Belly Riding Story Novels & Stories

I slid down the tree, feeling my ribs crack and my neck twist from the whiplash of hitting the tree. Cole yelled my name; I responded through our mind-link, “Hold your ground. I will be right there,” I noted, as Belle quickly worked to fix me. I could feel my ribs mending, and the tension in my neck was loosening up. I slowly stood, as Belle continued to work on my insides.

Bella pov I started moving, riding him with deep, rolling motions. Every time I sank down, he hit that perfect spot inside me. I braced my hands on his chest and rode him harder, faster, chasing the pleasure I had been craving for months. Caleb’s eyes stayed locked on mine, dark with lust and love. “That’s it, baby. Take what you need.” I rode him until my thighs burned and my breathing turned ragged. He reached between us and rubbed my clit with his thumb, pushing me closer to the edge.

"As long as my customer is not the Princess Peach, I'm the best employee you can get." Karmen dropped three omelets during breakfast alone. The last, which landed on a bald guy's shirt, came while I was on a transcontinental phone call from Celie. "What was that noise? I know that noise! No! Don't tell me! It was a breaking dishes noise!" "Jet-skiing? Wow, Celie, you're on fiyaaah!" "When they untie me, Miss. Kononovich, you better watch out for yourself!"

A tiny voice echoed behind my ears, sending a tingling of excitement straight into my system. I closed my eyes, freeing my spirit. I was connecting with the universe. I was going to track down this moron. I'm a witch! I still have some of his blood in my satchel. I see through his memories, he just left the house. He was with a lady whose stomach was protruding. He had kissed her goodbye and rubbed his palms carefully on the protruded stomach whispering some words while she giggled and laughed hysterically non-stop. She moved her face close to his, staring into his eye with her eyes which were filled with butterflies of love.

I could hear the squishy sound of her cream on me. Arabella moaned too. “You seemed to have grown bigger” I laughed. She felt the rumble inside of her. “I could grow into a giant if you would be too” I responded. I grabbed both of her legs and brought them closer to me. I started to thrust even deeper, making sure I slapped my balls on her meat. I stretched her legs enough to let myself all in while I roughly rode on her. Arabella began to cry even more. The rhythm seemed too intense for her.

"However, the snake was uncooperative, so I threatened to feed it to a fish. Then, it became obedient and listened to me. The snake couldn't hatch the egg, though, as it was cold-blooded." As Belle recalled her happy memories, she became a chatterbox, telling stories one after another. Grayson watched her happily as she talked and shared her stories. When one topic ended, he would ask another question, and she would continue to narrate her stories with enthusiasm. Belle had a massive grin on her face, and her laughter echoed through the space. They walked together on the mountain trail, chatting and laughing. Most of the time, it was Belle doing the talking while Grayson listened.

I shriek and leap out of his lap. Or I try to, I trip over my own feet and get caught by Bellamy’s hand in the edge of my top. Bellamy tries to catch me but we both end up overbalancing and the chair tips over. We both land hard, sprawled on the floor. Bellamy manages to slip a hand behind my head as we fall so at least I don’t break my skull. Bellamy groans as I sit up and I realise I landed hard elbowing him in the stomach. I jump up.

My belly stuck out round and obvious under the cropped top. The “studio” was a fancy private house with a big open room full of mats. When we walked in there were about fifteen men already there, all rich, all older, all stroking their cocks openly while they waited. No real yoga. This was just an excuse to fuck pregnant sluts in front of each other. The instructor, a tall muscular guy named Jax, grinned when he saw my belly. “Victor’s daughter, right? Damn, that pregnancy looks good on you. Let’s start with some stretches.”

LANA He pulled me by the waist and lay on his back. I straddled him, burying myself in him. Feeling his hard dick beneath me, I threw my head back, gasping, as beads of sweat gathered on my face and body. He reached out, grabbing my breast, and said, “Ride me, baby.” That was all I needed to start rocking my waist on him. I placed my hands on his shoulders and bounced up and down. “Yes, you’re so sweet, baby,” I cried out, enjoying the intense feeling of riding him.

My blood rushed south, my body betraying me. “Lie down,” he said. The belt snapped again and I obeyed. The mattress dipped under my weight as I stretched out on my belly, chest heaving, arms at my sides. My skin prickled. “Face the other side,” he whispered and I did as he asked. For a moment, nothing happened. Then the belt finally landed. The strike wasn’t vicious at first, just sharp enough to snap through the silence. A sting bloomed across my back, skin prickling hot, and I arched into it with a groan I didn’t recognize as my own.