20 Day Oc Challenge Novels & Stories

The warmth on him combined with the cold on the skin of his hips and belly felt incredible. Tony continued to thrust away into Dillon in seventy-five second intervals. He would time it on his phone. Since Dillon 'still' continued to challenge him with that damn 'smirk', he was only allowed ten to fifteen second breaks. Tony started the stopwatch while he held Dillon's head down with his forearm. His phone read almost eight o'clock. They had been at it for almost a half hour and the kid had challenged him the whole time! Man, those eyes were no joke! Tony started to get close as he pulled Dillon off again. He wanted to finish deep in him so he gave him a good thirty seconds to breathe while T

Molly tried to say before Caroline interrupted her. " But what? What else could be more daunting than carrying a child? " Caroline scoffed in disbelief. " What I was going to say was that you'd need to have some form of intimacy with the Duke in the days before and during your ovulation. " Molly looked at Caroline, expecting a reaction from her. " I see. Then if I am to conceive immediately, I have to be precise about my dates." Her mouth curved into a smile. ***

A husky chuckle ripped through his chest as she murmured. "What can I do! You are just way too intoxicating to resist. And believe me, I almost went insane without you." He groaned and Ophelia rocked her hip against his body. Creating friction for his cock pressed against her ass and drawing some pleasure from his finger. "I was only gone for three days," Ophelia said as she continued to grind herself against him. Onyx groaned and thrust two fingers inside her pussy, grabbing her crotch and he pushed her upper body against the cold tile wall halting her movement. Ophelia's moan echoed against the bathroom wall as his other hand grasped the back of her neck and leaned forward towards her ears

“Oh, so you’ve gotten bold? You refuse your wifely duties and still complain about your husband? Tell me the truth, have you been seeing someone else?” “No! That really tickles—hahaha—stop it! Who would I be seeing? Don’t talk nonsense…” “If you’re faithful, why won’t you let me touch you?” “It’s not that… it’s just… I saw this thing from an OB-GYN saying that if you’re trying for a baby, you can’t be totally excessive. “The ideal is every two or three days. Then it’s the healthiest. But you—morning and night—you don’t even give anything time to mature properly!”

After so long without relief, it felt amazing having a huge cock ready to fuck my brains out whenever I wanted, and though I was trying to get pregnant it felt more and more like I was just wanted to get fucked by my father. After a week and a half of this routine, we were asked to take a day trip with the Don to spend time with him before he had to leave for a month for business. Unfortunately, this was one of the days I was ovulating, and we would be busy all day, leaving almost no chances for us to try and conceive. I got dressed in a thin, flowing sun dress and skipped the bra and panties, realizing we were just traveling to a vineyard of Aldo's.

I came around him with tears in my eyes, the emotional release as powerful as the physical one. The final two days were the most intense. On day twenty-nine they pushed my limits further than ever before. Multiple rounds of edging stretched for hours. They used toys, their mouths, their bodies, denying me until I was a trembling, begging mess. When they finally let me come, it was together—Viktor inside me, Elias in my mouth, Theo’s hands everywhere. The orgasm felt endless, wave after wave until I could barely breathe. They held me through it, anchoring me with their presence. That night, after I had recovered enough to speak, we sat together in the large bath Viktor had drawn. Steam rose a

"Now, since you're eager for a child, I pinpointed the best baby-making time for you. Mark your calendar for the twenty-eighth—that's in five days. Your magic window is between eight at night to midnight. Hold off on any action until then to make sure those swimmers are in top shape. "When the time comes, go for it more than once if you can, and stick to the classic missionary—it's your golden ticket for conception. After you finish the deed, you shouldn't jump straight into the shower, miss. Instead, prop a pillow under her hips to give those little guys a chance to settle in for at least fifteen minutes. Trust me, it could make all the difference."

Demanding completion. "How long?" she asked. "Forty-eight hours. Maybe less. Maybe..." Dr. Chen checked her readings again. "Actually, based on these hormone levels, I'd say twenty-four hours. You need to prepare. Now." They moved Anya to a separate room. Reinforced. Soundproofed. The kind of room packs used for omegas in heat. When the need became too overwhelming. When instinct overrode thought. "I don't want this," Anya said. Sitting on the bed. "Not now. Not like this."

A very handsome man like this doesn't do commitments. I was about to decline him and find Ivy when his soft lips landed on mine. My eyes widened. I was about to push him when he stopped both of my hands with only his left hand! A very strong man like him can crush me if he wanted to. His soft and tender lips grazed my lips. I tried to push him and shout but he made that opportunity to enter my mouth. His tongue met mine and tasted me. I was so shocked but the heat on my body intensified so much. The graze of his tongue on my mouth made me moan softly.