Jock Locked High Novels & Stories

"I've heard so much about you." "Have you?" His voice was cold, distant. "Oh yes. Your reputation as a hockey player has reached even our pack. And of course, I've been looking forward to our engagement announcement." Jaxon's jaw tightened. "I think there's been a misunderstanding. I'm not interested in an arranged marriage." I tilted my head, giving him a confused look. "But our fathers have already agreed. Surely you understand how important this alliance is?" "I understand plenty. I also understand that I have a mate."

That unnatural, electric connection. “Why are you helping me?” she whispered. “You could’ve left me there.” His eyes lifted, sharp and unreadable. “Because I couldn’t.” Her breath caught. There was something raw in his tone—something almost… guilty. Before she could respond, his phone buzzed. He turned it on speaker. A rough male voice said, “Alpha, we’ve got movement near the northern ridge. Rogues again.” Rhett’s demeanor shifted instantly. His eyes gleamed silver, his posture straightened. The air in the cabin seemed to tighten around him, charged with authority.

Tom’s turn came up, the bottle landing on him, and he drew a high card, standing tall as he hooked his thumbs into his waistband and shoved his pants and boxers down together, his cock springing out heavy and thick, already half-hard with veins bulging along the shaft, the head flushed dark and glistening with a drop of precum at the tip. “Lose it all and let one of the girls touch you, anywhere they want, for a full minute, no holding back,” Jake announced, and Lena and I exchanged a quick glance, her eyes wide with lust mirroring mine, before she reached out first, her hand wrapping around his shaft firmly, stroking from base to tip slow and deliberate, feeling him harden fully in her grip

I can hear the jingle of keys. "Now," I growl, and slam my hips down. Jake cries out, a choked sound that I swallow with my mouth pressed to his. His cock splits me open, thick and unyielding as he bottoms out in one brutal thrust. My pussy clenches around him, walls fluttering at the sudden invasion. "Quiet," I hiss against his lips. "Or I'll make sure you never play football again." He nods frantically, his hands gripping my ass so hard I know there will be bruises tomorrow.

All he could see was Milo. He watched through a pair of high-powered binoculars as Milo exited the library. He saw the way Milo adjusted his oversized hoodie, trying to hide the "bouncy" curve of his rear that Jax found himself dreaming about. He saw a group of jocks walk past Milo, and Jax’s hand instinctively went to the heavy wrench he kept in the door pocket of the truck. His knuckles whitened. Don't look at him, Jax thought, a dark, possessive growl vibrating in his throat. Don't even breathe the same air as him.

THE BASKETBALL'S TEAM PLEDGE 4. He didn’t ease in, but fucked me like a mam high on drugs, with long, brutal strokes that made my eyes roll back. Every thrust slammed into my prostate and sent jolts of raw ecstasy through my body. My cock swung hard beneath me, leaking steadily onto the sheets like a broken faucet. Another player, Jamal, the point guard with a lean, ripped body and a thick nine-inch veiny monster, crawled in front of me and shoved his cock down my throat without warning.

My expression remained impassive as I looked at the milk cartons that Hannah was holding. I could tell at a glance that they were the discounted ones that were close to their expiry dates from the grocery store downstairs. The sales assistants were constantly trying to sell them off whenever I passed by the store. I unlocked my apartment door and placed my groceries on the cabinet. At the same time, I shoved my foot against the door and prevented Hannah and Thomas from entering. "You have something to say to me, don't you? Out with it."

Inside a full packed clubhouse, still trying to go undercover, Marcelo forced himself through the crowd, limping, his entire lefthand locked in a cask, a mask and his over grown hair covering his face, space left only for his eyes to see. He followed the familiar corridors of the back setting of the club, now his club. Inside his final destination, he limped himself over to a seat, behind which stood a girl in a black hoodie and ripped skinny jeans. Everyone else just watched in utter silence as he descended onto his throne.

she breathed with lust. Nick slid his hands under her bare bottom and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist. “What’s the Headwall?” Matt asked. Nick slid into her sex. She muffled her voice to keep from crying out. She braced herself against the edge of the counter. “A big . . . big . . . slope . . . full of twist and . . . turns,” Jackie struggled to get out. Nick pumped into her. “That slope sounds dangerous. You didn’t race them on that thing, did you, Jackie?” Jodi asked with concerned.

Kinks: anal, threesome, double penetration, mxm, spanking The echo of slamming lockers still hung in the air of the empty school changing room, the faint scent of sweat and chlorine from the nearby pool lingering like a promise. Chris's heart pounded as he peeled off his jersey, his dark hair matted against his forehead from practice. Jake and Derek were already stripping down beside him, their muscular bodies glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights. Jake, the blonde powerhouse with that confident smirk, locked eyes with Chris, his thick cock already half-hard and swinging free as he kicked off his shorts.