Matt Riddle Cock Novels & Stories

I took a cautious sip. “So,” Matt said, leaning against the railing casually, “what are you doing out here all alone?” “I just wanted some quiet. I needed to clear my head.” He chuckled, low and disbelieving. “Quiet? Or hiding?” I ignored that jab, taking another sip. Then he tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly. “Do you have any relationship with Rissa’s fiancé?” The drink nearly slipped from my fingers. “What? No!” My voice shot out too quickly, too sharp. I cleared my throat. “Why would you even say that?”

I couldn't deny it, he'd been through a lot. And still, still, I was buried in Miranda's cunt and he turned his ire on Matt. "Matt, I dare you to suck Tom's dick," he said. "Cock," I corrected him. "What?" he asked, incredulous. Matt, in the meanwhile, was vehemently refusing the dare. Loudly. "The Hog is a cock. It's a big, fat cock. You don't call a tool like I have a penis, or a dick. It's a cock."

It already had a lot of comments and reshare, and it was still climbing. At the top was a photo of me and Matty. Underneath it was a second photo. Cole and I. The caption read: “Riley Brooks used Matty for a year before dumping him for campus golden boy Cole Donovan. Looks like somebody found a better upgrade.” For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. Then I scrolled down and saw the comments. They were even worse.

"You have a thing for that cocky jerk, do you?" That prompted Melissa to let out a guffaw. "No way! He is horrible." "One of these days the council is going to pair us up with one of the beta lads! What if one of us ends up mate with Roger?" She had a terrified expression. "I cringe at the thought of being arranged to mate with that bossy oaf!" her eyes suddenly popped open wide. She seized Rosalie by the arms and yelled, "Oh my God!" after which she asked, "but I do wonder."

“It’s… ridiculous, though.” “Well, aren’t most dreams? I’ve had random ones before. Wanna hear about it?” Allison couldn’t help the small smile that curved her lips. He was trying to make her feel a little better. She could afford to humor him. “Sure.” “I can remember three dreams that really stood out to me over the years,” Matthew began. “Because they were so ridiculous.” “What happened?” “Well, I was a librarian in a small town, and then all these cows suddenly kept trying to come inside the library.”

Once we reached the backyard, we saw Ryker standing in his wolf form protecting two trembling boys from the Beta of RedForest "Those two brats belong to us" who I'm guessing is the third in common said from behind the large gray wolf who was baring his fangs and Ryker wasn't going to back down as he snarled >Take Reggie and Liam inside< Ryker's voice rang in my head and I watched Mattie make his way across the yard towards his older brother and get the boys and as he made his way towards me, I saw the third shift to his wolf form and launch at Mattie but I shifted to my wolf form and tackled the asshole grabbing him by the neck and growled

A familiar voice speaks sharply, and I suddenly feel a strong presence pressing against my back. Matty glares at Tobias as Tobias brazenly leans forward and presses a gentle kiss on my cheek. I don’t move. My feet remain rooted where they stand as I don’t want to cause a scene, but my blood is boiling in my veins. What is he doing here, and who does he think he is, interfering in my personal affairs? “And who are you?” Matty mutters darkly, thrusting his hand forward. “I don’t think we have had the pleasure of meeting before. I’m Matty, Ryans’ coach.”

He was in a discussion with someone else too. "Matt," I called, my voice low and even. "What brings you to this place?" Matt's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape route. "I... uh... I'm just here with a friend," he stammered. He looked scared, guessing he didn't mean to actually bump into me tonight. I raised an eyebrow. "A friend? Who might that be?" Matt hesitated. As I watched Matt struggle to come up with an excuse, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. I had caught him off guard, and now he was scrambling to cover his tracks.