Gravity Falls The Hand That Rocks The Mabel Novels & Stories

I used my hands. I tore through them. Literally. I painted the black glass of the floor red. It was messy. It was gross. And god help me, it felt fantastic. I cleared a path to the dais in seconds. Heriberto looked down at me. His face didn't have eyes anymore, just two white spots, but I could tell he was smiling. "The Monster approaches," he boomed. His voice vibrated in my teeth. He flicked a finger. Gravity reversed.

I kept thrusting through her orgasm, drawing it out until her legs shook. I pulled out and sat on the closed toilet lid. “Come here. Ride me.” Mabel straddled me immediately, facing me. She grabbed my cock and sank down, taking every inch in one smooth motion. She started riding me slow and deep, grinding her clit against me with every roll of her hips. Her big tits were right in my face. I sucked on one nipple, then the other, biting gently while she bounced faster. “Fuck me, baby,” she whispered. “Use my pussy.”

He puts both hands on my back, lifting me up a little so I don't put so much weight on my delicate hands. "That’s cheating!" Elliot yells, coming at us out of nowhere, "Don't touch her or you're disqualified." "Ugh, shut your mouth," I mutter under my breath. My whole body starts shaking again when Luc lets go of me, but I'm able to slide more than I did before. It's extremely hard, though. And it gets much harder when Marea gets in the rope too, "Tell her to get off, Elliot, she's going to break this thing!"

Giving up pretenses and glanced over to Mable whos jaw dropped. “Oh, I didn’t realize,” Mable stammered. “Who is this?” She asked, looking back at me. “Names, Moonbeam, if anyone asks,” she said, reaching across and extending a hand. “Excuse me as I don’t care to show my face, I haven’t put it on in a while. Also, I’d ask you not to tell anyone about me. We don't care for the attention.” Bri said matter of fact as Mable’s hand reached hers as she leaned over me, my hand instinctively touching her thigh, which Mable noted. I felt a very slight pulse of power swell from her and leak into Mable. Her fingers gripped around Mable’s holding her in place.

“Never. I’m right here, sweetheart. We’ve got this.” The doctor’s voice cut through the chaos, “She’s fully dilated. On the next contraction, push.” I turned to Mabel and smoothed the damp strands of hair off her forehead. “You're stronger than you think.” She nodded. Another contraction hit. Mabel arched off the bed and pushed until she was breathless. “Come on, love,” I murmured. “You’re doing amazing.” She bore down again, tears streaking her cheeks, her whole body trembling. A sharp, glorious cry filled the room.

I pulled away from the hug and looked at Mabel " I don't think I would ever be able to face him. Maybe never again " Mabel only nodded. She was a much more cry baby than I was. We hugged again, My head splitting. We stayed like that for minutes. Damn this is killing me. Is this what heartbreak feels like???

I dazedly opened my phone. In a ten-second reel, Corbin was carrying Mabel while doing squats. In the sweltering summer heat, he wore a sleeveless tank top, and she wore a miniskirt. With every moment their skin touched, I felt sicker, though I was just watching it through a screen. Without saying a word, I double-tapped the reel and continued eating my lunch. Mabel clicked her tongue and said, “Aren’t you mad?” I looked at her, somewhat confused.

Mabel managed to dodge, but shards of glass tore across her face, arms, and thighs. She fell into a gap between cabinets. Smoke spread rapidly around her. Mabel couldn't stop coughing. Her leg had been hit, and it hurt badly, so she had to use both her hands and feet to crawl out while coughing. Every few steps drained all her strength. By the time she reached the door, she couldn't go any further. Desperately, she reached out her hand for help. "Help… me…" She raised her head weakly and saw Lennon's cold expression.

He started to look up when somebody screamed. Annabelle’s scream ended in a grunt of pain as she hit the lighting rig. One hard bounce, and then gravity immediately sent her sliding ground-ward again. She reached up, scrambling for a hold somewhere along the steel frame of the rig. Her right hand touched a smooth steel bar, but she couldn’t keep her grip. The metal might as well have been coated in oil. She caught a bar with her left hand, but her grasp couldn’t withstand the downward momentum of her body. She slipped off. Like a cartoon character running off a cliff, she pumped her legs, stretched her arm, and snagged the last bar with the tips of her fingers. She locked her left hand aroun

I looked up, startled by the curious tilt of her head. “You’re not listening,” she frowned, her little brow furrowing in that way that always reminded me of Thomas. “I’m sorry,” I admitted, reaching across the table to take her small hand in mine, “I’ve just got a lot on my mind today. But I’m here now. What were you saying?” Mabel hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward as if sharing a secret, “I was telling you about the butterflies we saw outside. They were so pretty, Mommy. One landed on my hand!”