Fast And Furious Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She laughed, that throaty, lustful laugh that hit him right where it counted. They were leaving the city, hitting the freeway, and at a certain point she abandoned even the pretence of following the speed limit, the Ferrari flying almost effortlessly through the dark. Raven gripped the side of his seat as the speed pushed him back into it. The slick flick of scenery through the windscreen stole his breath. He was not entirely sure if he was terrified or turned on. There was something hypnotic about being completely powerless.

Hell of a night for fate to get clever. Marek was already sprawled out in my study when I walked in, eyes sharp as a hawk, tracking me the second I crossed the threshold. Guy’s younger than me, built like he could break a doorframe just by leaning on it, and shocker he can’t sit still for five seconds. “You wrapped up the council early,” he said. Not a question. Zero emotion. “They’re not going to love that.” I shrugged, grabbing the whiskey. “I don’t care if they love it. They just got to listen.”

I had no choice but to endure my nervousness. As soon as I got in the basement and Zacharias' car, he immediately revved up the engine and reverse the car out of the parking lot. I was gripping the seatbelt strap and handle for dear life as he drove quickly and the way he accelerated the car in a matter of seconds. I could tell he was enraged by the way his hands glided easily yet forcefully on the steering wheel and turned the gear, how his eyes narrowed every time he took a corner, veins showing on his hands when he gripped the wheel tightly, and how his foot pressed the pedal roughly.

He looked murderous, terrifying her. He slammed the car door shut once she was inside, not even glancing at her. Gigi bit her lip. What now? Was he going to discard her? Fabian sped off. Gigi bit her lip, glancing at him in the driver's seat. His jaw was tight, his eyes fixed on the road. He didn't speak, just drove fast, as if aiming to reach hell early. His knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel. Gigi hugged herself to calm her racing heart. She couldn't match his anger.

He drives into me hard, his thrusts short and insistent. This is not slow and romantic; it’s fast and furious, primal and animalistic. Every thrust of his takes me higher and higher. We’re both quiet, too aware of the possibility of getting caught. The thought of getting caught makes it more intense, even more forbidden. Dorian brings out something in me that makes me want to lose control. I’ve never been that way before with anyone. I'm not that kind of girl, the one who throws caution to the wind, who doesn't care about consequences. I'm not reckless.

The confession slipped out unbidden—raw need I’d buried for years. My wolf pushed harder, flooding me with images: her bent over the couch, my hand fisted in her hair, driving into her from behind while she moaned my name. Claiming her so thoroughly she’d never doubt how fucking desirable she was again. I jerked faster, grip almost punishing now, chasing that edge. My breathing turned into harsh pants. The pressure built at the base of my spine, coiling tighter and tighter until— “Fuck—!”

We fly down the road, impatient to reach our destination of freedom. "I thought you were taking me to the West Side, girl," I reminded her. And then it happened in slow motion. A superfast Ferrari tries to cut us off at the pass. It suddenly passed us on the right and when it tried to merge in front of us again, the driver seemed to lose control of the car. Fiona tried to avoid a fatal collision by jerking the steering wheel, but the car before us turned on its axis a few times and slammed into the crash barrier, knocking us into the valley.

He sped up his thrust, which made my breasts bounce with his speed. "You want it fast, Mommy? Take this! Uhuhuhuhuhuhhh! You're tight! Oh! Oh! Uhhhhhh! F*cking you in reality is much better than my fantasy, Mommy! Oh! Uhh! You're taking me so well! You are so hot! You are so wet!” I pulled his head closer, and we kissed violently. Our tongues clashed together. I moaned loudly as he fucked me hard and rough! My eyes roll every time he hits my G-spot, and I squeeze his cock inside me, causing him to growl. Our lips parted, and he massaged my breasts while he was still riding me fast. My legs anchored around his waist and met his cock. I screamed when his finger touched my cunt, and his movemen

He reminded me and I wondered if he was telling me to drive fast or he was citing the fact that they by anyway were going to die. My pulse fluttered, but I forced a sigh. “It’s okay. If you’re still angry—” He growled again. "Let us just take them on Nate." I shook my head before the car accelerated so fast he fell against my seat. He gave a look in protest as my response was a look in my direction and fee laughing heretically, in a way I was enjoying this hot pursuit. I could still see that angry spark passing through his eyes as he watched me hit the car with the same adrenaline that was flowing through every part of me, he watched as moved the odometer from a One Twenty to over an One eig

”Easton, step aside, you’re blocking her. ”Yeah we wanna see as well.” He stepped aside with a wicked smile and his hand cupped my breast. He leaned down and took my nipple between his teeth and I shut my eyes closed. ”Open your eyes, Gabby. You’re going to watch all of it.” He growled. ~Aiden’s POV~ ”Can you drive faster!” I screamed and slammed on the dashboard. ”I’m going as fast as this fucking car can take!” ”Press the gass harder!” I growled