Knock Knock By Daniel Beaty Novels & Stories

"Shirley, come down! We need to sort this out in person!" I stayed inside. She hollered for half an hour before giving up and leaving. The next day, Darcy's sister-in-law knocked on my door. "Shirley, please open up. Just a quick word..." I kept the door shut. It was day five when Becky dropped a bomb in the family chat. [Becky: Some folks get too big for their britches, thinking they can even take their mother-in-law to court. Just wait till they're old and see if anyone's there to care for them. You reap what you sow.]

He stayed there, throat working and swallowing repeatedly around the thick cock as if he wanted every single drop Henry could give him. Henry was shaking at this point. The heat at the base of his spine built fast and sharp and almost unbearable. His cock throbbed hard against Daniel’s tongue and the soft walls of his throat. He was only seconds from losing control completely when a loud knock suddenly echoed through the entire apartment. Both of them froze in place. The knock came again, harder and more impatient than before. “Cole? Reyes? It’s Patty from housing. I still need that inventory signature. I can hear you moving around in there. Open the door.”

knock knock There was a knock on the door “come in” Adrian said without looking up as he knew only Joe was brave enough to enter his office at this time of the night. The first thing Joe noticed when entered was his boss reading a file, while sipping a cup of coffee, he wonders who drinks coffee at night, his boss is a workaholic everyone knows that, he’s very hardworking, and that why all the employees in the office are hardworking and diligent as well, Joe shook the thoughts out of his mind and focused on his boss who had his head bowed reading a file.

She needed rest. Needed to figure out what came next. But just as she pulled back the covers— A slow, measured knock echoed against the door. Her heart stopped. She turned slowly, her breath shallow. She already knew who it was. Because only one person in the world knocked like that. Deliberate. Patient. Unshaken. Adrian. Claire’s pulse roared. For a second, she didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Then—another knock. Firm. Steady. Unrelenting.

I did believe her, didn't I? “Fuck.” I groaned out loud, dragging a hand through my hair. I didn't want to doubt Rea. But I couldn't ignore the possibility that someone was using her connection to Heath to get close to me. And if that was what was happening, then... A knock sounded against the door mid-thought. I looked up just as it opened and Daniel stepped inside, wearing a hesitant expression “What?” I snapped at his silence Daniel swallowed, opened his mouth, closed it shut ana swallowed again. “For fuck sake, would you just talk already”

I have to go on a business trip for a week, so I get a cat-sitter to come over and feed my cat Muffin while I'm away. But on the second day, when I check the live footage from the living room surveillance camera, I see my fiancee, Kate Swanson's childhood friend Samuel Lambert enter the password for the front door and walk into the house. Then, he throws a grape into Muffin's bowl. Samuel Lambert raises an eyebrow in the direction of the surveillance camera. "Hey, Jonathan. Muffin is a smart one, isn't it? It's not touching the grape at all." Then, as I watch in horror, he unplugs the surveillance camera. I feel my heart sink, and I immediately ask the cat-sitter to head back over and ch

And before I could overthink myself out of it, I walked toward it quickly. My heart pounded strangely the closer I got. I lifted my hand and knocked softly against the door. Silence followed. A few seconds passed and I wondered if maybe they were asleep already. I was just about to knock again when suddenly the door swung open. Daniel stood there. His eyes landed on me instantly. And then his brows furrowed deeply. “What the fuck are you doing out here in the cold?” he snapped immediately, sounding irritated before his gaze swept over the way I was visibly shivering. “You trying to die or something?”

**Knock, knock, knock** I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard someone knocking a few times on my bedroom door. Immediately, I climbed out of bed and tiptoed towards the door. "Who is it?" I called out. "It’s me," a man’s voice replied. I closed my eyes in dread when I realized that Rowan was the one standing on the other side of my door. It was already way past midnight, so I wondered what it was that he wanted so late at night. "Why are you here? Is there something that you need?" I asked without opening the door.

The knock wasn’t polite. It wasn’t even normal. It was the kind of knock that said I’m not asking, I’m entering - three sharp bangs, loud enough to rattle the chandelier above us. All four of my brothers straightened instantly. Rowan’s glass paused halfway to his mouth. Silas’s jaw locked. Kieran set his tumbler down with a quiet, deadly click. And Damon - Damon was already moving before any of us exhaled, crossing the room in three long steps.

Daniel pushed further with his length, hitting a susceptible area within me, and I shivered. Daniel chuckled. "Just putting my hot, hard member inside you, you came hard?" he's teasing me. You really don't know how to knock, do you? I've already told you that knocking isn't my forte. "Breathe, baby; this will be hard and fast!"