6 Of Cups Feelings Novels & Stories

Arson POV. "Fuck" I swear internally as i felt the heat from the cup almost burn my hands, the girls before the bar table were still giggling excitedly, unaware of the passed danger i was in, i professionally mixed different variety of hot drinks, with my hands running round different glasses.

It was different, ethereal. Not long after, I could feel a powerful yet funny and warm feeling rising inside my abdomen, my walls around his dick constricting. I felt like a volcano was about to erupt inside me. A pleasurable heat wave crashed me and butterflies were churning my stomach. The urge for a release was unbearable.

I simultaneously become the kept man of three powerful, high-ranking women. The first is the aloof Grand Tutor, Misty Standish. Her heart belongs solely to her childhood sweetheart, the son of the chancellor's legal wife. The second is the rakish Marchioness, Sienna Fairfax. She flutters her fan and chuckles. "We both get what we want. There's no need to complicate business with feelings." The third is the all-powerful Princess Royal, Christina Livingstone. "Know your place. My consort will only ever be a nobleman," she coldly warns me. Everything changes when I save up enough money and return to my hometown to marry my childhood sweetheart and fiancee, Claire Mortimer. Ms. Standish l

he ordered with a strained voice. The scent hit me hard, prickling all the nerves inside me and all my senses were shocked awake. I pulled the cup closer and wrapped my lips tighter around the straw. I pulled deeply, cherishing the taste on my tongue as it slid down my throat. I heard myself purr unbelievably intoxicated by the new taste in my mouth. I forgot everything around me, the only thing I could concentrate on was the pleasure it gave me. When the cup was empty, Ash held another cup to my lips, after the third cup I felt full but not satisfied.

Suddenly I feel like a fool caught in my own surprise. I feel my body freezing and my legs glued to the ground. My lungs refuse to take in air fast enough as my chest tightens, my stomach twists in dread as my hands tremble at my sides still gripping my bag as I try to comprehend what am seeing. I hate that after six years I still don’t know how to feel around him, this is what he does to me. Six years of contract, routine, distance… and yet here I am, feeling like a teenager caught staring at someone she can’t have.

His rejection and heartlessness left me devastated. As I mulled over these rebellious thoughts, I felt a sharp pain in my palms. I realised I had crushed the steel cup I was holding into an unrecognisable lump. My anger and distress threatened to consume me. I tossed the destroyed cup out of the open window and its loud clanging sound as it hit the ground below gave me a twisted sense of satisfaction.

"Just know that we're here for you, no matter what you feel about your wolf side." "Thank you. It means a lot to me." I looked down at my hands, chewing on my inner cheek, wanting to ask something. "And when we say we're for you that starts now, Muffin," Kallum said, probably sensing my emotion. I bit my lip as I contemplated my next question, feeling my cheeks growing hot. "I...Is it normal to always feel this way?" "Feel what?" they asked in unison. "Feel horny all the time. You smell so good. I could feel something pulling me just seeing your eyes like I want to jump at you, feel your touch, your lips, your skin. I feel like I want to...make love...all the time..."

It was hard once again as if I had never been released. " Cupcake, can you feel how hard I'm for you? " I nuzzled my nose against her messy hair and the crook of her neck, and she squirmed. I wanted her reply and earned only a tiny nod. So cute. I almost chuckled. " I can feel how wet you're. " I felt our hearts were beating in sync, loudly and rapidly. I took in her baked cake scent and I felt like home. My tip of mushroom caressed over her clit. I groaned when my tip immediately soaked with her cum. " Take me, Cupcake. Let me feel you filling up with my seeds. " I let out another groan but bit my bottom lip when something soft touched the base of the cock. She gingerly held me, not knowing

I’m not supposed to be enjoying this— But it’s June. I see June’s hand on it. I stroke again, a little rougher now, driven by urgency. My teeth sink into my lip as I increase the speed. Squelch. Squelch. I keep going and going and going, every stroke carrying its own emotion — grief, want, guilt, need. I feel her tongue in my mind, warm and slow, pulling me deeper, swallowing me whole. Oh… fuck. This shouldn’t feel— God, this feels so good.

“I took him by surprise. He wasn’t expecting me to do something like that. Without his hate... he lost his nerve, I guess.” Some god he was. “And what about you? Didn’t you have any side effects?” “Yes. I felt like I was about to explode.” “Right, like you were constipated.” “No! Not like that. I was dizzy and sweating — don’t say it! — and I tried to give them their emotions back, only Joshaya wasn’t there, which made it tricky. I reached out and we were all connected. All six of us. Well, all five of us were connected to each other, and I was connected to you.”