Lidah Terasa Kasar Novels & Stories

I saw the agony on their faces. "You like what you see?" Khalid said to me and reached for my hair. I could not do anything. It seemed only my head was working, but I could not produce sound from my throat. I tried to speak severally but the words got stuck in my throat, it felt like something was there, and could not let the words pass. Khalid ran a finger on my forehead and leaned closer to my face. Our faces were inches apart and I despised his scent so much.

Like it was the most normal thing in the world to say something so explicit and dirty? "You're disgusting," I told him, trying desperately to sound firm and unaffected and like his words hadn't just sent a jolt of something through my entire body. But my voice came out weaker than I wanted, almost breathy. My body was still tingling, still warm, still responding to him in ways I hated.

He muttered a low, rapid string of words under his breath in a completely foreign, melodic, yet cutting language: *"Un mucchio di idioti che rendono le cose più difficili del solito." ~ A bunch of idiots making everything harder than usual. A sudden, violent shiver shot straight down my spine, so intense it made the hairs on my arms stand up. My eyes instantly lit up, my lips parting in a small, genuine gasp. I had never heard him speak another language before. The syllables rolled off his tongue with a terrifyingly smooth, authoritative cadence, but what truly caught me off guard was the pitch. The foreign words seemed to drag his already deep voice into an even lower, raspy register, a pri

It was like the sound that was produced from rough sand rubbing against each other. Everyone knew that her voice had gotten damaged a long time ago. However, this rough and gravelly voice now reached another level where it was difficult for anyone to ignore. It sounded like two pieces of rough sandpaper rubbing against each other. Subconsciously, everyone could not help but feel an awfully itchy sensation in their throats. Ray could not help stretching out his long and slender fingertips to squeeze his throat gently. "What's the matter with you?" Frowning, he asked, looking slightly dissatisfied.

He smirked happily and walked towards Lida's room. Lida still didn't know anything about what was out there, she was still sleeping, and her flimsy nightgown did not cover her sexy body, but only added to her inherent charm. Any man who saw her right now would have ignited the fire. Lida in her sleep, still felt a rough hand groping over her body, she thought she was dreaming, so she naturally enjoyed it. Wherever the rough hand went, Lida stretched out to respond. "Um... um..!" The soft moan that escaped from Lida's throat made Amold even more excited. He was stronger, and more violent, causing Lida to feel pain and startled awake.

KAIDA’S POV I could pay millions just to watch the surprise look on Liam’s face, over and fucking over again. It was so hilarious that I almost burst out laughing. I haven’t felt this way before. Happy, satisfied, contented…. Wow, the feeling was amazing. “Bitch…” he drawled, his jaw clenched and his eyes red with anger. “How dare you lay your filthy hands on me?” I scoffed at his words, driving my fingers into my hair. “Filthy hands? Dude, If I was given another opportunity, I would love to break your bones with these filthy hands.” I replied, a wide, satisfied smile on my lips.

Good. The word licks a stripe down my spine. I hit the dummy with a slash that would open anyone foolish enough to step into me, and I hear him again. Harder. The shape of harder is a command you can feel on the lips. Open on the har and closing with the push of der, like being shoved exactly where he wants you. It’s ridiculous that I notice this. It’s embarrassing that my thighs press together.

Adea tried to shout, but the pressure against her chest caused it to come out hoarse and raspy. “You listen to me and you listen well!” Lyda hissed through clenched teeth. “What I do with my life is none of your concern. I don’t care that you’re weak, nor do I care that you’re a frightened little child!” “Lyda,” Adea gasped and winced in pain. As she berated her, Lyda continued to apply so much force to her chest that it was becoming difficult to breathe. “Please, you’re hurting me!”

He was undoubtedly too large for me to handle easily. "Ohhh Lara, I'm coming, hmm!" Despite the discomfort and the unfamiliar taste, I persisted, guided by his hand as he urged me on. The sensation was almost overwhelming, bringing tears to my eyes with its intensity. "Ohhh god, so good." His release filled my mouth with warmth, but the salty taste was too much, and I spat it out, feeling a wave of nausea. "Ohh god, Lara, you shouldn't do that, look what happened to you!" "Sorry, I just wanted to taste it because you said it was sweet, but it's so d*mn salty and a little bit gross!" I chuckled nervously, feeling embarrassed by my reaction as he comforted me with a gentle rub on my back.

I was confused because my heart was a little racy like I’d committed some crime. ~~~~ AN: Saïda is smooth in her ways 😂 Your thoughts? Please like ❤