Novel & Cerita Hook Line And Sinker Spicy Chapters

The tile was smooth and hot under me, steam thick around us, making my skin flush. I took Hunter into my mouth first, and my lips stretched wide around his thickness. I sucked deep, my cheeks hollowing, tongue pressing flat under his shaft, swirling around the fat ridge of the head. Soap and pre-cum mixed on my tongue, salty, slick, and a little bitter. I bobbed slowly at first, taking him deeper each time, then faster, letting him hit the back of my throat on every downstroke. Spit and soap ran down his shaft to my hand, and I twisted my wrist in time with my mouth, stroking what I couldn’t fit.

The pier seemed to loom before us as Erin said, "I never would've figured it out that you've played me like a fiddle if it weren't for Dean. Cassandra, I have to admit. You're a good actress. Too bad you fell into my hands. Dean is going to make you suffer." There was a boat docked at the pier. All we had to do was walk down the long gangway to board it. Despair and resentment rose within me as I saw the boat's propellers churning the water. I never expected to be dragged into the abyss, even after all my meticulous planning. We switched to several different boats along the way. As we made our journey to the final boat, it was going so fast that one of the two burly men and Erin both got sea

He groaned low and grabbed my ass with both hands lifting me up onto the desk in one move, spreading my legs wide so the slip rode all the way up. “You already are,” he growled before his mouth crashed down on mine. The kiss was crazy and hungry, his tongue pushing deep as he yanked the slip down exposing my tits. He pinched one nipple hard making me moan into his mouth while his other hand shoved between my legs finding me soaked. “So fucking creamy for me. This pussy has been begging since the first night.” I gasped as two thick fingers shoved inside me stretching me open, pumping fast while his thumb rubbed my clit.

"Get your heads in the game! If I see one more lazy pass, you can all spend the rest of the week running laps until you puke!" Sloane’s voice echoed through the Chicago Storm locker room like a gunshot. She paced the length of the tiled floor, her footsteps heavy and uneven. Every time she shifted her weight, she felt a sharp, lingering ache between her thighs. The memory of the concrete floor and Tatum’s rough fingers flashed through her mind, making her core tighten. She was still sore, her pussy feeling swollen and sensitive from the intensity of their encounter in the tunnel. The physical reminder of Tatum’s dominance was driving her into a frenzy of irritation.

Her gradual decent giving rise to his arousal, she felt Cazer stir in anticipation as she paused briefly in her progress. “This is the last moment we spend here.” Chiri conditioned firmly, before sliding beneath the covers. Her tongue licking the tip of his excitement in tortuously slow movements. Chiri then placed her lips around its swollen length. Unable to see Cazer’s expression, Chhiri began to suck with increased vigor as she heard him emit contented groans. The sheets suddenly ripped off from over her head, Chiri did not stop as she felt the intensity of his gaze on her.

Holy mint chocolate chip. Sparks and jolts began to course through my veins as Ryder’s mouth was locked on my core. My nails dug deep into his hair and I felt my muscles tensing up. My soft moans turned into screams as I felt his finger easing into me. All the while, his tongue lapped, licked, and sucked on my sensitive nub. A torrential wave washed over me as I found my climax and came unraveling on Ryder’s mouth. It didn’t deter him at all, in fact, it only made him hungrier for me. He let out a low growl as he licked my juices dry. “Goddamn, you taste so good,” he said through gritted teeth.

It seemed to come from inside my head. When in a chokehold, put your hands into the chopstick style, lean back as far as you can and ram them into your captive's eyes. I tried to do it but I was too weak. I'm not going to die this way. Adrenaline flowed through me, so with renewed energy, I arched my back, felt for his face and rammed with all my strength, my two fingers, especially the one's that had begun to grow long nails, into his eyes. I heard a groan and the grip on my throat loosened. I was able to scramble away from his hold. I brought out the gun from my side and aimed at his head. I heard the pop as it hit its mark.

My legs are hooked over his hips as I pull him towards me, needing him deeper inside. I can hardly breathe the scorching pleasure engulfing me is too much that for the third time I see fireworks screaming his name as my juices pour out of me. This guy has stamina. What is he waiting for? My head dips into his neck, his intoxicating scent drowning me as my cannie’s elongate. I lick and suck the skin before I find the spot on his neck. He tenses for a moment, sensing my sharp teeth piece his skin before he suddenly drills into me as I bite down hard, feeling the bond snap in place.

He squeezed, his thumb pressing into my windpipe as Sterling began to thrust. The rhythm was relentless. Sterling fisted my hair, using it as a handle to pump my head back and forth on his length. Each stroke sent him deeper, his cock sliding over my tongue and scraping against the back of my throat. I gagged, tears streaming down my face, the salt mixing with the pre-cum on my lips.

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