Lust System Novels & Stories

I said with the smile still on. I heard him growl, and he drove his hand into my abdomen. I felt him grip my liver. I cried out into the empty parking lot, my voice echoing. People were inside and didn't know what was going on. Even though he ripped out my liver, a new one would have just grown back. That was the power of the magic Suzana used on us.

" He went on, and Payton only responded with a shake of his head. "No, master, I'm afraid that's all the information I can get so far. I will let you know if I get more information about it," he answered while clearing Michael's empty soup bowl. Michael looked pensive as he tried to digest all the information. "Hmm, since the past track was deleted on purpose... it will definitely be very difficult to get it back. We need to do it fast before Emma gets married." After being silent for a moment, Michael suddenly got a bright idea.

I said, he immediately let go of my hand and I walked away as fast as I could towards the girl's bathroom. I took my time to wash it off my chest I had another ten minutes till the break ends. I sigh pulling my shirt over my bra and staring at my chest. I always carried a napkin with me, So I go wash and dry that sticky stain of juice over my chest, I was glad my bra didn't get as wet. But I could see the faint black color of my bra through the shirt under the strong white light of that mirror. But As I could just carry some books in my hand to solve that problem.

He would find a way to strike, even from prison. --- Next Morning—Dino's Private Vault The room was clinically lit, lined with safety boxes and biometric locks. At the center was a single case—polished mahogany, bearing Dino's security insignia. Tomiwa stood beside Dino as the case opened, revealing the glinting treasure inside: an ultra-rare blockchain-based coin, minted during the inception of LazTech’s crypto division. It had multiplied in value over the years, a digital artifact tied to the most secure network in the world.

I said waiting for a reaction because we had somehow plotted and I had made sure to do the job of taking Naya Rose the supposed Luna out and so she wouldn’t ever come back but I was wrong I didn’t kill her. “This is why I don’t let you handle such jobs Flavin, you’ve messed up big time, what if she regains her memory before our plans fall into place and expose you to the pack, you know if she exposes you I risk being exposed by your flippant lips,” He said to me in an angry and frustrated tone which make me shiver because he was a dangerous man and I knew all of that but I didn’t expect him to be too shaky and almost hitting me.

He thrusts away and I close my eyes, fantasizing that Chris Hemsworth, dressed in his Thor outfit, is kissing my neck and parting my legs, his hand raising the skirt of my ballgown higher and higher… "Urgh nnnnnn…" Rob's finishing sound rudely interrupts my fantasy and with a quick kiss he rolls off of me, breathing heavily. He looks at me, realisation washes over his face and he looks a little frustrated, as though my inability to orgasm in the few minutes he was inside me has ruined the evening. "Sorry, do you want me to stay inside you so you can…' "No, it's fine, uh… it's gone now, it's fine honestly." I'll sort myself out properly later once you've gone to sleep. I don't add.

She should forget about her embarrassment. She lifted one leg and slung it over his shoulder as she clung even harder to his neck so that she would not fall. She saw the sudden change in his expression. His eyes seemed to be on fire as he stared at her. Does the man still feel lust even if he is no longer erected? She inadvertently moaned when his hand caressed her raised thigh. The warmth of his palms on her skin was making her feel hot. She didn't expect him to kiss her thigh.

I hung up again. Me: I’m in a taxi!! Don’t want everyone to hear my business. Bestie: Why Clandor?? Huh? Was that a typo? Did she mean ‘what Clandor’? As I stared in confusion a follow-up message popped in. Bestie: Kylie, that guy is a hoe.

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.

Jake was nineteen and in his second year of college. Everyone called him a p**n warrior because he knew the girls so well. Even when they wore masks, he recognized their bodies—the shape of their tits, how their ass bounced, the way they moaned. But this new blonde girl, SweetLily, had him hooked bad.