Credence Book Couch Scene Novels & Stories

I writhed on the couch, unable to stay still as he took his time, savoring every reaction from me. My climax came fast and hard. I couldn’t hold back the loud moan that escaped my lips as my body trembled. He didn’t stop until he’d taken every drop of my release. When he finally kissed me again, I tasted the sweetness of our connection on his lips. With a mischievous smirk, Crius pulled me into his arms and sat back on the couch, lifting me effortlessly onto his lap. I was facing away from him, his strong body pressed against my back. I could feel the heat and hardness of him pressing against me, making me shiver with anticipation.

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I sighed, leaning back against the wall. Cole smiled weakly and crossed his arms over his chest, his biceps bulging alluringly. "I have a plan that might work, but it will take a few days to set in motion. In the meantime, I have something for you to read." He passed me a leather bound book before he turned his back on me and lay down on the couch, leaving me to stare after him. I looked down at the book once again before I entered my room and sank down on my bed, opening the weathered book carefully, flipping to a random page.

“Trust me.” Cam freed his c-ck and Heath moaned, pressing his mouth against Alice’s neck. Cam’s c-ck was a work of art framed by dark red pubic hair, erotic and exotic, an odd contrast of masculinity and vulnerability. Heath’s breath sighed from him. Cameron was alpha enough not to want to ask how to proceed, but his eyes met Heath’s again, and Heath could read the uncertainty in them. He gestured with his hand and reached out, closing over Cameron’s c-ck as he leaned over Alice and Heath. The position put Heath and Cameron’s lips within kissing distance, and their eyes locked as Heath stroked over Cameron’s c-ck, a caress disguised as positioning him against Alice.

He takes my hand balances the four books on his other hand. We walk back to where the couch is at the private section and we take our seats on the couch. Blake sets the books on the coffee table in front of the couch and he picks up Twisted Love for himself and he hands me Twisted Games. He tells me to stand up and I do, he spreads his legs on the couch and tells me to sit between and rest my back on his chest.

Penn whispered. “Fuck the first mate!” I exclaimed. “Just because a woman doesn’t love him he has to kill her?” “Sound familiar?” Posy asked, glancing at Cedric. “I don’t want Zelda dead!” Cedric snapped. “Is there anything else there?” Zeke asked. “I see nothing else.” I passed the book onto Posy who didn’t see anything. The book was passed around the circle and then stopped at Cedric. He groaned. “I can read it.”

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.

We grabbed the laptop and whiskey and headed down a hallway into a massive lounge with deep couches, a fireplace crackling despite the power still holding for now, and huge windows looking out into the dark storm. My mind kept replaying those entries from his real story file, the raw confessions of him getting fucked senseless mixed with the pain of being left. It made me want him more, made my balls feel heavy with need. We settled on the big leather couch, laptop between us at first but soon forgot as we pulled up the manuscript. Damien sat so close our knees touched, his arm brushing mine every time he reached for the trackpad. “Alright, focus on chapter seven,” he said, voice still rough

How disgusting? I went straight to his office without even knocking. Even though the sets of couches were new but looked ugly, it’s ruining the good image of how luxurious and elegant this building is. I heaved a sigh when no one was inside, so I thought of sitting on one of the couches and waiting for him to come until I noticed the big frame at the corner. My chest throbbed again when it shouldn’t reacting that way. It was a picture of Achilles and Cassie Imperial, wearing their wedding suits. They seemed to love each other so much.

A soft moan echoed inside the living room. Lucas was like a hungry beast, ready to devour her. While his tongue explored, so did his hands. The tension rose high and the sound of ragged breathings accompanied the slight moans. Lucas flipped her over on the couch, towering above her. He traced kisses down her neck, sucking a sensitive spot on her nape, while his palm traveled inside her shirt, pulling the soft fabric up- Then something cracked. Heidi's back must have hit the remote as a loud sound blarred inside the living room.