Peed My Pants Novels & Stories

He don`t deserve to know! The fast walk suddenly slowed down, as my beat faster and loudly to the point that I think I`m deaf. I stop. I`m late, he saw them. My hands trembled, my lips shivered and I also began to sweat cold. He is really is back. I don`t know what to feel, I`m mad, I`m so scared. I fucking hate him to death! But above of all those feelings, there`s this feeling that is very familiar to me. And I don`t want to acknowledge it.

He kept licking me as he thrust his fingers. "FUCK, DEAN!!" I yelled and he took that as a cue to go even faster. "I'm cumming, baby" I screamed through clenched teeth as I felt my body tighten. He kept going as I rode out my wave and he didn't stop until my body finally relaxed. He smirked yet again at the sight of me as he wiped his mouth. He grabbed he pants and pulled a condom out of his wallet. He opened the package and slipped it on. I gulped at the size of him. I wasn't a virgin but he was huge and it made me nervous.

The physical dominance of the move left me completely breathless, my core turning into a literal puddle inside my underwear. Easton looked down at me, his face completely cold and brutal as his hand went directly to the waistband of his low-slung gray sweatpants. With one swift, deliberate motion, he moved the fabric down past his hips, letting his sweatpants bunch around his thighs and his hard, rigid length snapped free, pointing straight at my face.

“Shame binds you to me.” In one swift, unyielding motion, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her flannel pants and yanked them down her thighs, dragging her socks with them. The fabric rasped against her skin like a warning, pooling at her ankles before he kicked them aside into the shadows. Beneath, her simple cotton panties clung to her, damp and damning, the thin barrier doing nothing to hide the outline of her arousal.

He kept on ravishing my mouth, and I hadn't stopped him to do so. I'm on the verge right now, the burning sensation between my legs is too much to handle . Alexander slowly guided his hands from my waist to my panties. He fastly immersed his hand into my panties started circling his finger in a very slow motion. I don't know if he is teasing or not. But what he is doing now is frustrating, I want his fingers to move fast, very fast as possible. But he is circling them in a slow manner.

Then he pull down his pant, he wasn't wearing any panties , so he quickly spread my legs wide and next he slide in me and he took it slow, the way he was going in and out of me before I knew it I was moving along with him and he increase his pace a bit and next he was fast " Oga Cletus,.....oh........uh......Oga Cletus, no stop abeg. "I no....fit....St...op... You.....too.....sweet.

He got harder as the speed increases which I stop and lay down opening my legs wide open to give him the view of my pussy “Get down on your knees and serve my pussy” I said, to which he complied “your cock belongs to me. Fuck me like am your personal shut” said to him which his eyes colour change from white to red and he thrust his dick into my pussy not waiting for me to adjust and started in a high speed which I love it “faster Zion” I said wanting him to increased his speed We spend ours having sex. We didn't take a rest and tried as much as possible styles we could until i went dry before let me be making me feel numb, feeling a little bit sore at my core

“Condom.” He fumbled one from his pocket. Hands shaking. Rolled it on. I stood. Dropped trousers. Panties soaked through. Peeled them off. “On your back.” He obeyed. I straddled him. Guided him in — slow inch by inch. Full. Deep. Both groaned. I started moving — slow rolls first. Feeling every inch. He thrust up — matching me. “Faster,” I said. He gave it. Hands on my hips. Pace building. Skin slapping.

I unbuckle my seatbelt, stand up and take off my jeans, placing them on the table. “And now your panties,” he commands, holding out a hand for my underwear. I slide my panties off and hand them over and he shoves them in his pocket before peeling back my folds and massaging my clit. “You’re too tense baby, you need to relax and enjoy the ride,” he says, smirking. “Easy for you to say, you're not focused on the many ways we can plummet into the ground,” I argue. “My only focus right now is initiating you into the Mile High Club,” he chuckles, using his free hand to undo his own jeans.

My whole face went flushed. He grabbed my chest with both hands and pulled me back against him. That pressed us even tighter together. I could feel him pushing through the yoga pants, just barely starting to get inside. Peter arched his back and said, "Start moving your hips now." I started shaking my bottom like crazy, rubbing hard against his body. He just kept getting bigger and harder. "Faster. Even faster," Peter said, his hands never stopping their squeezing. My ass was like a little motor, going faster and faster. The itch between my legs turned into a fire. I completely lost myself in it.