Ost Uncontrollably Fond Only You Mga Nobela at Kwento

I don't know why I was feeling this way, why all my self control had literally flew to the wind and I just could not control myself anymore it felt like I was ordering the owner of my body anymore and like something inside me was controlling my actions. My juices were overflowing at this point and I yearned for some kind of friction to ease the craziness going down there before I become completely feral. My hands reached out for his belt to unbuckle it but before I could get it completely off he held my desperate wandering hands and pinned them above my head. "In as much as I would want that my love I doubt you are ready for it so I will not recommend tempting the beast under my pants, it u

he said, finishing the last push-up and climbing back onto the couch, this time sitting so close our legs were tangled together. His arm stretched along the back of the couch behind me, fingers lightly grazing my shoulder. “Your turn. Truth. What’s one fantasy trope that always gets that pussy dripping for you?” I felt my face flush hot but the wine pushed me forward. My clit was pulsing steadily now. “Being completely controlled. A guy telling me exactly how to move, how to touch myself, when I’m allowed to cum. I love the idea of someone taking charge, calling me their good girl while they use my mouth and my pussy however they want.

My dances are for you only, BiBiNah. A sheepish grin spread across my face, bringing a certain sense or calmness through my body. 'I'm sorry. It's just that I have never experienced an emotion so maddening. So intoxicating. Ever since we marked, my feelings for you seemed to double and I haven't learnt to control them just yet. I will. I just don't want you to think I am controlling you. You can dance whenever and wherever you want to, Hibba.' 'Again, my dances are for my mate only.'

-ADRIAN POV- I've built my career on the principle that control is everything. It's the only thing that separates the people who succeed from the people who get swept away by circumstance and emotion. Control is knowing exactly what will happen before it happens. Control is building systems that work regardless of external chaos. Control is keeping the world at arm's length so nothing can touch what I've carefully constructed. And I'm very, very good at control. Which is why the assignment Marcus just handed me is simultaneously the most strategic opportunity of my career and the most genuinely irritating thing that's happened to me in months.

Colton stopped his laughter and asked Kyson in disbelief. “No, no! Kyson is strong. But I might hurt him if the fight lasted longer,” I quickly defended Kyson. “You are that strong?” Colton asked me, still with wide eyes. “Not strong, just uncontrollable,” I told him honestly. “Well, I want to tell you there is a way, but your bloodlust will be triggered every time you face a strong enemy. It’s just the way we are,” Colton said at last. “So there’s no way to control it?” I was dejected by the idea of not being able to spar with Kyson or Night anymore.

She did not what she was doing with this poor soul. “Abhimaan control yourself. Don’t go there. She did not do it intentionally, it just happened. control. control” he chanted same thing in his mind when he felt her moving lips on his skin. He took long breath to calm his horny hormones who was growing in wrong time. He was well aware that he was getting sexually frustrated but he could not do anything except inhaling and exhaling to calm himself down.

“I know. I know. We both made you watch lots of things that you probably didn’t want to see. Most of that was because neither one of us understood exactly what was going on with our bodies.” “Justin wasn’t in control of Beowulf,” I continued, “and I had no idea why I was constantly craving sex. And between the two of us being out of control of those, for lack of better words, urges, except they were more instinct an urge. Anyway, with both of us out of control, we did all sorts of things that I’m horribly embarrassed to say that we did or even think back on.”

He didn't know what she had been doing to him these days but he could see that he was loosing control. That was the last thing he wanted. He was supposed to be in control while she begged and pleaded with him. He had been the one to propose this offer in the first place, so everything about it should be his call. He was still consumed in his thoughts when he felt cold air rush against his skin. He looked down to see that his shirt was no longer on him and his pants were now at his ankle and Leila was working on drawing down his boxers. He heaved a huge sigh. He was getting addicted to her. He needed to fight this addiction before it took over his power over her and make him lost to her. Perh

She tried to calm herself down, taking a deep breath and reminding herself to stay collected when faced with an unscrupulous person. ["Little uncle."] Eliza felt very uncomfortable when she heard her own coquettish voice. But she resisted her abhorrence and persisted in pleasing Frederick: ["Little uncle, a great man rarely stoops to pettiness or complains about past mistakes, don't argue about it with your junior."] She emphasized the word 'junior'. ["Oh? Are there any juniors who would sleep with their seniors?"] Eliza could not answer this question because it was a fact! 'Bear it, I have to bear it.' she thought.

He grunted. “I’m in a good mood anyway, I finally got to see this little cutie.” He gushed and pinched Paola’s cheeks, she blushed and buried her face in his neck. “Theo, can we go get ice cream now?.” She requested. He nodded in a split second. I shook my head, she literally has him wrapped around her pinky fingers. “Aren’t you busy though?.” I asked. “I’m the boss anyways.” He said with a smug smile.