Novel & Cerita Great Short Short Books

Gina said with her mouth full. Selena looked at her with a confused face. "Have you been reading more of those books?" She was referring to the books on Gina's desk that had weird titles like "How to properly unlock the door without the key." , "Speak like a smarty pants!" , "Who are you? I am the ugly world?" , "Books for people who are cops." And other titles. Selena didn't even want to think of how silly the contents were. Who on earth even wrote those books and where did Gina even get them?

“Someone who actually reads. Who’s been broken before and didn’t turn careful forever. Someone who… sees me. Not the version I put on dating apps. The real one. Messy and scared and all of it.” The words hung there. Vulnerable. Too much. Callum went very still. His hand moved to his jacket pocket. He pulled out the wrapped book and set it on the table between them. Sloane stared at it. Her throat felt tight. “Who was it for?” she asked, voice small. He rubbed the back of his neck. “My date. She mentioned Zaha Hadid once. I spent three days hunting this down. Essays on beauty in architecture. Stupid, right?”

I was only wearing a thin tank top and sleep shorts, everything else was still burning in my apartment. “You’re lucky I got to you when I did,” he said, his voice getting rougher. His fingers brushed the edge of my shorts, teasing. “Let me make sure you’re really okay.” “ Brock… what are you…” My words cut off in a gasp as his thick fingers pushed under my shorts and found my panties. I was already wet. Whether from fear or the way this massive firefighter was touching me, I didn’t know. “Shh,” he growled softly, leaning closer. “Just relax. I need to check everything.”

“I am a good friend. That’s why no stripper. Got you wine early, now I can take you home to tuck you in early for a good night’s sleep. I know you can’t handle your wine.” “Fine,” Shorter responded. “I’m swimming. You coming?” he asked as he shucked his underwear. “Soon as I finish this beer,” responded Taller taking a seat in the granus at the edge of the pond. Shorter stood up on the rock I had recently been lying on. I got a good view of his well-hung muscular form just before he dived in. He surfaced in the middle and began swimming around. My luck ran out just as he neared my hiding place. A fish chose that Woman Of The Houseent to nibble my bust surprising the crap out of me. I jumped

His body, which I knew from the look of it was hard, was perfectly defined in his white sando. When the bell rang, I groaned in frustration. That was already two hours? That wasn’t enough! I want to watch him more in this state, fantasize how rough he is on bed, and how good he is a fucker. I could say that that was the shortest two hours of my life. “Hello, Lila! Finally you answered your phone. I’ve been calling you for almost an hour now.” Mira, the landlady of the dorm I was bedspacing at, loudly said in my phone.

“Not even close, baby. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum.” THE END. PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2 — HOTTER AND EVEN BETTER!

Above my head, the phone chirped and sang, "Hush, little baby, don't say a word, Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don't sing, Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring." Mom pulled out the ice tray, took the bag of minced meat, and spread it on the floor to inspect it. I was about to burst into tears. "Beatrice, are you an idiot? You actually froze your phone in the refrigerator. It's no wonder you didn't answer when I called. What exactly is inside your head?

“You are pathetic.” Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public.” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.”

He looked up from whatever mess of papers he had on his desk, his dark hair all rumpled like he'd been yanking at it in frustration, and hit me with, "Elara come in and shut the door." My throat felt like it was closing up, my pulse thumping wild as I locked that door with a click that hung in the air like a dare. I'd picked my outfit that morning knowing damn well what I was doing: this ridiculously short plaid skirt that skimmed my thighs like it was allergic to coverage, the kind that yells "trouble" without making a sound. Paired it with a blouse so sheer it might as well have been a suggestion, molding to my body like a second skin. Bra? What bra? My nipples were already standing at att

Long Story Short, I survived. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────