Novel & Cerita From God's Mouth To Your Ears

she meaningfully says. I open my mouth, wanting to speak and ask more, but I could no longer find my voice. My hands flew to my throat. I looked back at the Goddess, only to see her back already turned and walking away from me. No—ack! I lost my voice again, and I could feel a force pulling me from behind. I wanted to turn and look back, but the pressure was getting too strong to fight. As I was pulled into a black hole, I stretched my hands out in a final attempt. My vision darkened and slowly, the white asylum with the garden was disappearing from my view.

Or maybe I would befriend the occupant of the room. I was now standing in front of the gate where the dorm was. I suddenly felt pain inside my ears. I covered them with my both hands. I lowered my head and a peculiar wavelength of sound entered my ears. I heard the distance a conversation. “Hello, who is this?” an old man’s voice was clearly heard as if it was just before me. “Yeah, there is one room vacant here. When do you plan to transfer?” He continued. I was not able to hear who the person on the phone but I could hear his voice.

Oh God, yes! Her mouth, her taste—it was all so different from anything he’d tasted before. His tongue swept in deeply, searching for hers. It wasn’t what he had expected. His body tensed as he explored her delicious mouth and played with her hesitant tongue, teasing her to give him more. He went deeper. Oh God, she was delicious.

My Goddess, he tastes so good! His head shoots up as he looks down at me, just in time, as I'm taking his cock into my mouth, and down my throat. His eyes go wide, his mouth opens as he takes a sharp breath in. I move my tongue along the underside as I lower my head. My mouth wraps around him as I move his cock in and out of my mouth. His eyes slam shut as he throws his head back. His back arches off the bed as he cries out, "Oh fuck Michael!"

The key sat in the lock. I had just been about to turn it. Laughter drifted from inside the house, bright and sharp. Each word they uttered stabbed straight into my ears. "Keith, you're so good to me! This is limited edition. I've been looking everywhere, but I couldn't find it." Caroline Jenkins' voice was syrupy sweet, the exact tone my husband, Keith Collins, loved most. My voice had always been cool and quiet. I could never fake such soft, clingy sweetness.

Three words that mean she has heard something from someone and is now activated and incoming and absolutely nothing about my day is going to be simple anymore. Call me. Now.

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“Don’t you dare give him your eyes. You’re mine.” But then the god’s hands slid lower, one wrapping tight around my cock, stroking me hard, merciless, the other guiding my hips back into Khaled’s rhythm. I couldn’t stop the moan that tore out of me, couldn’t stop my body from arching between them. “Listen to him break,” the god mocked, his voice curling in the air like smoke. His thumb dragged over the head of my cock, smearing the slick that leaked there. “He wants it. He wants all of it.”

she began, but Ivana hushed her with a soft smile. “Save it for later, Emily. Focus on getting better,” she said gently. Within minutes, Emily drifted into a light, peaceful sleep, her soft snoring filling the room. Ivana moved to the window, staring out at the city lights, but her mind was elsewhere. “Bride of a god…” she whispered under her breath. Why… Why did my parents promise me to a god? The memory of his golden eyes, his raw power and searing anger, lingered in her mind, sending a shiver down her spine. Fear, confusion, and a strange curiosity tangled together, filled her up.

Ultimia asked in fear. “Hmm? Oh did I say it out loud?” Audelia asked while tilting her head a little, playing innocent. “No, you didn’t! This is the High God’s Realm, of course everything in your mind can be heard clearly!” “Oh, I forgot. Anyway, it’s not like I am going to use you as a punch-- *cough* I mean something to vent. So don’t fret it.” Audelia replied casually, as if the words she said was not a blasphemy to God, it self.