Hold Me Tight Comic Novels & Stories

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.

He pulled me back to him and made sure I looked at him “We’re not done talking.” I twisted my arm, trying to free myself from his grip but he tightened his hold on me. “I’ve told you everything already. Let go of me Aiden.” I replied, still struggling to loosen his grip “I want details. Tell me exactly who he is and why you meet up.” “You don’t need to know.” I said and he tightened his hold on me, creating a pain where his hands presses into. I winced in pain. “You’re hurting me Aiden.”

It happened so quickly I didn’t even have time to regain my grip on the wall or miss his absence. I was moaning and trying my best not to squirm, the wall wasn’t providing enough support anymore so I found myself holding on to him along with the wall, I was trying not to dig my nails into him. His mouth felt so good on my clit, his tongue so good he started to do things inside me I didn’t even know was possible. I could feel myself starting to get close to the breaking point. My moans became louder and louder, I was holding on to both him and the wall so tight I thought I was going to break the structure of the wall and leave bruises on his body. As if he knew I was about to explode He pulle

“Hold on!” Squeezing my eyes closed, I curled my fingers underneath the saddle and tensed my body. His reminder for me to hold on with my knees was the only thing I could remember but I wasn’t sure for how long I’d be able to hold on. My muscles were already starting to scream from the strain. “I got you.” Something brush my leg before an arm wrapped around my waist. “Let go.” I shook my head. “I’ve got you, sweet pea, I promise.”

"Give me what I want, and in case you aren't sure what that is, it's you coming against my hand." Another muffled scream and I feel her tighten against me, feel her come, and then collapse against me as her knees give out. Tightening my arm around her waist, I hold her up, as she tries to catch her breath. "You okay?" Her head rolls against my shoulder, as she continues to try and catch her breath. "Jesus Christ, Holden. I think you blew my mind," she laughs, running her hands along her body. My laugh is strangled. "You're lucky I didn't blow my load in my jeans." I pull her face around, kissing her soundly on the lips, giving her a taste of my tongue.

" Who are you? And why are you holding me? Let me go" " Waw, this is really a good one, she is just as beautiful as promised". I could hear one of the men say and I couldn't help but wonder what exactly e meant by that. " Let go of me". I said jerking myself off him but his grip tightened on my waist as he held me close. I turned and looked at Williams who was still being held by the neck and I started feeling sorry for him. " What if he dies from that hold"?. I struggled to go save him but who was I kidding? I couldn't even save myself from the hand holding me.

I said again, trying to sound serious even though I failed. He chuckled. “You’re the one holding me.” I blinked. “What?” He glanced down. I followed his gaze seeing my hand... That was still gripping his shirt tightly. Oh moon. My eyes widened slightly. I let go immediately like his shirt burned me. “How…” I muttered under my breath. I thought he was the one holding me. This was so embarrassing. I turned away quickly. “That’s enough," I said, trying to shut his laugh, but his laughter followed me, low, amused, and annoying.

“Why? Am I holding you too tight?” “Of course not. You can even hold me tighter if you want,” he said casually. “You can even go down a little, there’s something to hold as well.” I furrowed my brows, but realization hit me a second later. “Noahhh!” I called out, releasing my hands and hitting his back lightly but I almost fell off. “Heyyy! Relax and hold me properly!” he laughed. I held his waist again, but tighter this time since I almost fell before. I don’t know why, but I kind of chuckled to myself.

The edges of my hair scream as he tightens his grip and I lift my hands to fight. “Let me Go!” I scream at him as I try to get him to loosen his hold. He just laughs and pulls until I turn around to face him. His hand comes up to wrap around my throat as he holds me in place. I swipe a foot out to kick him and his hold tightens around my neck as he gives a warning growl.

He caught me in his arms, holding me still, so I can't move and fight them back. “Let go of me!” I shouted, a hint of panic and terror in my voice. The five men laughed at my desperate attempt to scare them off. The man holding me squeezed my arms. “Aww! She sounded so fucking cute. I wonder what sounds she’s going to make when I pound her from behind. Hahaha!” he sarcastically slurred.