Hold Me Tight Comic Novels & Stories

I flail under Xavier's hold. Immediately after seeing my reaction, Xavier holds me tight. Tighter than he ever has before. It's as if he's creating a lock on my body, preventing me from escaping. His legs folded over mine, and his arms pulling me close to him. He's stronger than anyone I know, I stand no chance in escaping his grasp.

This was a brutal claiming. He held me tight against him, my legs wrapped around his waist. He did not pull out. He stayed deep inside me, letting my body adjust to his size, his overwhelming presence. "Good girl," he whispered, his lips at my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "So tight. So hot. My perfect little thing."

An action that made my eyes widened in utter surprise for goodness sake! Now, I became more unease being defenseless withh ow tight he was holding me right now. So tight that I couldn't even bloody move both of my arms para makatikim man lang ito ng isang dosenang magkakapatid na suntok sa mukha dahil sa mapangahas nitong pagyakap sa'kin ng ganito!!! "Release me now you shit!" Nagpupumiglas kong sigaw rito while trying so hard to escape from his hold.

He sat up and grabbed me and pulled me to the ground on top of him and said, “you will find out when I am ready to tell you cutie. It wasn't anything bad or embarrassing I promise." I gave up and said fine. I tried to get up but he wouldn't let go of me. I knew one way to make him loosen his grip. I reached in between us and grabbed his d*ck and sure enough, he let go of me. He moaned out loud and I giggled.

A giggle escapes me as I stuff the picture into my pocket and turn around, Xander stands there with a small smile on his face. Something in me urges me to walk to him; I do. I place his arm around my waist, instinctively he tightens his grip bringing me closer to him. I grin and place my hand on his shoulder and we intertwine our fingers. I'm about to sing but he cuts me to it, "It's crazy, 'cause I love you but I never told nobody. And I want you to hold me tight 'cause I'ma hold your body. I know exactly how you feeling, never met nobody real but I'm the realest.

When the uptight gym coach named Cassandra walks in to say dating time is over, I nearly beg for them to stay. I rise to see them off, desperate to touch them again to test my theory. “Well ladies, I really appreciate your time. Maybe we’ll be able to find a way to get more comics,” I say, smiling as I stick out my hand. Without missing a beat, they both step in my personal space and before I even know what’s happening they’re both palming my half hard dick through my jeans. “The pleasure was ours,” they both say, each one ear. I blow out a hard breath and feel faint. When they pull away from my crotch I nearly cry and beg for them to return. But when I blink, they’re already leaving the ten

I replied to him immediately. "But how?" He asked me back. "Show me!" He grabbed my shoulder even tighter. I tried to jerk his hand, but he didn't even step back with my strength. Okay, Aurora, concentrate. I sighed and tried to push my hand away from him, but damnit, he held me so tight. "YOU HELD ME TIGHT!" I said this to him while making pouty lips. He chuckled as soon as the smile aroused his lips, but as something smacked in his mind, he looked at me with his serious eyes.

Held me. Nose still tucked into my neck. Breath shallow. One arm wrapped tight around my middle like he didn’t trust himself to let go. I stared at the ceiling. Chest too tight. Throat closing like something stupid was lodged inside. I should’ve made a joke. Should’ve pushed him off. Said something snarky to remind him that I didn’t want this, that I was just doing what I had to do to survive. But I didn’t. Because the way he held me, the way his fingers pressed a little tighter, like he didn’t want me to slip away—

"You and Clara are a perfect match. I'm truly happy for you." Rocco let out a low chuckle. He didn't pull back. Instead, he moved closer, his warm breath fanning across my ear. His hand slid down from my cheek, stopping at the nape of my neck. He knew my body intimately, knew that was one of my most sensitive spots. His fingertips drew slow circles, his voice low and husky. "Is that so?" "But Harper, if I recall correctly, when I was teaching you how to hold a gun, your heart was pounding louder than the gunshots."

He said pretty much straight forward as he had his fixed forward and kept ok going up and down like I weighed nothing. I clutched tighter and held onto his neck in the most uncomfortable way for me as I could feel his raw skin underneath me. “If you really want me to win this then you’ll have to loosen up on your hold a little lollipop. I’m getting a mental picture of how perfectly round you are right now.” I said it like it meant nothing as I could feel him laugh a little as I hit him a little on his back and loosened up a bit.