One Thrust Man Novels & Stories

His wide broad shoulders and his arm exposing his muscle as he’s wearing short sleeves polo shirt. Suddenly, he turned around facing me and I quickly snapped it out of fantasizing him. I walk briskly and wait for his instruction. He ends the call and “You’re on time” He says and smiles. That damn smiles and the way he’s shirt unbutton exposing a little of his chest. I feel like I could really fall for his charms. “I need your speech for tonight's event. The organiser is asking for it.” I say trying to force my mind to focus on work instead of focusing on him.

Soon there was a crowd looking at the commotion, several stood there taking videos and pictures of it. "Please-!" Aiden drove his elbow into the man's throat, collapsing him to the ground. The remaining goons paused, exchanging a glance nervously as the man before them cracked his neck. The few began retreating, fear overpowering orders. But Aiden wasn't done. He tackled them mid-sprint. "You want to threaten what's mine?" He hissed. He didn't wait for an answer. His fists came down again and again until the man was unconscious and bleeding into the pavement.

He grabbed the man’s shirt, pulling him inches away. “Shut the f**k up,” Julian yelled, “Stop acting like you know it all.” “Boss, please!” Maya pulled at his arm. “People are watching. The cameras are here! Let’s go!” The reporter chuckled nervously as Julian let go, regaining his composure like a mask being snapped back into place. “Justice for Marcus Thorne!” the man began to chant. “Justice for the Thornes!” And the crowd joined him immediately. “Justice for the Thornes! Justice for the Thornes!

One brutal thrust and he was inside. I cried out sharply. The stretch burned fresh, last night’s soreness reigniting. He didn’t give me time to adjust, he just thrusted hard, punishing strokes that slammed my hips into the stone railing. My hands scrabbled at the wall for balance; he pinned my wrists above my head with one hand, the other gripping my throat. We kept kissing with our tongues and teeth and spitting. My côck slapped against my stomach with every thrust, leaking steadily now. The crowd grew. Ten people. Fifteen. Some filmed openly. Others yelled.

reset into something even more lethal. Thorne felt it too. He didn't look up—that was a rookie mistake. Instead, he dropped his center of gravity, his hand blurring as he drew the rusted pulse-blade from his hip. The man I had once called the Alpha was now a creature of pure instinct, his body reacting to the threat with a violence that made my breath hitch.

The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave under the watchful moon, my cries echoing through the trees as I shattered, clenching around Thorne’s invading tongue. They didn’t stop. Ronan took his turn, bending me forward so I braced against the tree while he thrust two thick fingers inside me, curling them against that perfect spot. Finn stroked himself openly, his impressive length making my mouth water. Thorne watched with possessive pride, his cock now fully hard and leaking at the tip.

“Good boy.” They didn’t prep me gently. Didn’t give me time. Thorne pulled his fingers free, lined up, and slammed in to the hilt in one brutal thrust. My scream echoed off the stone walls, raw and animal. He didn’t wait—started pounding immediately, hips snapping with punishing force, the headboard cracking against the wall in rhythm. Ryk watched, stroking himself lazily, eyes glazed with lust. “That’s it. Take your first real cock like the slut you were born to be.”

He braced one hand on my hip and pushed. I choked on a scream as his massive cock forced its way inside me — slow, burning stretch, inch after thick inch splitting me open. The feeling of being filled while still buried in Leo was insane. Every time Thorne thrust forward, he drove me deeper into Leo. We became a three-man chain, the transformer rattling with every brutal slam. “Fuck… Warden…” I wheezed, forehead pressed to Leo’s.

The screen was flashing in bright, blinding orange text: [AUXILIARY POWER BUS 04 OVERLOAD] [THERMAL RUNAWAY INITIATED IN 00:00:30] "You fool!" Thorne screamed, dropping her calm facade completely as she turned toward her mercenary. "Kill him!" "NOT TODAY!" I roared, bursting out from behind the junction box! BANG! My first shot caught the mercenary square in the side of his neck. The heavy round tore through his tactical collar, severing his carotid artery in a violent spray of crimson as he collapsed sideways into the transformer bank, his knife clattering across the iron floor.

] [Unclaimed Dividend Slot Unlocked. Thorne slowly stood up, brushing a dusting of monster ash from his sleeve. He knelt in front of me, taking my hand—not like a doctor, but like a man pledging fealty to a force of nature. "Breathtaking," Thorne whispered, his thumb tracing the back of my knuckles. "You aren't just surviving this system, Audrey. You're rewriting its parameters."