Belly Trample Novels & Stories

and then I wobble on my flat Sneakers. Who trips on fucking Sneakers you might ask? Me. Stupid me. Only me. With a squeal of dismay, I and my bag fall backward onto the concrete floor, landing with a THUMP. I yelp as I hit the floor hard, very hard, then yelp again out of pure rage. I stare straight up into the sun, with my butt possibly broken, and realize I'm sprawling into an ungainly position, with my short skirt stretched tight across my upper thighs, my knees pressed together, my shirt over my stomach, and my feet splayed.

"And I'm not going anywhere. I promise." Cora nods against me, still clinging to me. "Aww, isn't that the cutest hug I've ever seen?" Bellamy drawls from the door and Cora glares at him before she gently lowers me to the floor. "What? I'm just saying. You practically lifted her off the floor. And that's a massive feat," he goes on to say and I grab a throw pillow, hurling it square in his face. "Shut it, Belly!" I snap.

What if a hit you in the wrong place? - I am no doctor Belle but if the blow is sort of in my groin maybe it will be all fine. There is the only place Sarah might think you hit me in the belly because I will couch immediately. I will not take in all your hit. It will be just on the surface. - That means you have to be very careful when I am about to hit you. - I promise I will. Now prepare yourself, I have a feeling Sarah will come and she will not have time to do such things.

Luna staggered to her feet, grabbing a fistful of my hair and slamming my head against the wall. A wave of searing pain hit me, nearly knocking me out. My vision blurred, but instinct took over as I gripped her wrist tightly. I lifted my head, exposing my collarbone. I deliberately curled my lips into a mocking smile and sneered. "If York finds out you came here to throw a tantrum, he won't let it slide. Locking me up was his way of protecting me. A man like him, broadcasting to the world that you're his girlfriend—do you really think that's a blessing?"

The stretching inside and the friction outside were driving her to the edge. "Mmm-ph! Ohhh... yes! Right there... mmm-nnn-gh! Tim! Please... oh god!" Tracie was sobbing now, her moans becoming loud and jagged. Her hips were moving on their own, bucking back against him, begging for more of the heavy impact.

Outside, the rain was pouring heavily. The cold night air hit them immediately. Bella stood frozen, trying to process what had just happened. The shame burned inside her chest. But before she could steady herself, her heel slipped on the wet ground. “Ah !” She tripped over her own shoe and fell straight into a muddy puddle created by the rain. Water splashed everywhere, soaking her dress completely. For a moment, she sat there in shock covered in mud, her makeup running down her face. Dante didn’t even bother to help her.

Trish felt the sting of a slap on her ass which was quickly followed by a squeal of pain as her elbow snapped into the eye of the slapper. "Oh! I'm so sorry, there is so little space in the aisle here!" Trish gushed as she discretely stomped her foot down on the bare toes of his grinning companion. There was a definite snap sound as a tiny bone broke under the pressure of her narrow boot heel. More screams. Tracy finally returned with the pillow and blanket and Trish plucked them from the shocked woman's fingers. She passed them back to Rochelle who got Ben situated. "Wh-what happened here?" Tracy squeaked.

I want to join her. I trudge toward the elder’s table. The leg, again, comes out of nowhere. This time, I can’t avoid it. I trip. The tray goes sailing through the air. I can’t help but put my full weight on my bad leg, and it gives in. I fall, my shoulder slamming into the floor. “Watch that last step.” Lochlan Byrne smirks as he stares down at me. “It’s a doozy.” I push up on my elbows. My tailbone aches. There’s beer down my dress. Potato salad on the floor. The bowl broke, and there are shards everywhere.

So when Axton nails my prostate and bobs his head I let the intense wave hit me, and knock me over. With my mates name on my lips.