Fast Paced Novels & Stories

my heart beating faster. Did they try to poison me? ***

POV Willow "Come on, Willow! We're going to be late" my best friend Carla yelled from the car as I walked out the door. I rolled my eyes knowing that we weren't even close to being late. Carla was just like that. She always wanted to be early. Not just early but the first person there. That's why she was frustrated today. We wouldn't be the first to arrive at school. I got in the car and barely had time to pull on my seat belt before Carla pulled away.

Caleb is driving somewhere fast. From the outside, he looks very anxious. He keeps on wiping the sweat from his forehead. He looks in a hurry. His car speed is over 130km/ hour. He is hoping he isn't stopped by the police. He can't waste time. He wants to get there before it is too late. He doesn’t remember the last time he was this anxious. He was in a very important meeting when he saw the text. He got up and left the meeting without saying a single word. He doesn’t care right now about anything else. He just wants to get there.

She did not even start slow but fast as if there was a need to be in a rush. Aera was moving so fast with her breast moving in rhythm above me, her beauty almost gave me a heart attack when all I could hear was my heart racing fast together with Aera’s speed. I had to swear again and again because it caught me off guard. The urgency, the desperation, the hunger for pleasure was undoubted in Aera’s movement, and I had to admit it almost made me cum almost immediately.

"Ah, god... no... wait... please..." "No more waiting," Dominic growled against her mouth, his pace turning frantic, punishing, and completely unyielding. He didn't give her a second to breathe or adjust to the depth. He slammed his hips down with a raw, primitive speed, the heavy furniture creaking against the hardwood floor with every brutal, rhythmic impact.

Quin’s groans mixed with mine, low and broken, as he rocked into me. The pace stayed tender but grew deeper and more intense. Skin slapped against skin in a steady rhythm. Every thrust pulled fresh moans from my throat and raw groans from his. He fucked me with love and need, hips snapping harder as pleasure built into something overwhelming. His hand found mine again, fingers laced tight as he drove into me. "Fuck yes." His pace was not slow , neither was he going too fast. He was going at a pace that made every cell in my body scream.

My legs pumped harder, carrying me toward the pack’s infirmary with every ounce of speed I possessed. Zara was running right behind me, her footsteps pounding in rhythm with mine as I raced through the familiar halls. My heart was beating painfully in my chest, each thud echoing like a war drum, threatening to burst through my ribs as I pushed myself faster than I had ever moved before. The world blurred around the edges, but all I could focus on was the fragile weight in my arms and the terrifying possibility of losing her.

Then his pace changed. He started going faster , harder, deeper, more desperate. His thrusts turned almost feral as he chased his second release. The couch creaked loudly beneath us from the force of his movements. Sweat dripped from his chest onto my breasts as he pounded into my sensitive, cum-filled pussy without mercy.

If anything, he intensified. His rhythm changed - slow circles turned into frenzied flicks, fast and relentless. He alternated between the soft pad of his finger and the cruel edge of his nail, dancing along the brink of pain and pleasure. Sometimes, it felt like tiny electric shocks were zipping through me; other times, it was a roaring flame building under my skin, hotter and hotter until I thought I'd explode.

My heart is racing. “Get down and touch your fucking toes.”