Love Stroke Novels & Stories

Her hands grabbed my hard dick, guiding me to her entrance, but she didn't sink down yet. She held me there, the head of my cock just brushing her wet, hot folds and the sensation was maddening that it took mad control not to thrust my hip up to enter her. “She’ll never have this part of you,” Loraine whispered. “She’ll never know what it’s like to have you desperate, obsessed...She’ll never be loved like I am.” Then she sank down, taking me inside her slowly. "Fuck... Loraine", I growled out as I buried my face in her neck, my hips instinctively pushing forward until my dick was deep inside me.

“Yes.” Cheers, encouraging jeers, whistles of admiration and applause, poured from their spectators in the restaurant. Lemuel reached for her left hand and slipped the ring onto her fourth finger. He felt her hand trembling in his and rose, placing a kiss on it. Amidst the continuous cheer and applause, he drew her close and enveloped her in his arms. Tentatively, she rested her arms around him, though she couldn’t control the tremors on her body. He inhaled her scent. This rose fragrance was growing on him. Maybe he would start a women’s perfume line, who knows?

He added. “Wow, I thought you'd be against it. That you won't like it." She said moving closer to him. She had secretly added viagra to his meal without him noticing it. He hard started to sweat and feel very horny. He pulled her closer to him and started taking off her clothes as she happily smiled and obeyed his every touch on her body. “That was fun," Leo said a few minutes after their pleasure. “Well, that was a thank you gift for being the world's awesome husband."

Time stands still, freezing everything for a second, except for his pounding heart and the weak strobe light that still flashes in a cadenced pulsation. I have to visit the ladies room.' She whispers in his ear, too intoxicated to notice how dangerously close their faces are one of each other. Her words sting, but their power sends chills down his spine. If only she knew what her breath does to his skin, feeding his limerence with hopeless desire. I'll come with you. I don't want you to get lost.' He replies, shaking off the goosebumps that crawled all the way up to his hair. Holding hands, they make their way through the crowd, his mind still in a frenzy. He got used to her not returning hi

I turned around to face him and slammed my lips on his in response. I couldn't speak. I didn't know what to say. I have no words. He wrapped his hand around my neck loosely and kissed my hand, his free hand grabbing my ass possessively. I love him so much. So much. I closed my eyes to savor the feeling, the feeling of having him hold me close, the feeling of having him hold me like a real lover. "Open your eyes." He whispered into my mouth. I slowly opened my eyes and stared into his brown orbs. "Are you in?"

Pain shot up my arm, sharp and unforgiving. My tears soaked the paper, blurring the butterflies until they were smeared and broken. Tristan. Emily. Never to be together again. I had loved him for years, this man I twisted myself around like a piece of wrought iron, bending and contorting just to stay bound to him, to grow in his shadow. Only by tearing at the very fibers of my soul—twisting muscle and bone, shredding myself raw—could I finally let him go. It felt like an eternity had passed when I looked up again.

Storm howls in my head and I see her tears falling from her own eyes, “he hates us.” I sit there crying, feeling defeated, broken and foolish, then warmth surrounds me, his arms tighten around my body and his scent fills my nose. My arms move and I clutch the front of his shirt in my hands, my head tilts up and his beautiful sky blue eyes look down at me. I try to speak but my throat is dry, my hands move from his shirt up the back of his neck and into his hair and I fist it, pulling his face closer to mine, a sexy smirk plays on his lips and he eyes twinkle and he brushes his lips to mine and sparks fly through my body. His lips move on mine, and he nips my bottom lip and my mouth opens,

Chloe turned around in a dramatic sway as her blonde hair flew with the wind in her lover’s awe. They meet ackwardly and discuss about it briefly. Lukas heartly chuckled his Luna lover as to her troubles meant nothing in comparison to what he has going on. Which was exactly same topic on his mind, “I was meaning to tell the same to you my dear.” “Who knew we were on the same wavelengths my love” He continued to be complacent and understanding to the best of his abilities as he assures her it not the case and he holds both her hand in his empty palms and stare at them before he kisses them planting his lips and looking at her lovingly.

Weak. “Am I?” Loveth’s voice was silky smooth. “Maybe. Or maybe you’re just not as clever as you think you are. Maybe you thought you could sneak around, play with fire, and not get burned.” Her gaze hardened, the pretense of pleasantry vanishing. “Let me make something crystal clear, Novah. Ashton Vince is *mine*. He has always been mine. He will *always* be mine. Whatever pathetic little fantasy you’ve cooked up in that shallow little head of yours… forget it. It’s over.”

Every stroke sent vibrations into my soul. The mate bond sang between us as Liam rolled me over and placed himself between my legs, kissing me intensely, his tongue sweet against mine. I felt his erection twitch against my wetness, and I knew we would be up all night, absorbing and loving each other in the most unbreakable and sacred ways.