Mr. Sy, Hold Me Tight Novels & Stories

I couldn't stop the soft cry that escaped me as I closed the last of the distance between us, he moving to meet me, all the love he felt for me brimming in his beautiful eyes. I hugged him hard around his neck, felt him lift me, holding me to him as I wrapped my legs around his waist and clung to him. His magic embraced me, the deliciousness of it wrapping me up and filling me to the brim with its heat. I refused to sob like an idiot, but couldn't stop the few tears that leaked out and darkened the collar of his T-shirt. "Syd," he whispered. "Oh Syd, I've missed you so much."

His voice sounded more angry and possessive than usual. Soo-Yun gulped and looked at him in disbelief. "What do you mean?" He pulled her closer and started moving her body with him slowly. Soo-Yun wanted to pull away, but Jun-Sang wouldn't let her do that. Her eyes darted around but no matter where she looked, no matter what she did or whom she talked with; he just wouldn't let her go. Soo-Yun could barely breathe. "Jun-Sang!" She tried to push away, but he held her tighter. She knew that if she pushed him too much, it would creat drama.

I yelled back as the pain intensified. Then I burst into uncontrollable tears, and I tried to move, but I couldn’t. I clenched my teeth and held my breath, but nothing I did was working. Instead, the pain continued to intensify, as though I was going to die. “This is not going to work on me,” Syrus said obstinately, and then he turned and began to walk out of the apartment.

Three Months Later: Bangkok ****************************** "Ahh...Siri..," Pai moaned as Siri bit and suckled at his sensitive collar bone. The older man was clutching and pulling at Siri's shirt, in what looked like an attempt to unbutton it. However, with the ministrations of Siri's talented mouth, Pai felt unable to do anything, except melt in the strong arms of the man he truly loved.

Strong. I exhale sharply as I hand the glass back to him, eyeing him as he sets it down on the coffee table beside him. In one swift motion, he uncaps the syringe and leans forward, toward me, holding it steady between his fingers. His unoccupied hand reaches for my arm, grasping it firmly as he says, “Don’t move.” How about no?

you're so tight", I've never felt such pain before I just wanted him to get off of me but Syrus didn't stop until he was deep inside of me. Then he began moving,he pinned my knees to my sides,with my hands bound behind me it was difficult to move even an inch. The pain slowly graduated to pleasure "you're mine Eden",he gritted,as he thrust into me harder and deep. " Eyes on me when you make those beautiful sounds",he says, moving faster.

The machines in the room beeped loudly, adding to the tension. “Yo..han” Yohan couldn't bear the thought of losing Sara. The fear of her losing hope mirrored his fear of losing her forever. His legs trembled as he reached the operation table and held her hand tightly. "Sara... Sara..." His voice trembled. "Mr. Dixon... Please, encourage her to push," the doctor urgently pleaded. Yohan swallowed hard, his throat dry, and implored, "Sara, I am here. Push. Just a little more, please."

--And now your song is on repeat, and I'm dancing on, to your heartbeat. And when you're gone, I'd be incomplete so if you want the truth... I JUST WANNA BE PART OF YOUR SYMPHONY!! WHEN YOU HOLD ME TIGHT AND I'D LET GO. SYMPHONY, LIKE A LOVE SONG ON THE RADIO.-- Tristan's POV. I left my secretary's office space and shut the door quietly behind me as I made my way down the hallway towards the elevator.

Mister held me tight, engulfing my entire body. I leaned forward against him, thrusting and wriggling to get every last drop of cum out. I panted against him and then he suddenly moved, he pushed me onto the bench, and as he spread my legs, I knew he was going to leave me aching all day.

I shrieked, thrashing wildly against his hold. Mr. Jefri firmly caught both of my wrists, pinning them securely against the headrest on either side of my face. His countenance was mere millimeters from mine, his scorching exhalation brushing aggressively against my skin. "If you are still that desperate to engage in intimacy, I am perfectly prepared to satisfy you all over again."