Miguel Pussy Is Mine Lyrics Novels & Stories

Mine is Scott by the way, no matter how stupid or dumb he is, he is still kind of cute Till later humans 💙💙 See you when I publish the next story💙

There was no pity, only frustration. Jealousy and rage pierced him to the core. He was angry, and most importantly, he was jealous. He became frantic with jealousy. The signs were there, obviously, that she had been drugged. Even at her most vulnerable state, it seemed that Julio was the only one that came to her mind. “Shannon, you’re mine! Only mine! I’ll never let you go back to Julio! You’re mine until the end of time!” He lowered his head and kissed her lips passionately. At this time, desire and yearning crept into him, making his blood race.

Cage: As I paced around the bus anxiously, Miguel placed a hand on my shoulder, trying to calm me down. I swiftly slapped it away. "Why the fuck are you showing me sympathy? You want to fuck her too, don't you?" As soon as the words left my mouth, Miguel's face turned sour. The hurt in his expression didn't bother me. I already knew the truth. That's what he wanted. He wanted to fuck her. "Wait, what the fuck is going on?" Ace grunted, looking between Miguel and me.

We slide through the dance floor and Lupita like a good friend, turns the lights off and turns on the luminous globes on the sides, there’s no one around us. Just the melody of the song, my love wrapped around me and the sweet taste of the moment. Through the hourglass I saw you In time you slipped away When the mirror crashed I called you And turned to hear you say If only for today I am unafraid Take my breath away My love Take my breath away My love, take my breath away My love You love Take my breath away I keep Maggie even tighter and I say it so she’ll know. “Only you take my breath away, baby, you drive me crazy, forgive me if I was a fool.”

Fingers laced with mine. When we came — together, shuddering — he whispered against my lips: "You're mine, Mia. Weekend or not. Parents or not. I don't care. This pussy belongs to me." I nodded, tears pricking. Not from pain. From how much I wanted it to be true. But morning would come. And reality. What then?

His mouth was hard on my nipple, biting and sucking. I tried to resist. To act like his touch had no effect on me. Who was I kidding? I let out a moan of pain and pleasure, digging my nails into his back. I wanted to touch him too, to feel his bare body. I made a move to remove his shirt but Miguel grabbed my hand and stopped me. “You belong to me. I don't belong to you.” “What does that even mean?”

Milka swung her legs on the chair next to my girl, her little head bobbing along to the beat. The lyrics fell from my lips, and my gaze stayed pinned on hers. Her eyes widened and filled, and she lifted her hand to her mouth. You’re not broken, baby, you ain’t shattered, Maybe a little cracked, but darlin’, I can fix you if you let me. Let me soothe the sting, let me kiss your scars, Let me wipe your tears and dry your cheeks, I’ll hold you tight and love you deep. I smile as I sing, strumming on the guitar.

I kissed him hard, letting him taste himself on my tongue. He flipped me onto my back, crawling over me like a storm. His mouth devoured mine, trailed down my neck, across my chest, sucking kisses into my skin that I knew would bloom into bruises by morning. His hands slid between my thighs, coaxing me open, preparing me with a kind of patience that made me ache. “Miguel…” His eyes were sincere, his hands gripping my thighs softly. “Miguel, I want to fuck you.” “Please, do,” I begged like it was the only thing I wanted.

I match his movements meeting in the middle and then the words…his voice and the meaning of what he is saying registers in my head. “Oh! Yeah! Baby! Just like that! You are so fucking perfect! You were designed for this, for me and our mates, weren’t you? The goddess certainly knew what she was doing! You are amazing! I won’t last much longer!” Miguel moans in succession. “Baby, I-I’m cumming!”

I managed to utter, my voice trembling with confusion. Miguel held up his hand, taking a few steps back, creating distance between us. "I want you to stay away from me," he declared. "Why?" My voice wavered, struggling to maintain control. Miguel was my only lifeline in this situation, and I could not understand why he was pushing me away. "I'm your mate, we chose each other." "Disgusting," Miguel responded with a furrowed brow and a cold tone. "What?" I could not believe my ears. Did Miguel just call me disgusting?