt. *** Twenty-two years Nevaeh gets herself caught up in a lifetime sex encounter, when she accidentally bargains to give her professor, who happens to be her best-friend's father, a blow job in exchange for her grades. Since then, she is hooked and can’t stop thinking about the man that made her cum in her pants just by watching him groan in pleasure under her touch. Anthony Martinez, a substitute professor, billionaire and perfect description of a sex symbol, who suffers from a medical condition where he can’t feel the touch of people, for the first time experiences all these feelings come alive when Nevaeh touches him for the first time. Now, he wants her. He needs her desperately and will do everything to keep her hands closer to him even if it means damming the consequences and going down the path of the forbidden to make her his exclusive plaything.

"Your punishment. Shall we?," Matteo asked, this time moving towards me. He stepped closer and ripped open my half-buttoned shirt. "If other men can have you," he added quietly, "Why can't I?" I froze. "You—" "You have two choices," Matteo said, undoing his cufflinks and pushing me back toward the bed. “Choose wisely.” "One: take your pants off. Let me see what you used on my brother." "Two: I call Alessandro and have him come watch what I do to you." "You're insane," I snapped. "Does your brother know you're a fucking pervert?" "He doesn't need to," Matteo said, his hand settling on my belt. "He only needs to know you betrayed him." He said as my buckle clicked open. "And now, La mia bambola ( My Doll).” Matteo continued softly, "You're about to learn what consequences really mean." Betrayed by his fiancee two days to their wedding, Alessandro spirals and falls into the hands of a play boy--Luca Mariani. Matteo Rossi, Alessandro's brother looks into Luca and finds a full file of his promiscuous nature, seven men in two months. He warns Luca to flee from his brother but Luca has no intention of doing so. What happens when luca finds out that the so called overprotective brother is the feared head of the Italian mafia. And worst still finds him in bed with another man. Let's find out!!

BOOK #2 MARINOS' MAYHEM SERIES A large, strong hand grabbed Jayce by the neck, slamming him face-first into the wall. A weight pressed against his back, pinning him in place, while a thick cock pressed against his ass. A thick, husky voice groaned into his ear. "You have three seconds to decide: be mine, or die with them?" "Please, please don't make me choose," Jayce pleaded, feeling his life flash before his eyes. "One. Two..." Jayce gritted his teeth when he felt a hand pulling his pants down, leaving his ass bare. "I can't be with you, Renato," he yelled, fighting for dominance. "My duty is to bring you down, not to fall for you." Renato grinned, biting down on his ear. "Nothing ever stops me from getting what I want, Sweetcheeks. So, what's it going to be?" * •—• * What do you get when you mix work, pleasure, and affection together? Jayce Beckett, desperately in need of the bonus pay to fund his nephew's surgery, took over an undercover task to bring down the most dangerous mafia organization in New York City. The task seemed easy, or so he thought. What would he do when his cover got blown and the only way to survive was to date the mafia boss who had eyes for him? He either had to fall in love or get buried by Renato Marino, the infamous mafia boss who was known for not giving anyone a second chance.

After always doing the right thing and setting the proper example for her sisters, Elena  has now decided that enough is enough and has ended her relationship with her cheating fiancé. After confronting Ramsey at the airport as he was travelling  with Catalina, his personal assistant, she informed him that the relationship is no longer going to work. She wakes up not remembering the night before or why she is in her pants in a strange man's bed with no memories of the night before. Ramsey, of course, believes that she would simply fall back in line, but this time she is not. After a brief journey to San Luis, she wakes up not remembering the night before. In the instance of Elena, it was a matter of crawling away from the situation, but it appears like running away is the best alternative. The events that take place after that are a fast-paced, action-packed adventure, as well as the learning of a mysterious and accidental  marriage. It was not Justine’s intention to fall in love; the only thing that mattered to him was locating the girl he considered to be his younger sister, Thessy, and putting his aunt's mind at ease. Elena was not someone he had any intention of crossing paths with. After witnessing her humiliating descent from his penthouse apartment and coming to the realisation that he had been drugged, he was under the impression that she was working with the individual whom he considers to be responsible for Thessy's disappearance. However, as snippets from the previous night gradually manifest themselves and a marriage certificate is brought to light, he finds himself with a wife he never anticipated, and he finds himself suddenly experiencing feelings and love for her.

In my previous life, I had married Luca Corleone, the most handsome Underboss in Cisilia. Everyone was envious of me. They all claimed that I became one of the most noble women in the country. My twin sister, Lia Rossi, went mad with jealousy. She pushed me down the stairs afterward. When I was at my weakest point due to a miscarriage, she used a pillow to smother me to death. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day the family meeting on the upcoming marriage alliance is held. Upon returning to the lounge, I witness Lia straddling Luca, clearly engaging in physical intimacy with him. Her legs are spread widely as her body rocks with every powerful thrust. "You came far too late, Elvira." Lia pants heavily while shooting me a smug look. "I'm the woman Luca loves now. See, we're even coupling with each other. In this lifetime, I shall be the one marrying him!" Everyone looks at me, waiting for me to back off from this relationship while suffering from a mental breakdown. But I just chuckle in return. Oh, my dear Lia… All she knows is that Luca is young, handsome, and insanely wealthy. But what she doesn't know is that he has a secret room tucked away in his bedroom that's completely filled with toys and tools meant to torture women. At the same time, he also plans to share her with the rest of his subordinates.

