Novel & Cerita Justin Bieber Fanfiction Rated R

Justin’s voice was close to my ear as he spoke this time and I tried really hard to control my racing heartbeat as I tried to focus on his question. “No, I- I forgot—” A nip to the side of my throat made me whimper, grip tightening on the top of the couch, and then a gasp followed suit when Justin sucked the pinched expanse of skin into his mouth, “Of course you did. You little, bratty liar.” Justin declared as he pulled away, hands caressing my ass while I trembled. I blinked up at Blaze whose eyes were fixed on Justin, hand slowly caressing his hard on.

I guess his clean records were nothing but smoke and mirrors, the initial preppy, straight laced college student image I had of him going up in smoke. I turned and looked at Justin, taking in the fact that he was shirtless, a raging hard on sticking out of his pants and he had the look of a sexually frustrated male that had been interrupted while he was in the middle an intense make out session with heavy petting involved. This bastard had asked Bianca out on a date and was all but dishonoring her with these two girls present here. THIS was the guy Bianca wanted to choose over me? Cold aversion and burning loathe filled my veins.

“I am within my limits. You ask your fiancé to stay within his limits. I would like to jump off a cliff before even attempting to make a pass on him. He sucks. He is an a*sshole.” This girl! I needed to teach her a lesson. “The room you are living, the roof under which you are breathing, the food you are eating. It all belongs to my fiancé.” “I give a shit to whomever it belongs to. If you don’t like your fiancé staying here, then better keep him inside your panties so that he won’t put his hand in my panties!” What? Justin tried to … He tried to be intimate with her? And what kind of girl was she? She was not happy with the attention she was getting from Justin? Was she asexual or something

I felt an ache between my legs, something that rarely happens to me, but here I was seriously lusting after him. I clamped my legs together, dreading that he would smell me and he would pull away out of modesty because whether I liked it or not, he was out of my league, and it would be stupid to mistake pity for anything else. That thought alone cooled whatever I was feeling, and I returned my gaze to the book. Justin returned to the bathroom to dress up. I knew it was for my benefit. He returned and lay on his side of the bed. "You like the room dim?" he asked, adjusting himself in his bed.

I was fully invested in what we were doing, the thought of the consequences long vanished from my head. “I'm gonna confess. I saw pictures of you, and that's why I got transferred. I convinced my mom to let me come here and immediately I saw you that day at the airport, I knew I was going to do anything possible to get you writhing beneath me like this. I can obviously afford to get an apartment, but how else would I have made this sick fantasy I had about my mum's best friend come true? I may be younger, but I can make you feel good. I bet I can do it better than those old men you let grace your hot body.” “Trey–”

"Your sister posted something online. Then deleted it. But my daughter saw. She sent screenshot." She holds out her phone. It’s Rihanna’s private story. Four lines, black background: _i love him_ _it’s wrong_ _i don’t care anymore_ _if i can’t have him i don’t want anybody_ No names. But Amaka’s daughter wrote under it: _who???_ Rihanna replied, then deleted: _the one i can’t._ Mom is crying quietly. "Jake. You know anything about this?" Jake feels blood leave his face. He looks at the screen, then at Mom. The lie is right there. _No ma._

Once I'm got him in my mouth, all thoughts of how insane this is completely fly out of my head. I bob my head up and down on his thick côck, jerking him with my hand and playing with his balls. Oh my god! His taste? Heavenly ! His scent? I am sure I can't get over it. For a moment, I wonder if this is all we're going to do. Just a quick blow job, then off to class. Luckily, Justin has other ideas. He hauls me too my feet and starts tearing at my clothes. In the mirror, I watch him strip me naked.

Greg asked Arthur with interest. “There's this I*******m account,posting her pictures I think, a fan page, check them out”. Arthur brought his phone and swiped to a particular post and showed it to them. “Well! She's not looking bad afterall,I just imagined her swallowing my cum”. Justin said and stroked an imaginary shaft. “Thanks for this Arthur. I can now jerk off with her pictures,she looks innocent. It's rare to see such a look in a woman these days”. Greg replied, staring at the picture.

My sister frowns, falling back into her seat, her arms crossed over her chest. I laugh, ignoring how pissed this is getting her. “Okay, serious talk Justin Bieber, what do you like about this annoying creature here?” I ask, nodding towards her. “Umm, well sir...” he begins, turning to her, his cheeks flashing red. “ I don't like anything about her, I love it all. Rachael is a remarkable person, she's nothing like anyone I've ever met, she seems like a good book that makes me sad after I'm done reading it because it's fiction.

'Your turn,' he said, smirking, but his gaze was hungry, flicking over my soaked clothes. I peeled off my shirt too, left in a lacy bra that did nothing to hide my stiff nipples. His eyes darkened, and he stepped closer, the space between us crackling. 'Fuck, Sabrina, you're... beautiful.' We huddled against the back wall, sharing body heat as the temperature dropped. No signal meant no rescue till morning. The rain drummed relentlessly, isolating us in this primal bubble. Conversation turned personal, old crushes, missed chances. 'I always had a thing for you, you know,' Justin admitted, his breath warm on my neck as we sat thigh to thigh. 'Back in school, I'd jerk off thinking about you.'