Fall On Your Knees Book Novels & Stories

He kissed along my jaw, down my neck, and over my collarbone, stopping and running his finger over the swell of my breasts. “Can I take your dress off?” I nodded as I lifted myself to help him pull my dress from my body. I was suddenly self-conscious, just in my underwear. Nathan must have noticed, too, as he smiled softly at me and told me I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to do. I smiled and kissed him again. I felt like my entire body was on fire as his hands roamed over my breasts and stomach. He pulled my legs up and around his waist as he settled between my legs, kissing my chest as his hands went to the clasp of my bra, his eyes never leaving mine as he was silently asking fo

‘Kneel,’ once again the order washed over Vanessa like a tidal wave and her legs buckled out from under her, sending her falling into the ground with another audible thud, her knees cracked at the sheer force. Tears began streaming down her cheeks, her expertly applied mascara running like rivers of black against her tanned skin.

He helped me up on my feet, but my knees were wobbly and hurt so much that I had to hug his neck if I didn't want to fall again. "I thought you were sleeping. I tried to hear the voice from behind the door.” “Stupid girl. Why don't you just go right in? Be careful, sit here.” I was really relieved when Kane placed me so carefully on the soft sofa. I felt like moaning in pleasure when my buttocks were right on the soft sofa and the skin of my hands touched the soft sofa pillow next to me. But then I remembered to check my knees. My hunch is that my knees must be bruised. And when I lifted the hem of my dress which had been cut short, I could see a large purple circle sticking beautifully to t

You’re about to enter a world where girls get on their knees for their best friend’s Daddy and beg to be used like filthy, desperate sluts. If you don’t want to cum? Put this book down. Because by the time Damon’s done with me? You’ll be soaked too.

My throat tightens as I force the words out. “Drop to my knees,” I whisper, barely audible. “Then do it.” His voice is commanding, dangerous. “Now, right here. On your knees and don't look up.” My body trembles with a mixture of fear and something else I can’t quite place. My legs feel like they weigh a thousand pounds, but I force myself to move. It takes everything in me to sink down, the dirt beneath me cold and rough against my knees. I feel like I’m betraying myself, my body at war with my mind.

I grabbed some sweats from the closet then headed to the bathroom to take a shower and remove all the makeup. When I got out of the bathroom, Nick was sat at the desk with Fallen in his hands. "This is a good book," he said as he looked up from the page. "It is. You should definitely watch the movie too, they really did the book justice," I answered with a smile. He beamed and gave me a boyish grin. "For you, I'll watch anything." I rolled my eyes with a small smile. "Are you coming downstairs with me?" I asked instead

They sort of advertised the book itself with their efforts. As the scene of the character―Kate, came and her devious plans to manipulate her fiance―the male lead, to steal away all the wealth from the character, Milley―the audience erupted in loud murmurs. Some even shouted out their reactions blatantly, earning a few disturbed looks from the rest.

My knees buckled beneath me, and before I could steady myself, I collapsed onto the cold, hard floor. My palms hit the ground first, but I didn’t have the strength to stop the fall. The marble scraped my skin, and the weight of my body crashed down as my legs gave way completely. The coldness of the floor seeped into my bones, biting into my skin through the fabric of my dress. I could barely see. Everything was fading. Tears blurred my vision, streaming down my cheeks, hot and steady. My chest rose and fell rapidly, but the air wasn’t enough. My heart pounded like it was trying to escape my ribcage. I could hear the throb in my ears, muffled and distant.

“Like you want to get on your knees.” She bit her bottom lip. He grabbed her chin with one hand and tilted her face up to his. “Say it.” Her voice came out breathless. “I want to get on my knees.” He stepped back and pointed to the floor. “Then do it.” She slid off the bed slowly. Her knees hit the hardwood with a soft thud. She looked up at him, the heat in her belly growing hotter with every second. He pulled his boxers down, and her breath caught in her throat.

But ask yourself—have you had a night of peaceful sleep since then? Suddenly, Luther's phone rang. His hesitation prompted a chuckle from Harold. "Answer it. Who knows? Maybe it's good news." A sense of dread washed over me as Luther shakily picked up the phone. After barely ten seconds, he dropped it. The expensive device hit the floor, the screen shattering into a spiderweb of cracks. With a thud, he collapsed to his knees in front of Harold. "Dad, what are you doing?" Wendy exclaimed. "Why are you kneeling to him? We don't owe them anything!"