Overlord Touch Me Novels & Stories

He revealed and I was dumbstruck. Marriage? His World? I didn't have any words to say at all as I stayed quiet, stared at him blankly, and then something unexpected happened that brought me back from my trance. Oliver, the devil lowered his head and sealed my lips. I trembled from his touch. My lips were not painful anymore but the memories of all those beasts came back to my mind as I impulsively pushed Oliver away and shouted at him in a hoarse voice, "Do Not Touch Me."

I lay breathless, my eyes rolled back into my skull as his lips took possession of my mouth again. His fingers were still buried deep in me. Orlando’s thumb applied pressure on my bundle of nerves, making my body jerk. Climbing down from the high, every inch of my apex was still sensitive to his touch.

Her whole body was now shaking from his touch. - Doris, you're so sensitive. Doris did not know how to continue, she just followed her normal physiological response and made strange sounds: - Um, um, a, a. I I, Riffen, Riffen. When Riffen heard that, he knew she was starting to get dragged into the game, so he worked even harder. The last of his underwear was gone, he quickly used his fingers to touch Doris's private place without hesitation, slowly making contact, then the speed got faster and faster.

He walked straight to me, crouched down, and brushed a strand of hair from my face. “Or…” he whispered, dark eyes boring into mine, “…you could be mine. Love me. Want only me. Tell them I satisfy you, that you need no one else.” His hand trailed down my thigh deliberately, possessive. “To prove it, I could take you right here. Make you scream. Make you beg. Show them all you belong to me.” My stomach lurched violently. “No. Never. I would never let you touch me you disgust me!” The slap cracked across my face again. Harder this time. My head whipped sideways, stars exploding in my vision.

I know that Lorde was just pulling the comfort-card, but he doesn't even know what damn additional effect he had granted me with this simple touch. I entered my room with a thought of changing my freaking wet underwear, but as soon as I closed the door, Eriol pinned me against the wall. "Andrea..." he sluggishly whispered against my ear. He mobilized his moist tongue in the flat column of my neck before capturing my open mouth. I was welcoming to it. His intrusion felt like a delicious trophy. It actually felt so good when I am this sexed up. The moment our bodies contacted, my synaptic flames ignited. My breasts tensed when he groped them good.

I am almost convulsing under his torture. Touch me, love me, lose yourself in me! He takes my left foot and runs his tongue over the instep.

They were large and obsessive. His touch was electric, a welcome distraction from the turmoil of my life. I leaned into him, closing my eyes and letting the music and the moment take over. His hands roamed further, groping me with increasing intensity, and instead of pulling away, I found myself pressing back against him, craving the sensation.

I wish I was there to lick you off. BESTIE : Okay, touch yourself baby. Me : Okay. BESTIE : Are you touching yourself? ME: Yes. BESTIE: Good girl. BESTIE: Tell me what you're feeling. ME: Wet. ME: So wet for you. BESTIE: Where are you touching? ME: Just… outside. ME: Circling. BESTIE: Slower or faster? ME: Slow. ME: Like you do. BESTIE: I love the way you feel when you're slow. The way you arch into my hand. The way you beg for more.

With his fingers still buried inside me, he flicked his tongue over my clit. “Oh, shit,” I cooed. He waited while I inched toward him. He knew what he was doing. He wanted to torture me with need. I pushed myself towards his face. “Oliver, please,” I begged. My whole body was yearning, and he couldn’t stop. He flicked his tongue over my clit, and over and over as his fingers plunged into my pussy. I grabbed a hand full of hair, holding onto it as my whole body vibrated with the pleasure he was giving me.

God, why did this have to happen to me? And then the world around me disappeared and the music in my headphones became a distant hum as he began tracing small circles across the fabric of the shirt on my stomach with his fingers. I fidgeted uneasily and rubbed my ass against his crotch. Ollie winced and then did something completely unthinkable. He found his way between the buttons of his shirt and ran his fingers under the fabric. He touched my bare skin and sent a chill through it. This time I flinched as he continued to make imaginary circles and an unsettling heat began to spread in my lap.