In Too Deep Novels & Stories

“You’re ours. Every inch of you.” The second slid behind her, kissing the back of her neck, whispering filth in her ear as the third began to push inside, slow, stretching, claiming. Tears pricked her eyes from the burn, but the first kissed them away, his lips soft even as his hand held her jaw firm. “Breathe, little dove. Let him in.” When he finally seated deep, filling her completely, she sobbed out a moan, trembling in their arms. “Perfect,” the third groaned against her throat. “So fucking perfect.”

“Same here.” He rolled out of bed, and I couldn’t help but watch as he started getting dressed. His movements were effortless, confident and I found myself staring at the way his muscles shifted under his skin, the lines of his body strong and defined. I bit my lip, a flush creeping up my neck. Last night had been… intense. More than that, it had been a reprieve. Lately, depression had been a heavy fog, clinging to me, making every step feel like wading through quicksand. My father’s death, my mother’s breakdown, the endless questions with no answers—it was all too much. But with Alex, in those stolen moments, I could forget. In his arms, I could let go of the pain, even if just for a little

" I raised my foot, the sharp heel landing on his shoe. Lucas gasped and suddenly wrapped his arms tightly around me, his voice whispering in my ear. Seeming almost frantic. "We're not even, Rachel. Do you think I'm still the same Lucas you used to manipulate? "Rachel, you should pay the price for your deception."

When I just got out of rehab, I saw a parked Audi. This luxury car appeared out of place next to the small rehab center. I glanced at it and was about to leave. The person who got out of the car called me. It was Mark. He looked more mature than three years ago. But I only took one glance at him.. My teacher at the rehab said it was impolite to stare at others, especially someone you liked. Having spent three years at the rehab, I had been completely brainwashed by teachers there.

“This is what you needed, isn’t it? My cock inside you while you’re still soaked from class.” “Yes… fuck me harder,” she moaned. Her breasts pressed against the desk through her shirt. Her nipples were rock hard and sensitive. Professor Kane reached around and rubbed her clit in fast circles while he pounded into her. The dual stimulation pushed her toward another orgasm quickly. Her legs shook harder. She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy filled the room.

(I MEAN U) “I solemnly swear I am up to no good… Especially When I am all alone with you.” ----- Anonymous ----- “NO available rooms, huh?” Dylan smirks commenting in a mix of a disappointed tone, yet in a teasing way as they three looks winningly and up against Clay.

I understand now that they were not even close to capturing what it actually feels like, because there are no words big enough for it. My legs stopped working and I went down hard, my knees hitting the cold stone floor of the ceremonial circle and my palms scraping against the ground as I caught myself. I stayed there on my hands and knees for a moment just trying to remember how breathing worked, while the bond continued tearing through me in waves and the white dress spread around me on the stone floor like something broken.

Father said before he left the room and I gulped nervously. “Get some rest.” Mother told Zion and me before she left the room, and I ran a hand through my hair before sighing tiredly. “Congratulations Mia, you have once again managed to make everything worse than it could have turned out. For both of us this time.” Zion said before he left the room and I sighed tiredly. Zion is right, I just keep digging a deeper hole for myself and everyone else around me. I am the problem, this all started with me.

he called my name in a deep voice. I took a deep breath and quickly walked up to him. Then, I crouched down and met his eye level. I must have been incredibly nervous and timid. That was because I saw a tiny version of myself in his deep-set eyes, and even my lashes seemed to be fluttering. I secretly took a deep breath, plucking up my courage to raise my hand. Then, I held his hands, which were placed on the blanket. "Hello, Mr. Blackwell. I'm Leah Young," I said.

His cock pounded his hole without an atom of mercy, hitting his prostate over and over. "Fuck! Fuck, Ivan!" Shawn cried as he buried himself deeply into Ivan's tight entrance. Ivan's hole greedily swallowed his entire length, his pubic hair pressed into Ivan's butt cheek. Overwhelmed with so much pleasure, Ivan stretched his legs wider, desperately yearning to meld his body with Shawn. He yearned for them to move together as one, their connection deepening with each stroke.