May God Strike My Dong Novels & Stories

My eyes return to her bare neck. What if I said damn it all? Damn the rules. Damn the past lives. Damn the curse. Damn the way things are supposed to go. What if I just claimed her right now? Right here? Would that change things? Could I change things? Would that be enough? Or would there be divine intervention? Would the damn Moon Goddess step in? “Thanks for coming,” I murmured.

Seeing that she was about to cry, Darryl smiled and said, "Tell me, why do you want to kill me? As long as you say it, I will open your acupoints! Otherwise, I can only hug you to sleep." With that said, Darryl shook his head and smugly muttered to himself, "Tsk, tsk. The mighty Water God has such a good figure. I wonder how many men in the world dream of her. I never expected that I, Darryl, would be able to hug her to sleep. This life is worth it." “You—” As soon as he said that, Gonggong's face burned hot. She was extremely embarrassed and angry. This bastard is getting more and more impudent!

“That’s strike one. You play baseball, you know what three strikes mean.” “What will you do?” “Get three strikes, and you’ll find out.” He threatened me with a sinister grin. Both hands were gripping my shoulders now, and he started back his rough fucking. I was as quiet as humanly possible, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I told him I was about to cum. I could feel his dick twitching as his grip tightened around my hips as he got close too. “Daddy’s going to breed your naughty ass,” he said. "Only I'm allowed to breed you from now on, understand?"

Bonnie "If you don't get your goddam ass down here right now, I swear to the Moon Goddess herself I'm going to get my fucking belt out and make you sorry!" My dad's voice sends chills down my spine and has my entire body shaking knowing the pain that it's going to endure very soon. My dad means what he says and, thanks to my prick of a brother, my punishment will be even more painful than normal.

But how could the God of War be so vulnerable? In the face of the aggressive strike, Thomas confidently extended two fingers and instantly stopped Dominic’s fierce and strong punch! The difference between them could be clearly seen!

They specialized in stepping on God, because this was the Forbidden Land of God. “Go f*ck yourself, Jones family!” Matthew Collins roared loudly. Charging into the lobby with a lunge, he threw a punch packed with explosive power. That punch smashed directly into the Jones family bodyguard who had spoken earlier. The force sent him flying several meters backward. A mouthful of blood was spurted out when he landed. “He who blocks the way shall suffer a horrible death,” declared Matthew. As soon as those words left his lips, Matthew stomped down on the man’s chest. The man let out a painstaking scream. His chest had been burst by that single stomp.

“Haha! Kid, glad that you are aware of this. Then, tell me, how are we going to fight against each other?” “My suggestion is that we give each other three strikes. Then, we shall see who falls after the three strikes! Well, you can certainly refuse my suggestion since you are the one who has the say now!” said Gerald. “Very well, kid. Are you trying to provoke me? Nevertheless, my son is already half-dead after being beaten by you. No matter how eloquent you are today, you won’t be able to escape death! However, I can see that you have a unique spiritual essence. If I can get your spiritual essence and use it on my son, it will not be a bad remedy to treat his injury! Since that is the case,

I only jerk as he whoops me. “This should remind you how fucking bad I want you.” He lands another strike and I jerk. “This should remind you, you belong to a bratva member. That bratva men don’t share what belongs to them.” Another, hot mind blowing strike. I’m wracking my mind in all possible ways to deem this act wrong. To deem it a violation but I can’t. Not when I’m feeling another round a wetness as Dima strikes me. Not when my hard nipples brush against the futon and accelerate the betraying feelings of need flooding through my veins.

He pressed something on the side, and the sofa shifted back a little, creating enough space for both of us. "You really want me to fuck you, yes?" He asked, gripping my thighs as he forced my legs apart. I nodded my head, unable to produce a sound. Domenico, as if he felt insulted by my lack of words, pushed my dress up and struck my pussy real hard, the sound of his palm meeting with my sensitive pussy echoed through the walls and a sharp sound tore through my throat. "Ahhhh daddy," I cried out, tears rolling down my eyes as my pussy pulsed, juices dripping down my legs.

I’m blazing hot and heavy in my hand. “You want your uncle to do it to you, bambina?” I murmur, stroking my cock through her slippery little white flesh. She moans as I brush against her clit. “Pray for my uncle's cock and uncle will answer that prayer. I want to hear you pray.”