Loki Dirty Whispers Novels & Stories

He deepened the kiss his hand stroking her intimately finding her hard little love button he circled it with his thumb and she moaned against his lips as he pushed two fingers inside her, ‘You want more little Wolf?’ He pressed against her and she opened willingly urging him to take her again he did not need to be asked twice his cock was hard and ready and he eased it in to her but she was having none of that. Gripping his hips she arched up to meet his thrusts and Loki pulled her legs up to his shoulders and thrust harder moving his hips until he found her g-spot making her cried out his name again as she orgasmed but he did not let up he carried on taking her with him until she came again

I know where the line is, and I know how to walk it without falling. He finally lifts his gaze. Gray eyes. Cold as the barrel of a gun. He’s in a black button-down, sleeves rolled. There’s a silver watch on his wrist and a blade on the desk in front of him, not decorative. He likes to clean his knives when he’s bored. Or when he’s thinking about someone who needs to disappear. “I’ve been hearing whispers,” he says calmly. “About you.” My blood turns to glass. “Oh?” “You’ve been spending time in the South District.”

Aiden took a few photos, then came over, bringing them up on the screen. “I like the third one,” I said. “I look constipated in the last one.” Conor snorted. “Okay, we’ll use the third one.” He passed me Milka, then plugged the camera into the laptop and copied the picture into another folder. Then he brought up the browser, went to F******k, and headed to the Dirty J. fan page. Whoa. So, he wasn’t joking about the questions. They had hundreds of notifications and messages, and it looked like they were all asking about Milka.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

This damn strange sensations I get when I am in his presence is going to drive me insane. “ I will bend you over and spank you until you listen to me and be a good little one,” he whispered in my ear with a deep low husky voice. My bottom lip quivered out of fear because I don’t know if he actually meant it or was just trying to scare me into staying with him. I stayed quiet, not wanting to test that theory.

My vision swims as I’m drawn deeper into the swamp. “I’m going to break you on your husband’s cock,” Amos croons as it carries me over its shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “I’m going to fuck you until you plead with me to release you from your sorry life.” There’s nothing I can do to block out the filthy, horrible things that spill from its twisted mouth. Instead, I fight against its hold, kicking my bare feet into the torso of Jake’s body and pounding my fists against its back. But my efforts don’t seem to slow it down. To my horror, it seems to enjoy the way I struggle. Its fingers dig into the soft flesh of my thighs tight enough to bruise.

He struck the opening chord again, and this time, the slow-burn magic took over the room. As we sang together, the lyrics acted as a double-edged sword, cutting straight through the lies and secrets we were both desperate to keep. Kingsley took the first line of the medley, his deep, velvety baritone echoing off the acoustic panels of the studio. When Kingsley sang about wanting to "rewrite the stars" and change their fate, he was looking directly at me. > "You think I'm easy to find, mister?" > "No, I think you're... a dirty little secret."

My mouth was chapped and empty; my fingers slid out of me and were suddenly replaced by his. “Oh my god,” I whispered as soon as I felt him touch my clit. “I missed this,” he said. “You still get wet for me. Tell me, did your little gay boyfriend finger fuck you this way?” That little rumble in his voice when he spoke dirty. “He wasn't as good as you.” “You don't exactly break up with your boyfriend and let another man ruin you, do you?” He slid two fingers in, his thumb grazing my clit—and good god, I could see stars from the heavens. In and out they went, making flapping sounds as I held on to him. His dick touched my stomach, and in that moment, he moved forward and back.

She was still a little puffy and sensitive from last night, but so fucking wet that my fingers made obscene squelching noises as I pumped them deep. “Oh shit—Leo!” she gasped against my lips, her hips bucking wildly, riding my hand. Her juices ran down my wrist. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” I growled, curling my fingers to rub that spongy spot inside her while my thumb attacked her swollen clit. “My own stepsister getting finger-fucked in a closet because she can’t stay away from my cock.”

Lila yelped. “Answer me when I speak to you, slut.” “Yes…” she whispered, humiliated. “Yes, what?” “Yes, Sir.” Viktor chuckled darkly and spread her ass cheeks wide, staring at her cum-filled pussy. “Good girl. Now keep that ass high. I’m nowhere near done breeding you tonight.” He pushed three thick fingers into her sloppy cunt without warning, stirring his own cum deeper inside her. The wet, obscene squelching sounds made Lila’s face burn with shame.