Erica's body was alive with sensation as I explored her with my hands and mouth. The heat between us grew, and soon we were fully engaged in the moment, giving in to our primal urges. As we moved together, I felt a sense of surrender, letting go of all my inhibitions and just enjoying the feeling of touching her skin, the hardened nipples.It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and I was surprised at how much I wanted her. It was more than just physical attraction; it was a deep connection that went beyond words. We moved together, our bodies becoming one, I felt a sense of completeness that I had never known before.As we lay together, spent and satisfied, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I knew that what we had shared was something special, something that went beyond just a physical connection. But at the same time, I knew that there were still many questions that needed to be answered.As I lay there, with Erica snuggled up against my chest, I wondered what the fut
I picked up my phone and went through my facebuok page. A lot of people have answered my question, that's if two persons counts as lot of people.Me: Why do people cry during sex. Ladies I mean.Emperor: Obviously, because they're enjoying the fuck. Do you want me to fuck you?Drlove: It's actually not that unusual for people to cry during sex. This can be due to a variety of reasons, including emotional and physical factors. Emotional reasons might include feeling overwhelmed by intense feelings of love or intimacy, feeling vulnerable, or feeling self-conscious about one's body or performance. Physical factors might include pain, discomfort, or fatigue. In some cases, crying during sex can be a sign of a deeper underlying issue, such as past trauma or mental health problems. Ultimately, crying during sex is not always a negative thing, and it's important to be sensitive to one's partner's feelings in these situations.Emperor: She didn't ask for an essay dude. You had better ignore D
Erica moved back to Beverly Dale to find out the fat freak she used to bully isn't the freekles boy she used to know. The braces were gone, the shyness was gone, muscles replaced the chubbiness. He is literally a hot piece of cake. The Bryan Andrews that had a serious crush on her years back now checks all the bad boy boxes. Tattoos. Check ✅. Piercings. Check. ✅ . Bluntness. Check. ✅ Dominance ✅ check. Bullying ✅ check. Fuck boy ✅ check.The dark aura around him scares her a tiny bit, what happens when Bryan makes it his mission to take his revenge on her by making her life miserable.Bryan Andrews is dark. Ruthless. Cold. And likes to be in control. Taking his revenge on the princess that ruined a major part of his life was the only thing on his bucket list, his upmost priority without backing out. ******This is the Story of Bryan Andrews. Hawk Andrews and Mary Davies son. It can be read as a stand alone. You don't have to read the first book. (Pregnant For The bully) first. Okay,
Princess Erica McKenzie I slouched my shoulders as I walked down the hallway of Beverly Dale high school, the last time I was here was when I was a kid. It has some memories I don't wish to revisit. My dad just made us move back in here because he wants to form a business partnership with Mr Hawk Andrews who used to be his brother, not blood. I sighed heavily as I reached my locker, making sure to ignore the snickering voices and taunts. I wasn't going to let anyone get to me. I was literally expecting this as a new student, but they all don't have an idea of how bitchy I can be. I have had my own share of bullying people and I won't let anyone trample on me or even try to bully me. I scoffed loudly as I slammed my locker shut. I walked towards a group of boys who are obviously in the basket ball team, their Jerseys gave them away. They were all in deep conversations and I caught a little bit of what they were discussing. "I finally had a taste of Tessa's pussy yesterday." I heard
Bryan Andrews My childhood memories flashed in my mind. Erica howling with laughter has she called me FFB, a acronym for Fat freekle boy, Erica emptying a jar full of insects into my pants. A shudder coursed through me as I remembered the unbearable pain I faced, years ago she had played havoc with my life. I spent one and the half months in the hospital, I have accepted the fact that I was going to live with the consequences of that havoc forever. Seeing her in class today only brought back the memories I have tried so much to forget. When my dad mentioned the business partnership with her dad, I knew I will be seeing much of her. I scoffed loudly as I sat on my bed. I was quite in school today which was unusual. I am the King of Beverly Dale high school, and I've been labelled a casanova by everyone in school. I don't like girls, but I love fucking them. I like pounding into their pussy and hearing them scream as I pleasure them. There is a rumour that I have fucked seventy perce
Erica McKenzie Sex. I literally just saw Bryan Andrews fucking a girl. I gasped covering my mouth. The fact that I knew he saw me watching them made me face palm. The way the girl danced and moved on his laps, with the annoying sounds she was making made it obvious she was enjoying it. I should have left immediately I saw them, but my legs became heavy. I just can't place what I felt when Bryan turned her over and got on top of her. He was totally brutal with the way he kept fucking her hard. I shuddered as the image kept replaying over and over again in my head. It will be nice to be fucked that way. No! I chided myself. That won't be happening. The whole scenario kept repeating itself again in my mind. "Are you okay?" My dad asked, I didn't realize I just zoned out. "Erica, I will be going back to Miranda. You will be staying with the Andrews till you finish senior year." "What?" I asked, not believing what my father just said. My dad was adopted by Mr Andrews mother at a very
Erica McKenzie I felt a tug on my nipples, as a wave of pleasure passed through my veins. Am I having a sex dream. I felt kind of warm, the bed seems to have gotten smaller. I could feel a wall behind my back, then the wall moved closer to me. I realized the wall wasn't an actual wall, it was something more, a body, hard and larger than mine. The warmth I was feeling was from the body behind me. I shuddered as a hand glided from my stomach to the fullness of my breasts. It cradled my breast as if weighing it, then a thumb traced slowly around my taught nipple. A languid, delicious and sweet sensation sent my head swimming. It felt so good that I didn't want it to stop. Those hands were evoking something strange in me. It was like I will fall sick if the pleasure stops. The hand slid down to my hip and over the curve of my thigh, I gasped as I felt a finger brush my clits. This can never be a sex dream, cause it felt surreal. The hand caressed my inner thighs, making sure to brush
Bryan's mother (Mary)I remember the incident that happened years ago. That incident that took away one thing from my son, that thing that's going to derive us from some certain moment's. I know the pain must be eating Bryan alive. I wish I could do something to help and change the situation. But there was nothing I could do. Only if had noticed earlier. "It's all my fault. This won't have happened if I paid more attention to him. Now, he's far away behind his mates, moving along at his own pace. Even his twin sister was in college while he's still in highschool. Bryan used to be a brilliant boy at a very young age, and all of a sudden things change and he began to find it hard to study and learn things. He repeated classes multiple times. I was scared but the doctor made me realize nothing was wrong with him. It was too late when I found out my son was actually being bullied. I can clearly remember the call I got the day he fainted in school and was taking to the hospital. No one k