Fnaf Graphic Novel Collection Novels & Stories

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott

Cole pulled out suddenly stroking himself fast right over my face. “Open that slut mouth wide Lena,” he grunted and I did sticking my tongue out desperate as thick ropes of cum shot across my cheeks and lips and straight into my mouth, hot and salty and thick as I swallowed what I could, the rest dripping down my chin onto my tits in sticky strings. Ryan and Jax sped up chasing their own releases, their thrusts turning brutal and erratic now, the sounds wet and filthy as my pussy and ass gushed around them with every slam, cum and squirt mixture splashing everywhere.

“They have no idea their favorite new manager is under here getting double-stuffed like a cheap toy.” Zane filmed it all. Close. Obscene. “Smile for the spank bank, Raven. Maybe we leak this one. let the fans decide what kind of slut you really are.” By the end of the night, the afterparty in the bus parked in the venue lot, surrounded by fan cars and rvs. I was done pretending I hated it.

“Vanessa, you’re seriously a lifesaver. They’re twenty now, so they’re not little kids running around, but I still feel bad just dropping them on you like this. Ryan’s the quiet one, always at the gym getting all athletic and focused. Darius is the loud one with tattoos all over him, thinks he’s God’s gift to women. You’ll spot them right away. They’ll probably keep to themselves and stay out of your way.” I bit down hard on my lower lip and squeezed my thighs even tighter, feeling my pussy give a strong throb just from hearing their names. They are twenty years old. Young, strong bodies full of that wild, nonstop energy. My mind flashed straight to what they must look like naked, hard cocks

His cum still leaking slow from both my holes. The gun sat on the nightstand. Shiny. Wet. Waiting for next time. I closed my eyes. Safe. Owned. Completely ruined. And happier than I had ever been.

“Obsessed with the aesthetics of surrender. You collect it. You consume it. But you never ask yourselves what it would cost to live it.” He stepped closer. Close enough that I could smell his cologne—something sharp, cedar and smoke. “What’s your sickest fantasy?” he asked me. “Not the polished p**n version. The real one. The one that makes you wet just thinking about it.” My heart hammered against my ribs. I glanced at Philip. He nodded—tiny, almost imperceptible.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

If a nation’s culture survives, then so too does the nation. These were the words that passed through Celeste’s mind as she eagerly awaited the train. The underground was a strange place at this time, a place where the underclass crawled from their hidden tenements and stalked the night. Nobody knew her habit. By day Celeste was a pretty normal girl. She generally kept herself to herself, and didn’t ruffle any feathers. By night, she was Franny McCandle, graffiti artist and vandal.

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

Hot stripes of come paint my stomach, my breasts, my face. "Clean yourself up," he says, already reaching for his phone. "I've got a study group in twenty minutes." I lie there, covered in his release, my body aching in the most satisfying way. My phone buzzes continuously now, a series of texts from other boys i see. need $200 for textbooks and that new video game comes out friday my mom's birthday next week. need to get her something nice I gather my clothes from the floor, my movements slow and deliberate. Each message is another demand, another transaction.