Him Him And Him Novels & Stories

He clears his throat and stands. “Sassy , sweetheart, we’re so glad you’re here. As you know, Janelle and I went through a crazy incident together up at the hunting cabin. But we’re fine,” he says in a firm tone. “No one’s hurt and we’re both totally fine.”

"Are you okay?" He repeated again as if it wasn't strange just bumping into him here. "Yeah I am." I mumbled under my breath. It felt unrealistic to bump into him, yes we lived in the same city but far from his street. I'd wanted nothing to do with him and in that short period of time where we had stopped communicating, I could almost swear that I had lost the feelings I had for him but seeing him here now, his hair grown much more, his tan darker and the presence of more tattoo on his arms and chest area, I could see from his short sleeved shirt. His eyelashes were curled upwards and he had tweaked a few of his eyebrow hairs off.

But I wouldn't tell him. He turned around slowly. I was looking at his feet. He was in front of me pulling my chin up and making eye contact with his hard dick. He tilted my head back slightly and looked into my eyes. "You are mine, no one else gets to see you like this.”

He demanded but I was too lost in the pleasure to contain myself. When I climaxed, he kept going for another minute before he climaxed inside me. He held onto me before he said, "While I am still inside you, my name is Bo. I know your name is Jake. I heard you talking to Bun, my brother." I was out of breath and quite aware that the only reason that I am still standing is because Bo was holding me. "I tell you this because I want you to have a name for the man who just made you his." Bo said.

As he sinks deeper, the pleasure-pain envelopes me and I wrap my legs around his waist. My heart and body expand fully, welcoming him all the way in and I sigh softly. Roberto Mennetti is a very dangerous man in more ways than one. But he's my hero in every single way.

When he stood directly in front of me, I almost turned to butter. The man's smooth voice sent shivers down my spine and somehow, straight to my dick. What the hell was happening to me today? Slowly, I stood up, praying in my heart that my knees do not buck before this man. "Tyler Thompson." I gave myself a mental pat for not stuttering. He cocked his head to the side a little, amusement taking over his expression, "A lovely name". "Would you like to share anything you might know, Mr Thompson?" He crossed his arms over each other, his muscles bulging in the process.

“Yes, you said that, when you met me, you would know.” He pulled back enough to look into my eyes, letting out a frustrated growl. “Women,” he muttered. “Take everything so liliterallyLittle one, you need to relax, you are not being tested under some microscope. We need to see together if we are a match, f we fit together like a puzzle. Understand?” I nodded, despite still wanting reassurance. I pulled him close again, needing to feel him against me.

He yelped when Elijah threw a chunk of meat at him. Adrian laughed. Maybe he could trust him, he felt relaxed. Maybe nothing is going to happen as long as Elijah has promised he had nothing to worry about. "My name is Andrew and you are Adrian, don't you see, it's like fate wants us together. A&A we would make such perfect couple--oww!" He glared at Elijah. "Throw one more chicken at me and I am stuffing your face in the toilet." He warned and Elijah picked up another meat but the man already bolted for the door before he could throw it.

he told “Just that? Not happy? She asked to which he shrugged “At the end of the day, I am still a loser! A man who has no one right!” he told Anjali looked at him and leaned on his shoulders. “As long as I exist you are never alone in this world Arun! That's a promise” she whispered, loud enough for him to hear a smile broke his lips and he leaned a little closer to her and felt her hold his arms tight.

Spotting it, he limped over to it and motioned to his wrist and pointed at me. "My wrist?" He nodded then pointed to his ankle and then at me," and my ankle." He nodded then motioned to the stick and to his eyes and then at me," what?" I asked not getting it. He snapped it in the middle and I gasped dramatically. And even though I couldn't hear myself clearly I said," your dick broke?!"