Fast Paced Novels & Stories

The arrival of Black Friday was like the beat of war drums, throwing the entire market into a frenzy, an unstoppable surge like waves crashing against a storm-tossed shore. Emily sat at her desk in the WhaleTech office, her posture focused, her eyes glued to the screen. Her fingers moved rapidly across the keyboard, each keystroke sharp and crisp, embodying the rhythm of her urgency and determination.

My heart is racing faster than it has in a long time, and I'm not in the least bit interested in finding out what it is. ==========================

"More. Faster." I gyrate in slow insistent circles; he rocks with every thrust. Our bodies are bucking and arching and colliding in almost perfect rhythm. He keeps up the rhythm relentlessly. With each stroke, he slides his hot throbbing flesh completely into me. He drives in deeper, with each thrust increasing pace. "Fuck boo, you are going to drive me insane."

The pace was maddening, and I gasped, my fingers curling into fists against the wall. "Zeke," I whimpered, my voice breaking. He didn’t respond, didn’t speed up. His hands gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place as he thrust into me with a steady rhythm. The pressure built slowly, each deep stroke winding the tension tighter and tighter in my core. "You want it faster?" he asked, his voice low and taunting. I nodded frantically, my body writhing beneath him. "Yes," I choked out. "Please—faster, harder!"

“Faster please faster!” He started increasing his pace, moving faster and faster until I was panting and breathless. I was on the verge of yet another orgasm but I cannot possibly stop now. I dug my nails onto his back, clamouring for him to go even faster. That he did and with his intensity, the bed springs started to creak.

My wolf bared teeth instead, pleased at the idea of doing something messy. I moved first. Fast is a personality trait when you grow up without anyone to lift you if you fall. I slipped under a swipe that would’ve left my face rebranded and heel-hooked the nearest ankle. He stumbled. I palmed the next one’s sternum, felt rock masquerading as muscle, and used his own forward shove to spin past the third’s claws by inches. “Fast,” someone muttered. “Pilates,” I said, because some lines are too good to waste.

The hand dropped. Engines exploded. Cars sped forward really fast, their tires squealing loudly as they rubbed against the rough road. Alina moved a fraction slower Not hesitation. Control. Then She accelerated. As she hit the gas, the engine came alive, its powerful rumble vibrating through her entire body, forcing her back into her seat with a surge of adrenaline. Her grip tightened on the wheel. Steady. Focused. The first turn came fast. Too fast. Cars were cutting each other off left and right, trying to get in position, it was like they were fighting for a spot, no one was showing any mercy on the road.

The most ordinary question anyone had asked me since I'd arrived on this campus. "Depends on what I'm working on, " I said. "Footwork drills, I want something fast. High tempo, no lyrics, words interfere with decision processing, I lose half a second on my reads if I'm tracking language at the same time. If it's conditioning, anything that keeps the pace up. Late ice, when I'm not drilling, when I'm just, " I stopped. He looked up then. Just briefly.

Slowly, the tempo increased moderately, Gito thrust harder but controlled, pulling back then thrusting forward deeply, the sound of wet hips colliding growing clearer, the sensation of Tina's canal massaging his shaft like a strong hand, "Tina... stronger... feel me thrusting deep inside you... yes," Gito moaned. Finally, the pace quickened and reached its peak. Gito accelerated his thrusts like a storm of desire, thrusting hard and deep, each movement full of power. The rough but pleasurable sensation of friction made Tina cry out softly, "Sir... so fast... I can... ah!"

A ravenous beast that was uncontainable. "Ugh," I wrapped my legs around him as he picked up his pace again, going deeper, faster and unrelenting. My heart pounded faster, my body twitched as a spasm went through my body and sunk into the bed, holding him tightly as if fighting for my dear life. He kept going, his pace didn't slow down as his cock filled me. "two more rounds for you," he murmured, his voice firm and it sounded like a promise.