Dobby Lines Novels & Stories

"No." "No, you won't," he croons, rubbing me faster, his panting mouth on top of mine. "And if we're going to get this pussy good and spoiled, we have to treat it right." I'm all but riding him now through our clothes, bucking like a jockey on top of a horse, clinging to his shoulders and working my hips furiously, his thumb spurring my release closer. Closer. But the apartment door opens behind him and Dobbs' voice breaks into the moment. "Sir..." Dobbs trails off, obviously spotting his boss from behind with a pair of legs circling his waist, a dark head resting on his shoulder. "Oh, I'm sorry, I—"

she declared, grabbing my wrist before I could object. They were seated in a circle, not far from where we originally sat. Nathan had no choice but to join us. I whispered to Nora. “What's a T or D?” “Short for Truth or Dare,” she said. The rules were simple. Answer the question… or do the dare. And if you refused, you finish one bottle of alcohol. “Let the game begin,” someone said, lifting a bottle with a grin.

Caleb rasped from behind. "Arc for me ,pet," he growled.His tip instantly teased my hole, and slowly, he sunk himself in me,my hole throbbing from the huge monster railing its way in me. "Remember the safe word ,pet,I can't promise to be on my best behaviour." His member fully deep in me. "Gawd... Eliot, you trying to snap my dick into half?You're so tight. How could I have forgotten this..." --- "Dai.. Daisy..." he whispered. It took everything in me to stop.

I pulled my phone free, already irritated—only to freeze when I saw the name glowing on the screen. Of all people. At eight on a Friday night. Tobias. Tobias: Hey, bro. How’s it going? Heard you’re in quite the predicament. A scowl carved itself into my expression. Of course he knew. James had an almost predatory instinct for chaos—always circling the moment there was blood in the water. Me: What the hell are you texting me for this time? The response came almost instantly. Tobias: Aw, is that any way to talk to your big brother?

I know I would be taking advantage of her in this state, but on the other side, I would be saving her life. “Master, that's the only way. You are saving her life, and I know she will understand.” Debby tried to sound reassuring. “But Iifyou don't do it, she… she will die” Dobby's final words echoed throughout my body, finally causing my blood to stir.

"Never mind, this is just the beginning. In the final stage, you can do whatever you want,“ replied Ivo, who was now busy incapacitating the guards with his needle bullets. ”All right, all right.“ Cylo stood up, then aimed his gun at the guards and shot them precisely with needle bullets until they finally passed out from the poison in the needles. ”I'm done here." “Let's move on to the next stage. But you only have 10 minutes,” said Ivo through the earpiece. Ivo entered the inner area of the Blood Mafia headquarters. But when he looked around the inner area, he didn't see a single guard. Even though there had been many guards in the outer area earlier. “But wait, do you see anyone patrollin

Red hair, big boobs, double piercings — Penelope. "David Argent, oh my God, David it's you" her eyes seemed to brighten when she saw him and before either of them could blink, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. David let go of Dawn's hand to hug her back and Dawn stood, watching in disdain as their hug stretched for a good 20 seconds. "What are you doing in New York?" He asked politely, untangling himself from her when she wouldn't let go.

Ah, I'm used to calling him that. Aryo. Similar words of invitation as I started to tie his hands together on the bars of the headboard and started to wet his backside with saliva. His muscles would tighten with all the sensation, hard, forming sensual chunks that sent ridiculous shivers down the tip of mine. Just imagining it, I wanted to pull Aryo to the car and hollow out his ass with maximum force. The twitching..., the suffocating sensation down there, including my success in getting him to shoot air multiple times.

He was ready to face the tense whispers, the awkward glances from Jamal and Tyrone, and the heavy, unreadable gaze of Marcus Hale. What he wasn't ready for was the stranger running point on the primary court. "Step up, double the line!" a loud, booming voice rang out across the gym. Ethan froze, his eyes narrowing. The guy calling out the play wasn't Coach. It was a new face—a guy standing at an easy 6'4", with messy brown hair, sharp features, and striking blue eyes. He moved across the hardwood with the exact same fluid, effortless authority that Marcus possessed, commanding the floor like he owned every inch of it.

Damon crossed the floor, running a critical eye over every detail; the lighting, the projection angles, the placement of the CrossTech insignia. Everything was under control. Just as he liked it. But somewhere, in the back of his mind, the thought remained. ShadowByte is out there. And when Damon Cross wanted something, it was only a matter of time.