Brahms Heelshire X Reader の小説・ストーリー

BROOKS “Come on, Brooks,” Heath growled out as I sank lower. “Come on, you can take me,” I trembled, my nails digging into Heath’s chest, tears slipping down my face as I sobbed from the overwhelming stretch. Heath smirked darkly up at me, his hands gripping my hips. “That’s it, baby. Now ride me.” And all I could do was obey. Heath’s grip tightened on my hips, dragging me down again and again, his cock splitting me open with brutal thrusts. I was sobbing, my thighs burning, my nails clawing at his chest for balance when Zade suddenly moved behind me.

Once or twice Regulus looked at her and hid his smile behind his hand but the trembling of his shoulders gave him away . Chelsea's eye twitched , she had a bad feeling. Author's note: please support my other book a rose dedicated to Alpha Aiden on goodnovel please, its my first time writing an erotica, please support it .

She quivered beneath my touch, a whimper escaping her lips. In my dream, the act of BDSM was a dance of power and passion, a ritual that bound us together in a way that transcended the mundane. My cock, thick and hard, strained against the fabric of my pants, begging for release as I approached the bed where Elysia lay. She watched me with a mix of excitement and trepidation, her breaths coming quicker as I stood over her, the crop still in my hand.

He lifted up her chin up slowly, making sure she saw the devilish smirk on his face. “But I’m not greedy, you may have a glimpse of it.” He gripped her head hard, pulling it closer to his groin. He pressed her head hard against it, rubbing the side of her face on it. “You feel it huh?” Xander groaned. Athlea’s face continued to rub against it, feeling every texture as it hardened. Xander’s soft groans hit her ears, releasing little wetness in her pants. Her hands gripped his thighs, maintaining her balance as her face continued to press hard against him.

She’d draw her men, she decided, in all their f-kery, and show them after it was done, so they could get off on knowing that their images were getting hundreds of readers off. “Oh, god, there,” she clenched Rhett’s hips but she spoke to Heath who met her eyes and grinned complicitly. He worked his f-king into Rhett so that Rhett in turn f-ked her where she wanted him. She remembered as her mind registered the vicious enjoyment of Heath’s grin and Rhett’s grimacing grunt that she was meant not to be coming. “You cruel bastard,” she accused Heath who laughed in delight.

I make a mental note to corner her later and force it out of her. "C'mon in ladies," Christine welcomes us with a smile on her face. Christine is the wife of Travis Steele, the communications/IT expert for Heaven Hill, and the sister of Jagger. She's about as deep into Heaven Hill as you can get without being born into the fold. Not only is she an awesome person though and through, but she also does amazing hair, and lately she's been taking chances with hers. I haven't seen her in a month or so, and I squeal excitedly when I see the black and purple she's got in her locks today.

Taboo Fantasy (10) Your scream catches in your throat. You jerk upward, muscles drawn tight, chest rising off the bed as your fists clutch the sheets. "Shhh," Rhea whispers close to your ear. "He’ll take care of you." But he doesn’t wait. He shoves in with force, and the burn explodes through you. You tremble. You squirm. Rhea presses both hands to your chest, grounding you. Her lips brush your jaw, then your cheek, then your ear.

We clinked glasses out of mutual dislike and drank again. We didn’t notice Liam watching us from the other side of the club, a grin spreading. We didn’t notice the music getting softer, the lights dimmer, or the way the air around us had started to change. We didn’t notice what was coming next. But maybe we should have. "You're an asshole, Heath," she breathed, her fingers tangling in my hair. "And you're a bitch," I replied, capturing her mouth in a brutal kiss. "But it’s entertaining talking to you."

“You’re soaking my face, boss… such a greedy cunt tonight…” Heat flooded between my legs so fast my thighs trembled. I turned the handle slowly and stepped inside. The sight hit me like a wave. Victoria Steele was bent over her huge mahogany desk, designer skirt shoved up around her waist, panties kicked aside. Her long raven hair spilled across the blotter. Elena Voss knelt behind her, face buried between those perfect ass cheeks, tongue thrusting deep while a thick black strap-on harness hugged her wide hips. The realistic eight-inch cock bobbed between Elena’s thighs, already slick. On the desk lay an open bottle of thick, clear lubricant, a buzzing bullet vibrator pressed hard to Victori