Knock Em Stiff Book Novels & Stories

Another stroked my hair and whispered, “Take it all, mate. Let the knot fill you.” Thorne started moving faster. Not long strokes anymore because the knot would not let him pull out. Just hard, grinding thrusts that made the thick swell tug and push against my stretched walls. My breasts bounced with every slam. Wet, filthy sounds filled the den every time his knot rubbed inside me.

*Knock Knock* They heard the knock again disturbing them from their moment again. "You have to attend the door," she said breathily. "I will when you give me the answer," he said as his finger made their way to her nipples and pinched them. "Ahnmm~~" she moaned. "Say yes," he demanded as he pinched her other nipple too. "Yes!" she answered unable to withstand the sweet pressure. "Good," he said as he slapped her breast lightly making her shrink into the sheets. "Wait for me," he said as he dropped a kiss on her forehead. When she nodded, his hand sneakily slipped below and pinched her clitoris sending a shiver that shook her body.

"Now you all should be on your knees" "Yes ma'am" they chorused as they all knelt down. "Noe Irene please make this look like you just took advantage of your enemy's weakness, hold out his left hand, take a deep breath and loosen yourself moving all your strength to these two fingers, you have three strikes, one on his forehead, his shoulders and his neck which would decapitate your opponent to a point where he's subconscious or rather unconscious. Watch this" Emily uttered as she made the three strikes so fast that it was hard to dictate where she had her first strike, staring at the maid as she fell to the ground. She was decapitated as Emily said earlier, this was thrilling and very excit

“The alcohol must be giving you courage to flirt with me like this?” Knock, knock— Suddenly, a knock sounded at the door. Alana stood there, smiling brightly, with a teasing tone, “What flirting? Did I just hear something I shouldn’t have?” I reflexively pulled away from Frank’s embrace, stood up quickly, my face burning with embarrassment, and tried to steady myself. “Ala... Alana!” Frank remained unmoved and took the initiative. “Why didn’t you knock?” Alana, feeling somewhat guilty, still tried to act tough. “Didn’t I just knock?”

I pulled closer, my heart launching into a rapid drumming against my ribs as I raised my trembling hand and knocked on the heavy wood. At the first knock, there was absolute silence. No sound of footsteps, no voice answering from within. I waited a bit, the tension in my veins tightening with every second that passed. Just as I drew my hand back, about to knock for the second time, the brass door knob suddenly whined. The lock snapped open, and the heavy door pulled inward. My eyes met Ember.

I needed to create the perfect opportunity for my escape. I did a seductive dance, like I was some stripper, but didn't take my clothes off, while I moved subtly toward an item I spotted that would come in handy. "Yes, baby. Make Daddy hard," he spoke dirty, touching his dick through his pants. I wished he would just shut the hell up. His eyes trailed me all the way till I got to the item - a big book, like some ancient encyclopedia with a back cover made of wood. I grabbed it and quickly swung at him. I landed a successful hit, smashing the book in his head. He fell back, then I took to my heels.

Not a single fucking hair on her head. And Remo? He’d opened a door he wouldn’t know how to close. I am going to kill him. Eventually. But not until he watches everything he cares about burn. By the time I took the bucket off, he was breathing in wet gasps. “Talk.” He shook his head. So I broke two of his toes with pliers. Then three more. By the time the bone saw touched his kneecap, he cracked. "Wait—wait—FUCK, STOP! There’s a book—there’s a fucking book, alright?!"

He grabbed my arms, turning me around fast and bending me over the living room table. My breasts pressed against the cold wood, my nipples still sticky with his cum. He kicked my legs apart, his hand sliding between my thighs, fingers brushing my wet vagina, making me shiver. I felt the head of his penis press against my entrance, ready to thrust in deep, when a loud knock pounded on the front door.

Without warning he snatched a book off the nightstand and threw it at me. It came to me instinctively. “Read this. To keep your light brain busy .Maybe teach you how to knock.” he said sarcastically, sounding far too composed for someone who had just been inside another woman. My cheeks were burning. I kept quiet and looked away angrily. Even though I wanted to throw the book at his arrogant face I held on to it tightly and turned to leave. I have to go back to my room. It's quiet and peaceful then. Now though, the quiet was painful. Breathing heavily I leaned against the door after I slammed it behind me.

I felt like he was tearing off my clothes the way his eyes studied my whole body. "Are you nervous Miss Mason? You can leave now and drop this job if you won't cooperate with me!" He behaves the same as Mr. Grey in the movie I recently in love with, Fifty Shades of Grey. He was so rude and frigid. "No, sir. I need this job! I promise not to let you down!" I beg for him and he just laughed so hard. He stood up and walked around me. My legs are sweating I swear. What if he will suddenly kiss me again and, wait, what am I thinking? I shook my head to obliterate the dirty thoughts I have in my mind.