Knock Em Stiff Book Novels & Stories

I keep swinging my legs, trying to hurt him. His mouth comes back to mine again. Swinging my head, I hit his nose. His scream is loud. He still has hold of my arms, and I’m trying to pull free. He just gets angrier. His body pins against mine. I can feel his cock, hard, pushing against me under his trousers.

I muttered, flipping through the pages of the book. I was still searching for any alternate spell when the door burst open. Karen breezed in, pausing at the threshold looking like a wild boar ready to fight anyone on its way. I quickly closed the book and dropped the candle with a thud. It rolled to the side, flame extinguishing on impact. “Have you about the word, ‘knocking’?” I queried, irritation lining my voice.

Knock! Knock! Knock! "Go away!" I groaned, shifting closer to that warmth beside me, sighing in content but the annoying knock came again and I groaned again, opening my mouth to chase it away but a hand suddenly clapped over my mouth, shutting me up while my eyes flew open and widened when I stared into a pair of dark grey orbs. My brows narrowed in confusion, letting out a struggling sound from my throat but he brought a finger to his lips, silencing me

She won't ever knock, She's got the keys. -------- KNOCK KNOCK-------- The knocking goes louder and louder each time I step back in terror. I cover my ears from keeping myself to listen to my death. Eventually, the knocking stopped. I control my rapid breathing by covering my mouth with my hand. I close the gap between the door-nob and me, Suddenly, someone bangs the door as if they are trying to break it. I ran towards my room so fast that I was followed by an animal trying to make me his dinner.

Sophia's POV "Let me go!" I screamed, twisting myself against his grip. But he didn't stop pressing hard. Instead he slammed me harder against the bedroom wall, the force knocking the breath right out of my lungs. "I am not interested in your money, and I am definitely not interested in sucking your fucking cock!" I yelled into his face. He didn't flinch. He just stood there, towering over me, his dark eyes locked onto mine. Up close, the man was so annoyingly handsome that I couldn't help but notice

BAM. Martha stiffened immediately, fingers tightening in my shirt. I frowned. That knock wasn’t Sofia’s. It wasn’t hesitant. It wasn’t cautious. It was angry. Impatient. I shifted Martha off my lap gently. “Stay here,” I whispered. “Don’t move.” She nodded, eyes wide. I walked to the door, each step deliberate, jaw tightening with every echo of the knocking. BAM. Open up! A voice I recognized—one that always came with trouble.

She wrapped her fist around it and stroked once, slow, feeling the heavy pulse against her palm. Books shifted when he stood and pulled her up with him. He turned her, pressed her back against the metal shelf. Several volumes toppled, landing in a soft cascade of paper and cloth covers that still seemed too loud. He lifted her skirt fully, hooked her panties to the side, and notched the broad head of his cock against her cunt. The first slow push stretched her open, inch by thick inch, the friction intense because he refused to rush. She felt every ridge, every vein, the way her walls had to yield around the girth of him. A broken sound tried to escape; she bit down on her lower lip hard eno

The knock came at 9:07 a.m. Not the soft tap of a neighbor. Not the impatient rap of someone selling something. This was the kind of knock that carried authority in its rhythm—two firm knocks, a pause, then two again. It sounded official enough to make your stomach believe it before your brain could argue. Noah froze at the kitchen table, pencil suspended above his workbook. My belly tightened instantly, the familiar band of pressure, and I pressed my palm there beneath my shirt like I could hold my body steady with my hand. In for four. Out for six.

"Let's start with appetizers." June's midnight blue orbs scanned one of the hard back books that weren't open yet but laid off to the side of the desk, picking up it's title in the process; FOOD FOR ALL. Written in lowercase alphabets beneath it were the words; well detailed cook book, a must have for every chef. She reached forth and grabbed the book. Almira too lost in the book she had to notice.

The floor felt sticky under my knees. He pulled out suddenly. “Stop. Bend over the cart.” A metal book cart stood nearby, its wheels locked. I bent over it, ass out, books stacked high behind me. He pushed in again and began fucking me steadily, his hands gripping my shoulders and forcing me down, my face pressing into a pile of returned books. “Smell them,” he ordered. “Old paper and dust while I pound you.” I inhaled the musty scent as his cock slammed into me. The cart rattled, books shifting until one tumbled off and hit my head lightly. I groaned as pleasure built, my balls tightening.