Belly Riding Story Novels & Stories

He raises up until he's got just the tip inside, and drives it all back in, impaling himself. He does that again and again, savoring the pleasured caress of all eight inches. He was going at it long and hard, with his ass slapping over my lap. I groaned, "Ride it...fuck yea...ride it...ride all that cock!" With his big, juicy dick bobbing with fuck bounce, Marty was riding the hell out of my dick...I found myself thinking how Marty's cowboy ride would undoubtedly top Heidi's big tits.

They shift and join him, prancing and running around, and I can’t help the swell in my chest. I could have that someday. We find a spot to settle in and wait. Roman and I start talking about his life in Zabella. He doesn’t have many fond memories, but hearing stories about another world is fascinating. Benny is about to tell us a story about little Roman when I start to feel… something. “R-Roman… I… s-something’s… ahhhh!” He scrambles from where he’s sitting and kneels beside me where I’ve fallen to the ground.

I told her and scooped my arms beneath her legs, spreading them out to the sides until my elbows hooked under her knees. This time, when I pulled back and thrust in, I felt that little bump at the end, and Belle's eyes fluttered as she cooed, "Oooh, yeah... That was it. Do it again." So I did. Again and again and again. "Ungh, ungh, ungh," Belle started groaning every time I hit that spot. "Hmph, hmph, hmph," I was grunting every time I put that much extra energy into my thrusts.

During the few minutes of the ride, all I did was hold on tightly to him, not minding my breasts that were pressed against his back. During the few minutes of the ride, I kept praying to God that my time wouldn't end yet, that I would stay alive, that I wasn't ready to be with St. Peter yet. During the few minutes of the ride, I pinched his side several times, hoping that he would stop or at least slow down, but he didn't budge. Instead, he sped up even more, seeming to enjoy it, while I was like a gecko clinging on to him for dear life. I was barely hanging on and felt like I was going to faint.

I raise my glass, “to us. As I drink my whiskey, my eyes burn, and it has nothing to do with the whiskey sliding down my throat. I'm just shocked by the fact that there's an us . Me and Creighton Karas. My husband. I squeeze my eyes shut and swat the slinking tears back before they can run down my face. “Let's do this.” I shake my head and walk toward the mechanical bull. A girl is riding him, her riding costume of a black pencil skirt and jacket thrown to her side, her breasts bouncing against her white shirt and tightening with each turn and bump of the bull. She stays a few seconds before sliding out onto the mats. Apparently someone wasn't ready for the workday to be so furious.

Hades looks intentionally towards Jackson, who begins to lie down automatically, his head nodding at me. Of course. He was waiting for me. Slowly and carefully, I swing one leg over Jackson’s back, biting the inside of my lip as my sore muscles protested. I positioned myself at the front, body leaning forward as I kept my arms gently wrapped around his neck. I imagine that riding on him is no different to riding a horse, although if I were honest, I had no experience with either. He stands, my body quickly adjusting to keep myself from falling. He glances over his shoulder at me, his eyes scanning me up and down before appearing satisfied I wasn’t about to fall.

“If you tell me one more time that semen softens the cervix, I’m going to put that on your tombstone.” Naomi cackled. “I want that on a T‑shirt.” Bella appeared with a tray, the saint. “Feet up,” she said firmly. “Back supported. Tea in hand. Snack within reach.” “I’m not an invalid,” I protested, even as I let her prop me with precisely‑placed cushions. “You’re a very pregnant hybrid whose center of gravity is actively migrating,” she said. “Humor me.” I took the tea. The pup did a slow, rolling stretch, pushing somewhere under my ribs and lower back simultaneously. My breath left me in a hiss.

He instructed as he pulled down his shorts and underwear. "Actually, for the style, you have to get on the bed first and lay on your back." That hit him hard and he didn't even realize it when he turned around. "Are you going to ride me?" He asked, amused. "Gisele said it's called cowgirl and it's like riding a mechanical bull except I'll have your dick in me which I could be able to feel in my throat if it's that big." My eyes widened in shock and she chuckled. "I… yeah, she might have exaggerated a bit."

His member lined up to be just above my belly button and I shuddered in anticipation. "It's been what? For years now? I'll go slow I know this isn't your first rodeo..." he chuckled, "...but you're not the first rider either" I remembered the girl he broke up with. It was actually pretty recent and all they ever did was fuck. Which made him dump her... which of course made her start rumors. All of which I shut down very quickly, I don't play that shit, bullies fucking suck. "Then I'm in good hands..." I smirked, Trey lined himself up and then made full eye contact as he pushed himself in. I gasped and winced in pain, The pain was immediately replaced by pleasure as he stayed pushed in.

Belly said with a pout on her lips. The truth is, every time Belly came near me, my wolf growled in annoyance, but I just blocked it out and lost myself in how sexy she used to dress, always in miniskirts and tops that highlighted her huge, round breasts. “No, we haven't found her,” I said, shaking my head. Belly looked me in the eyes and moved closer to me, placing her hands on my chest. “I feel like it's all Tyron and his friends' fault. They should never have mistreated her... She was just a weak wolf and...” Billy said in her soft voice.