Forced Lemon Novels & Stories

Suddenly, his eyes started to sting. After having one bite, Liam couldn't help but take another. His hands moved the second his mind thought to get more. Rebecca didn't notice that Liam seemed out of sorts. But she got curious when she saw Liam proactively eating the lemon chicken. "Dr. Manson, I'm wondering if you think today's lemon chicken is authentic enough," she said teasingly. The second she said this, Liam started sobbing. He nodded his head repeatedly. "Yes, very authentic. It tastes just like I remember."

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

Ah, sweet and sour. “Yup, just like your. . .” I looked at Jeremy. His voice faded and he blinked his eyes like he just said something wrong. My forehead crumpled in confusion. What is he trying to say? “Like my what?” I swallowed the watermelon and drank the lemon juice again. Jeremy looked at the lemon juice and then back to me, a smile forming in his lips. “Like your lemon juice. I want to drink that.” I gave emptied my glass first before filling it again and giving it to him. He immediately took it and emptied it, nodding his head in sastisfaction. He licked his lips.

Juliette's point of view... DJ leaned forward with a disgusting grin spread on his face and pressed his shabby lips that of mine. I was wrapped up in many plasters, almost everywhere on my body and I couldn't even move my finger. What the hell is going on...!

"They're quite strong, if you don't do them often." "I don't!" I answered, and he chuckled. "Okay," he handed me a slice of lemon and placed a glass with clear liquid on the bar. I gulped down the shot, and it burned my throat. The bartender pointed at the lemon slice in my hand, and that's when I remembered I had it. I sucked on the lemon to cut the sharpness and felt like doing it again. "One more," I ordered, and the bartender moved to pull the bottle back effortlessly.

“A lady never tells.” Grayson snorted and took another sip of his drink. But he said nothing to dispute her claims of being a lady. Leo chuckled and handed her the flute of champagne. It appeared untouched, not that she would have minded anyway. She still hadn’t forgot the way his lips felt or tasted. “Something to kick off tonight’s festivities. Trust me, you’re going to need it,” Leo warned. “Then you probably want to break out something harder than this girly bubbly Mr. Clemonte,” she grinned.

Out of consideration for the greater good, he decided that he would never expose the Western Boss and the Southern Boss's intention or it may affect the plan. "Why you! Very well! Felton, you asked for this. Let's see if you can be so stubborn after this!" Leon was enraged by Felton's stubbornness. Without hesitation, he raised his leg and stomped hard on Felton's knee. "What are you doing?" Felton was taken aback and before he could finish his sentence, agonizing pain pierced through his leg as Leon broke his kneecap. Snap! Following the sound of bones crushing, Felton wailed and his face twisted with pain as cold sweat drenched his clothes.

He had fresh fruits with him and he went to the sink and washed it. "I'm sorry about Leon. But you can punch him anytime if he does something crazy." "I can handle myself, Bull. You don't have to treat me like a baby." He only smiled. "We have lime and lemons. It's good for healing wounds. It'll also give you healthy skin." He started slicing the oranges and lemons and squeezed them. Then, he mixed it with a few more fruits and gave it to her. She accepted it and looked up at him. "Thank you."

A keening moan tore from me. "But," I whined my voice rising into a low moan as he twirled his tongue and sucked on my pussy lips. "The cum," I gasped. Zale smirked. "Bo's tasted my cum before, and I've forced him to drink his own, it was hot as fuck, almost as hot as watching him suck both of us off that soaked cunt of yours. Stop fighting it, Luna, come for me." He pushed the button again, pressing the vibrators into their highest mode.

Trevor says, “and I’ll be brave enough to tell you what very few people know.” I never have been one to step back from a challenge. Whether it is moving from my small town to New York or from New York to London, I am driven to want more. That includes knowing family secrets. I lift the shot glass, fascinated by the way the Fireball no longer burns. Instead, it’s a warm cinnamon liqueur much like a Christmas drink. Either that or my throat is now numb. Trevor lifts his glass. Together we swallow our third, or is it fourth?