Fast And Furious Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He pushed his dîck inside her and she moan out. “Stop shouting, moan sweetly, I am not hurting you, I am only pleasuring you” Derrick said and the lady nod her head. He keep slamming hard inside her, he didn’t give her enough time to catch up. The name of the game is fast and furious. He keep slamming hard inside her till she passed out. He moved to the other lady immediately the other one passed out. “She’s ûsèlèss now” he said and position the other lady in a perfect missionary style.

Then… "Everyone thinks that you and Ethan are dating." I froze. "...What?" "There's like a bunch of pictures of you two at the rink, and of him picking you up, and apparently that makes us the secret college romance reunion arc." I sat very still. "...We're being written by morons," I said slowly. "Basically." My stomach plummeted. "Send me screenshots." "Already sent." I hung up and opened my phone. And instantly regretted that I knew how to read. There were edits, clips, and fan accounts with headlines.

The testing facility would be searched, the test subjects discovered, and Mercile Industries would be exposed for all the dirty secrets they hid from the world. She crouched over 416. His beautiful but angry dark gaze focused on her. Rage burned in his intense glare. She swallowed the bile that rose at what she had to do to him next. “I’m sorry. Really. I have to do this to you.” “I’ll kill you,” he rasped. One hand flopped on the floor next to her. “I swear this!” His throat worked. “I will kill you with my bare hands.”

He starts to flash me pictures of my mate, refusing to allow me to have any pleasure. I roar in frustration, standing I start to destroy the room. The laughing never stopping, I cant shut this fucker out. I stand in the middle of her room, the place in carnage and my chest heaving. I hear someone rushing towards the room, I catch the scent of my Beta as I pull the door open.

he ordered, voice rough with pride and lust. I dropped, eager, mouth watering as he freed himself. I took him deep, hollowed my cheeks, swallowed around him until he was cursing and fisting my hair. He hauled me up before he lost control, spun me, bent me over the desk still covered in maps. "Hold on," he snarled, and thrust into me in one brutal stroke. We fucked like the world was ending, hard, fast, desperate. Papers scattered. The desk slammed against the wall with every thrust.

Damian said, backing her against the wall with barely controlled fury, “I’m starting to want you in ways that don’t make sense. And that’s bad—for both of us.” His lips hovered just above hers. Temptation burned between them. “But that doesn’t stop you from f*cking me like I’m the only goddamn thing that makes sense,” she spat, eyes blazing. His mouth crashed into hers, hard and angry. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t comfort. It was possession—reckless, filthy, furious. He spun her around, pinning her hands above her head. “No more lies,” he growled into her ear. “No more pretending this isn’t going to ruin us.”

A bitten lip—I move faster. Fingernails in my skin—that’s the spot. And when his mouth falls open and his eyes roll back—I know I’ve got him. “Fuck, you’re so big!” he groans. “You feel so fucking good.” “You too,” I rasp, thrusting into him faster. “I’m going to pump you so full you’ll feel me for days.” “Give it to me, papi. Make me yours!” he begs. He wants this, Fang says. Make him ours. Mark him.

It was slow at first and theni began to fuck him so hard like a rabid dog. Marcus screamed so loud, that I'm sure people miles away heard him. I wasn't going to stop as I kept slamming into him. I keep imagining him as Hayden and I fucked harder. I wanted him scream my name as I fuck him,....not Marcus, but Hayden. “Fuck stepeh…I'm about to cum..” That name alone made me explode. It was like all I could hear was Hayden. This is fucked up, when did I start to fantasize about Hayden as I fuck someone else?

“And I’m not done apologizing.” He entered me in one smooth, deep stroke. This time there was no slow burn, no gentle build-up. We were both already there, teetering on the edge. The pace was frantic from the start, a desperate, hungry coupling fueled by adrenaline and the thrill of almost-getting-caught. I clutched at his shoulders, my legs wrapped high around his waist, matching his every furious thrust.

I gave five fast, furious thrusts into her pulsing heat before my own climax tore through my veins like boiling lead. A deep, guttural roar tore from my chest as I came hard inside her, pouring my heavy heat deep into her womb... my cock twitching... pulsing... spilling rope after rope of thick, hot cum into her... filling her up until she overflowed onto the black furs beneath us... my seed leaking out around my shaft... mixing with her own slick... making a mess of the dark pelt... making a mess of her thighs...