Overlord Touch Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

I touched her bare back and she moaned, kissing me on the neck. She ran her fingers in my hair, sending my spirits soaring in the sky. As though she was not getting enough of me, she slid her hands under my shirt and touched my bare chest, running her hand on my abs and upward my chest and I groaned. Knight fought for release, he wanted to be released so that he could meet his mate. His destined mate. His Gift from the moon goddess. "Alpha, Where are you?" I heard Matteo's voice in my head.

The wall hit my spine just as he stopped in front of me…close enough that I could smell his needs, feel the burn of his curiosity…his obsession. He took my hand. Pressed it against his hardness. “Feel that?” he whispered. “You wrecked me, Denny. As you. As the singer. You wrecked me both ways. And now…” His hand slid down, tracing my waist. “I will ruin you the same way.” My breath caught. “You can’t touch me,” I said, voice trembling. “I am not yours.” He leaned in, mouth brushing my ear. “You are. You just don’t remember it yet.”

When his fingers dipped into my underwear, I grit my teeth. “You’re so wet, Nova,” he said softly, lips and nose pressed into my neck. Damian was the one touching me, but he sounded just as affected as I was. His finger slipped past my clit, finding my hole where he spread my arousal around. I peered down, seeing his tattooed hand disappearing into my lacy underwear. I smirked—I liked how that looked. The tip of his finger dipped into my hole, feeling me just for a second and I heard him groan.

He was listening to Kate talk about something that happened at school, nodding occasionally, the picture of parental attention. Carol's fingers slipped beneath the elastic of her panties. The first touch against her bare skin made her bite the inside of her cheek to keep from gasping. She was so wet, so ready, just from sitting next to him. Her fingers found her clit, already swollen and sensitive, and she began to rub in slow, careful circles.

My thighs pressed together instinctively. Was this actually happening? He wasn't stopping me. I felt bold, desperate. I took his hand in mine and brought it up, placing it right on my bare breast. My nipple hardened instantly under his palm. I looked at him with pure desperation; he had to see it in my eyes. "Touch me, Dean. Please. If you touch me, really touch me, then you have to call off the wedding. We can figure out how to tell Mum. We can make it work somehow."

Each breath out pushes my chest up and each breath in makes them bounce. “Baby sis, you've got dirt on you” Rick whispers and he gently lifts one hand to brush the speck of sand off me. “Mmhh” I accidentally moan out loudly as his fingers brush over my breast, sending shots of lightning through my body…to my pussy. Oh God… “What was that, stepsis?“ Oliver asks, wearing a dirty smirk that shows me how much he knows I enjoyed that little touch.. Oliver follows his twin brother's movement, brushing his finger very close to my nipples that are barely covered by my thin bra.

He uses his arm to lift and drop me on his cock, impaling me over and over even though I have no strength left to move. The sensation is overwhelming. I feel everything and nothing at once. Pleasure so intense it crosses into pain. “One more.” His voice is wrecked now, barely holding together. “Give me one more and then I will fill this perfect cunt with my cum.” “I cannot.” I am barely conscious. “Too much. It is too much.” “You can.” His fingers find my clit again, rubbing frantically. “For me, baby. One more for me.” His touch is almost painful against my oversensitized clit but somehow it works.

Oliver growled, demanding an answer. I was shaking, coming completely unglued in his hands. The boys behind me did not let up; every shudder I gave was fuel for them to push me harder. My mind spun with sensory overload—the wet sounds, the sliding skin, a finger dipping deep inside my swollen mound, tasting every drop. Slurp, slurp, slurp, they went on and on. "It is surreal," I stammered, and Oliver smiled, thoroughly pleased. "What do you say when someone gets it right?" Oliver asked, still not done with his questions. He lowered his mouth right to my ear, his hot breath tingling against my sensitive skin. "What do you say, little one?"

He tilted my head back, exposing my throat to the biting wind—and to him. I should have pulled away. I should have called for Kai. But my body felt like it was melting into the earth. The 'Touch Curse' was whispering to me, telling me that this man, with his rough hands and his brutal honesty, was the only thing keeping me anchored to the world. He leaned down, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below my ear. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" he rasped. "Seeing you like this... fierce, glowing... it’s driving me out of my mind."

“Fuck Oliver, I’m all your, only yours. You’re all I want, fucking take me.” Oliver grinned down at her, slapping her once more before lining himself and sinking into her, instead of starting a rhythm he enjoyed just feeling her squeeze around him. He took his one hand and massaged her breast as she wiggled against him, trying to feel him more. Oliver took his other hand rubbing and pulling at her throbbing clit.