Angst Prompts Novels & Stories

“Okay… maybe. But please, let’s not spend extravagantly. In fact, I don’t want to touch his card at all.” Angela waved her hand dramatically. “Oh, please—enough of that drama and good-girl attitude. You are a bad bitch! Say it!” “I… am a… bad bitch,” I replied shyly. “Say it from your heart and twerk it out from your butt. Throw it back like this!” She squatted and pushed her hips up. “I… (twerk) am… (twerk) a… (twerk) bad bitch! (twerk) Repeat after me!”

The man's mouth parted slightly as he watched her touch herself. She pinched her nipples between her fingers, gasping at the sensation. The stranger's free hand drifted down to palm himself through his boxers. The sight of him touching himself while watching her sent another flood of wetness to her already soaked panties. She let one hand slide down her stomach, over the lace of her underwear. Her fingers pressed against her clit through the fabric, making her hips jerk slightly. "Fuck," she whispered to the empty room. Her legs trembled as she continued touching herself, circling her clit through her panties.

Seeming to have trouble with her own seatbelt, Angel looked alarmed as he dropped down onto his knees before her and gripped her knees, forcing her legs apart. “If fucking you a second time is what it takes for me not to be a player, then I’d be happy to oblige,” he rumbled deep in his throat, offering her a gaze filled with desire. His fingers squeezed her knees, silently urging her to feel his sudden need to have her. His wolf instantly began to react to the way her knees squeezed against his sides, almost urging him between her legs. The beast was ready and raring to go, one step away from howling his desire for all to hear. It was a good thing they were miles up in the air and only the p

Tony kissed his shoulder blades. His neck. His mouth. “It's alright,” he murmured. “Don't think of anything else. Or anyone else,” he continued to soothe Angel. “It's just us,” Tony’s fingers now started to pump. In and out. Angel moaned. “Right here.” Slowly. “Right now.” Deliberate. Addictive. “Imagine me moving like this inside you,” he whispered. Making Angel pant. “Because I have.” “And in my filthy dreams. I did more questionable things with you.. things that I know you would hate and run away from.”

Her whole body shakes from my assault and her tits jiggle rapidly against her friends' mouths. "Oh fuck yeah!" Angie yelps as my hard cock pummels her soggy pussy. I watch Sam and Jenna tugging on her nipples with their teeth, having extracted them from their puffy areolas. Good! We're almost there. Angie is panting and hugging her friends as I again stimulate her clit while pistoning my cock in and out of her over-heated pussy.

Antonio replied coldly… Staring directly to the roads. Angela's heart raced at that statement. “I just told you it's not what you think!” She snapped anxiously. Antonio stabbed her with his green eyes. “Do you know what I think? You are horny as fuck…don't you think you should put aside your silly attitude and beg me to fuck you good?” Angela swallowed hard, she felt her cunt arching even as if it reacted to that statement. Ask him to fuck me? That will never happen, I won't let it happen, but my body is really weird… I really need to be fucked.

Our eyes locked, intense, hot, and lusty. “This time I won’t give you pleasure, darling. You’ll only get pain. I’ll fuck you out of anger. It’s called anger bang.” I shivered. “Are you ready?” He asked. I nodded. “Strip off your clothes!” He growled. ********

I whined rolling my eyes at him as I walked past him, swaying my backside. I'm pretty sure the idiot have a crush on my pussy but he dare not pull his cock unless he want it to be chopped off by done Russian dogs. My name is Angela, Angela Trump. I have no idea about my parents. I was only shown the video of my father sprawling in his pool of blood with splattered brain. I vowed upon watching the video that I'd be the one to pull the fucking trigger on the motherfucker that killed my parents. A sigh eluded my lips as I stopped in front of the door where I'm gonna be pound and grind. Leg raises up, hands tied behind my back, vibrator machine and a lot of all kind. I knocked at the door. "Come

"Wait,what did you just say? You mean James St Patrick is the man that you smashed his Lamborghini yesterday?" "You are in alot of danger,girl!" Paz yelled as she nervously walked up and down in the living room "To be clear,I did not wreck his car ,I am not afraid since it is simply scratched. It is the way he looks at me that scares me." Says Angela as she bites on her lower lip and fiddle with her fingers "Can you tell me hoq he looks at you?" Paz asked

I use a cane to support myself now. The way he looks at me makes me uncomfortable. It's like he recognizes me. - You are an alpha? – he asks, frowning. - I was one, long time ago, now I'm just an old man. I see the turbines turning in Angel's head. I had to act fast. - What is your name?- he asks, and I sigh. I want to do this away from here, but he has already identified me. - My name is Jack. Angel gets up as if he had springs in the ass, and pointing his finger at me, he says: