Gojo Hot Novels & Stories

- JoJo felt the moment he lost his grip on his control and she reveled in the knowledge of her being the reason for it. She wasn't even sure when he moved until he had her back against the wall, standing between her legs, that was how lost she was in this crazy moment, with him. They were each other's spark and together they were an unquenchable inferno. Nothing else mattered in the world except being in the arms of the man she loves. His lips left hers again, kissing down her neck, suckling at her sweet spot he's mastered. She knew she'd have a love bite there by morning and it excited her to have a mark that was his.

mercy,' she groaned, hips bucking involuntarily as he curled them against her G-spot, juices squirting lightly onto his hand. 'Shut your whining mouth,' Joash snapped, stepping closer, his cock now fully erect and throbbing. He positioned himself beneath her on the banquette, lying back and guiding her down with strong hands on her waist. LeBron pulled out momentarily, his cock glistening with her essence, and Joash wasted no time—thrusting upward into her pussy with a single, brutal shove. Amelia screamed, 'Ahhhh! Too rough... it's burning!' as his shaft invaded her slick channel, walls already sensitive from LeBron's assault.

Then when he took off his sweater, my mouth couldn't stay closed. "Holy Lord of hotness," I heard Star murmur. You got that right, sister. The body Jiro was hiding was something I couldn't believe. Jesus Christ, his body was hot, hot freaking hot. As hot as Zyaire's, hotter than Zayne's. Freckled, but what the hell! And this guy is single!

he said between heavy breaths. He held one of them and slightly caressed it. He gave a light groan. “Wow… so soft,” he said. Jojo gave a muffled moan. No one had ever touched her chest before. It felt electrifying. As if her sweet moan was calling her to him, Finn went for her lips again. He was horny too. He wanted her. He kissed her deeply and played with her tits. All Jojo did was wriggle with pleasure and moan out sweetly.

she said, rolling her eyes. "Age is just a number!" Travie shot back, lifting his glass to laughter and cheers. "Alright, it’s getting late," Bisila said, standing up. "I’m heading home before any of you try something stupid." "I’ll walk you," offered the blonde guy. "Oh, so you can have me all to yourself, Daglous?" Bisila teased. "No, no, I just—" "I’ll walk with you," the man in the hat interrupted, his voice smooth. "If you don’t mind."

He let go of the skin on my neck and looked at me, pressing his nose to mine, "we're too far gone, Unicorn. We crossed the line a long time ago." "This is going to complicate things. If we carry on, we'll complicate things." "That's great," he smirked "I love complicated." I looked into his brown eyes, before I spoke my mind, "no matter what you do, Arrigo, I'll take your life in three months." He closed his eyes as though what I said actually turned him on, "yes, I love your dirty talk," he growled out sinister-like before he ripped my shirt and savagely took me like the hot headed beast that he is. ~~~

Ugh how annoying. "You won't?" Jiwoon asked, a little disappointed by his reaction. He then slowly started to stroke his shaft making Yenn flinched in surprise. "Mmh...wait.." He tried to struggle away but he just ran out of strength because of his touch. Jiwoon is such a pro. He really felt so good when he stroked him slow and hard. He closed his eyes, feeling the sensation of his hot palms on his shaft. "Ahhh.."

“Please, Jiro… I need you…” Jiro didn’t waste any time. With a swift, powerful motion, he thrust inside, burying himself deep within Haru’s body. Haru cried out, his entire body shuddering as the sensation overwhelmed him. Jiro held still for a moment, letting Haru adjust to the intrusion, his hands gripping Haru’s hips tightly. “You feel so good,” Jiro growled, his voice rough with desire. “So tight… mine.”

My legs don’t give out under me. Akio is on both knees, holding a finger under William’s nose. He quickly looks to Sensei, a little bit of relief in his voice. “Sore wa kare no byōkidesu.” Gojo Sensei nods, his face serious. “What’s going on?” I step forward again. It seems like my legs are too frozen to move at the pace I want them to. “What’s wrong with him?” My voice is rough, panicked. The dagger drops from my hand. “Akio, what the fuck is going on?”

Especially Emma Sutton, who seems to see his next target. He was wearing a suit and black trousers at the bottom. He also wears an expensive watch that makes the guys stare at it. "Thank you everyone...so let me introduce myself first," he said, then let out his wide smile. "I'm Mr. Gojo, your instructor for today. Maybe you're asking, "Why not Mr. Rayven?" I mean, yeah, I get it. It might look like he's much more familiar with you guys, but I have to do this job or I'm dead," he said to them, joking while wearing a weird smile.