Novel & Cerita Kinks Tired Of Waiting For You

"Aren't you tired?" “No. What makes me tired?” I opened and stretched my hole. "Look over here. Why should I get tired? It's begging for you." He moved his face closer to it, so I opened my legs wider. "What are you waiting for? Eat it now while you still can." I let go of the cut on my private part, and now he's opened it. "It's tight and beautiful. I want to lick it." With each word he utters, it seems like giving me so many butterflies. "Really? Then do it."

And that is how locker s*x turned into angry s*x. “Ah Kyler ! Fuck !!” I spoke through gritted teeth when Kyler suddenly pinched and twisted my n*pples pleasurably hard and went King Kong with his Big Gong inside my tight chute. I did not know which was more arousing- his dirty talk or watching his thick pink sausage thrust in an out of my squelching hole in front of the locker room’s long mirror. Grrrrr. Oh shit ! I just realized that I was into and had a major kink for it, coz it did not take long before I was disobeying my furious mate and creaming all over his joystick just because of it.

In fact, his cock had already gone completely limp. A sad situation at thirty-one; he was sick of trolling for pussy. Same old, same old. A quick fuck and suck, goodbye, then on to the next town. He was getting old if he’d been fantasizing about fucking the same woman a different way every night, rather than a different woman the same way every night. Yeah, that one woman superstar in his lurid fantasies was none other than Channing Kinkaid. A temptress with her gold-flecked hazel eyes. A nymph with a riot of brown curls tumbling between her shoulder blades.

"Our engagement party is going to be bigger than anything you saw tonight." There it was again: next time. For ten years I'd followed him, from a little border town all the way to the Sinclair estate, surviving one hail of bullets after another and collecting more scars than I could count. And all I ever got in return was next time. I looked up at him and said, quietly, "But I can't wait for next time." His brow creased. "My father is very sick." "I want him to see my happiness for himself, within the week. So he won't have any regrets."

Swallowing tightly, I lowered myself to my knees, rubbing my clammy hands against my clothes as I waited for him to arrive. Long moments passed and it seemed as if the Alpha King was nowhere around because I waited for hours on my knees but he didn't show up. My knees were aching badly but I persisteted, hoping he would show up soon. Eventually, I grew tired of waiting for him on my knees and just sat down on the floor. Despite all attempts to stay awake, exhaustion finally took a hold of me and I dozed off while sitting, my head titling to the side.

Not because I didn’t think I could. Because I was afraid I’d be like mine. But now, I want to be there. It’s too late. I open my messages. Knoxx: Please just talk to me. Five minutes. That’s all I’m asking. Delivered. But I know she won’t answer. I wait anyway. I sit in silence, letting the seconds crawl by. Nothing. No dots. No reply. Just silence. I send another one. Knoxx: You don’t have to forgive me. Just don’t shut me out of his life. Please.

The gave, After the last time we talked, the wey we ended the condrrsation, I had thought we were done for real But— Reaching for the door handle, I pretended to fiddle with it, my hsbfs trembling. Not out of fear though. The sick feeling of having a kink fulfilled. Like getting into a cab and getting kidnapped nu the smoking hot driver you’ve been davrsdxing about. Now yiu have to act scared so he doesn’t suspect you’re already wet for him.

“You never mentioned that.” “I probably forgot. Daddy has to work, okay?” “Can we just have a quickie before you leave? Please?” Zane pleaded, voice turning hopeful and a little whiny. Kade’s eyes widened. “What? We’ve been going at it almost every hour for the last forty-eight hours. Aren’t you tired?” “That’s still too little. I’ve been deprived of that big dick for years. Let me have all the fun I can get. Take one more day off. Tell him you have an emergency or something.”

“Because I’m tired. I’m tired of loving someone who won’t love me back.” I see the way my words affected him. The way he stiffens. See the way his eyes flickers with pain...yet he remained mute. And that does it for me. I'm tired of waiting for something that won't happen. I sighed and started walking towards the door so I could open it for him to get out, but Gavin outstretched his hand and grabbed mine. Stopping me in my tracks. I took in a sharp inhale. It is silent for a brief second before he finally utters. “Midnight hasn’t happened yet.”

he exhaled and cracked his knuckles. Watching him more relaxed, I dared to ask, “What are these marks from? Every time I wake up, I notice my hands and ankles are purple bruised as if they were bound or restrained. Are you into fetich game you haven't told me about? I don’t mind if you have a kink, but I’d prefer if you confided in me.”