One Thrust Man Novels & Stories

Darkness was coming with skin-to-skin slaps, then pulling the kneeling man up, arching his back, as he came, nonstop, squirts in a row, amidst skin-to-skin slaps. Amidst skin-to-skin slaps, waves of energy, he enveloped their bodies, in each thrust from inside and out, with deep, hard thrusts, in-between thrusts, slamming towards his prostate with force. Until turning the smaller man onto his side, as he was pounding inside him, holding his right leg above his, with thrusts, then slamming back and forth, with thrusts, in and out, until the men came again, together, in between the beats, he sucked him, pulling his face with his lips.

There was no hiding the way I cried out for him or the way he pushed my body higher. Looking me square in the eye, he thrusted harder, “I'm,” thrust, “going,” thrust, “to” thrust, my hands immediately flying to my mouth to bite on it, “make,” thrust, “you,” thrust, “forget,” thrust, “every other person,” thrust, “that has been here,” thrust, “before me,” he finished with a thrust had had me crying out in pleasure and pain. If only he knew it was just one man who had been here before him, and he was dead.

the man smirked, inching closer. Zeus charged. They collided, slamming into the bed rail. The man's arm extended, fingertips brushing the plug. Zeus fisted his collar, hauled him back hard. “Let go!” “That's not happening.” Boot to Zeus's stabbed shoulder. Agony flared, grip slipping half an inch. Fingers grazed the cord again. Zeus's fist rocketed forward, knuckles slamming into the man's throat with a wet, splintering crunch. The thug's eyes bulged, a strangled wheeze erupting as his legs buckled, knees smacking pavement.

Throne's voice echoes in the empty packhouse living room as he roars, "I gave you orders to stay inside!" The next thing that happens is done on pure instinct. One second I'm on the floor catching my breath, and the next I spring at him, throwing two punches. The first one hits and the contact Thorne's hard torso makes with my hand is like hitting a wall. The next punch is aimed at the side of his face but he catches it in his palm easily. Thorne holds my gaze for a second before he shoves me back forcefully. My back hits the wall with a thud and pain explodes behind my head as I crumple back to the floor again.

She was defective—' Torin hauled him up by the collar, slamming him against the wall. 'Defective? She slaughtered your rogue allies like vermin.' His fist plunged into Thorne's gut, twisting intestines until they spilled out in steaming loops. Thorne retched, choking on his own fluids, eyes rolling back as Torin finished him with a punch that caved in his chest, ribs shattering like brittle branches.

"Perfect, she's so fucking perfect." He started moving in deep steady thrusts that hit spots inside me I didn't know existed. The vines kept me suspended at the perfect height that all I could do was take it. Thorne moved behind me. His hands gripped my ass, spreading my ass cheek. "Wait," I gasped. "I've never—" "You will now," he said.

It was strange the kind of power I felt radiate off him. I was on the third bag, back against the door with my chest rising and falling, "I'm not exactly allowed to hunt around here," I deadpanned, running my tongue over my teeth. "They could have brought you blood. They should know better than to starve a newborn," the man cursed under his breath but I paid no attention, focusing on draining the last of the blood. I wanted more. "Who are you?" "Thorne," he announced proudly and I quickly registered that he was the hellhound everyone had been droning about around the table.

I run as fast as my legs can carry me, if I can just make it to the bus stop which isn't really far from here, I'll be relieved. I look back to see two heavily built men chasing me. I pick up my speed and just as I'm about to make a bend into the next street, I feel tough hands grip my arm and I nearly fall but the grip is strong enough to keep me steady. I struggle against the grip even if I know my efforts are useless. The second man yanks me back and I gasp as I crash into his large chest. My duffel falls down but one of them picks it up and they both drag me back to my doom, back to Aunt Stacey's house.

The man said and Tyler smirked. “Give me your account number.” He told the man and we all looked confused but that man gave him regardless. I just transferred $20,000 for a new camera and a new memory card.” He told the man and smashed the camera he had in his hand in the floor and we all gasped. The money he gave him was more than enough for a new camera but it seemed like the new information that he had in this camera could get him a promotion. “Why did you do that?” He cried out and looked at the broken camera. Tyler made sure to break the memory card too and he made his way to me.

As I was heading to my locker to grab my books,I felt like someone was following me I turned around but there was no one around. I reached my locker when Wilson came up to and gave me the envelope and told me that it was the pictures. So I thanked him and gave him some cash for the job. I was going to put it in my bag and close my locker when all of a sudden somebody grabbed me and hit my head on the wall. "What the...heck!" I said as I hold my head. "Tell me what happened last night, better be the truth". He said as he points his finger near my face.