My lips trailed his soft cheeks to his ears and I bit softly on his lobe while my hand moved to the back of his dark tendrils. My fingers ran through them, giving a slight tug and they were just as soft as I imagined.  My free hand trailed down his grey jeans, stopping at his crotch and I placed a soft grip, earning a moan. "What was it you said again?" I rubbed him through the fabric, his cock turning harder. My face remained nonchalant like wasn't openly groping and caressing his cock.  "I think they went around the lines of not being attracted to me." I let out a chuckle at the irony. "I never said that," he voiced between a whimper and a groan With one hot breath, I mumbled easing into his lips, "but you thought it. Insinuated it."  His hand crept up my neck as he pulled me closer, leaving no space between us. "Never," he growled. The kiss was rough and wild, expressing the attraction we had bottled up. It was only a matter of time till it exploded, leaving us with raging hormones and unsatisfied, throbbing, and aching bodies. My hands slipped into in his pants as I rubbed his hard cock, getting moans of pleasure from him as I gave soft strokes. I was ultimately immersed in the kiss that I didn't realize he had gained back control. He pushed me harshly, his hand moving over his cherry-stained lips as he gave a swift wipe. All he said was one word. One word that meant absolutely nothing to me but coming from him, shattered me. "Slut."

When I'm washing Julian White's pants, I pull out a management fee invoice from one of the pockets. Surprisingly enough, the address is the unit on the floor above my apartment. The thing is, Julian's name is put down as the apartment owner. As I clutch the invoice, I feel my blood turning into ice. Suddenly, I recall the way Julian kept telling me he had overtime shifts to pull over the past six months. Because of that, he often came home past midnight. There were a few times when I realized that his car was still parked in its designated parking slot of the apartment block despite the fact that he had already "gone out". When I asked Julian for the reason, he answered, "The gas prices are very high right now. Taking the subway is more convenient, not to mention I get to save more money for our family's expenses." I used to feel happy about the fact that Julian cared so much about our family. But now, I finally realize that his so-called overtime shifts are just excuses for him to spend time in the unit upstairs. At that moment, I hear the sounds of a key being inserted into the front door's lock. Julian is home. When he notices the invoice in my hand, he takes it from me casually. "Maybe the staff placed it in the wrong mailbox." I nod with a smile. "It's nothing. I'm going to take out the trash first." After leaving the apartment, I head upstairs right away. Once I knock on the door, the woman who came to open the door for me is heavily pregnant. It seems that she's about to give birth.

She was his first light. He became her greatest shadow. She babysat him. And he fell in love. Years ago, 19 years old Olivia Wilde left behind a child, who loved her in silence, now she works for the man he's become. Fabian Stone is young, ruthless, unreadable and far too powerful. But buried beneath the cold exterior, is the same soul that once sketched her heart on torn paper and whispered promises he never got to keep. She shouldn't want him. He shouldn't still burn for her. But the past doesn't forget, and neither does he. ~~~ "Strip Olivia" he said, his voice dripping of command. I immediately obeyed, like I was programmed to follow all his instructions. My hand reached for my top and I slowly took it off staring him in the eyes. Next was my pants, then my bra, my breasts spilling from their confinement and I rubbed them, playing with my already hard nipples. His eyes were clouded with lust and something else I couldn't read. My hand reach for my panties, slowly taking it off, then tossing it where my other pile of clothing laid. I sat on the desk, legs spread, giving him a show of my already wet cunt. I heard him groan, a hot and sexy groan and I smirked, already proud of myself. I fingered myself, imagining it to be his long, thick hands, I close my eyes, reeling in the moment when his voice dripping command boomed, "Don't cum without me telling you to"

Nicole thought that her life would be easy now after she left behind all the memories of an awful night, but an unexpected tribulation led to her moving into a new city, trying to forget the inexplicable incident that happened to her. Little did she know that she could never escape from it because the devil would always find her, no matter how hard she tried to get away from him. He was meant to be her medicine, but he turned out to be poisonous. I hear his hoarse voice bringing me back from the daze as he growls in between the kisses. "You have no idea how dangerous it can be..." He says with his lips going down to the area just above my breast, he sucks in desperately, squeezing my ass gently, making me whimper in bliss. I cling to his shirt, trying to hold my body from collapsing. "Careful...You are messing with the devil, Cole." He doesn't let me breathe for a minute as he starts attacking me with his open-mouthed kisses back. Rapture succumbs to me as I feel his lips again on my neck, traveling higher. I breathe heavily, unable to maintain my composure while being acquainted with this unfamiliar sensation. His lips reach my ear as he gently nibbles my earlobe. "You know why people call me the devil?" His breath fanned over my ear. "It's not because I am a sinner." His harsh breath comes out of his pants, showing me how equally affected he is as he continues. "It's because I am capable of making innocent people commit sins."