Playing With Fire Online Novels & Stories

She loved being of mini skirts, maybe that’s a way of allowing admirers see part of what they couldn’t touch. His hand rubbed through her thighs as it made its way inside the space provided by the skirt as the legs were little wider. They didn’t mind about being seen or noticed because the entire room went dark, just the reflection from the screen. The thighs were soft, fine and smooth. His hand lost control and moved straight on as it pulled the undies that seemed to be blocking his way in. As the barrier had be shifted to one side, two of his fingers made their way into the soft pussy of hers. There was almost a quick reaction from her but she controlled it due to the fact that people were

“I’m just saying, if you want him to stop acting like a caveman, you’re gonna have to do something.” “I don’t want him to do anything.” “Liar.” I rolled my eyes and walked away. --- That evening, the bonfire started. Music, beer, laughter. The whole group was there. Noah, Maya’s latest fling, a few neighbors from down the lake. Liam stayed on the edge of it all, talking to Jackson, arms crossed, eyes scanning the crowd. He found me fast. I was sitting on the log with Leo, laughing at something stupid he said. Leo’s hand brushed my knee. Casual. Friendly.

I bet you my life that prince Cornelius can't handle me. He grabs my handcuffs and begins to drag me up the stairs as Vincent follows with Tommy, not taking his eyes off Jason until the trap door is shut. They push the front desk over the trap door, like the sick people they are, ensuring that Jason has no way of following us any time soon. "So this was your dumbass plan, it's never gonna work you know.'' As they lead us down the dark alleyway in the direction of the pub. " is that so honey, as I recall it you're the one in handcuffs and don't even bother with your powers, the handcuffs cut off your energy so they won't work." I try just for good measure but the handcuffs don't allow any fir

I followed seconds later, cock pulsing inside her, cum painting her walls in thick, endless spurts, marking her as mine, excess bubbling out into the pool in pearly clouds. We stayed like that for a long moment, breaths ragged, bodies still connected, water lapping at our joined hips. Carol turned her head, lips finding mine in a slow, lazy kiss, tongue tasting herself on me. “We’re playing with fire,” she murmured against my mouth, nipping my lip. I smirked, hands sliding up to cup her heavy breasts, thumbs brushing over hardened nipples, pinching hard. “Then let’s burn the whole fucking house down.” The fire grew hotter with each stolen moment—every room became our playground, every surfac

Alex is there in a heartbeat, grabbing a stick, lighting it with a snap of his fingers, wielding it like a torch against the nearest attacker. Liam moves toward the Queen, but she’s already fighting, wreathing her fists in sickly green flame, blasting it into the face of the first man dumb enough to approach. He crumples, screaming, and the smell of burning hair churns Zayla’s stomach. Zayla and Bella end up back-to-back, as if by instinct, hands out, palms up. The first brute who tries to leap the log is incinerated mid-air, a ribbon of violet fire carving him in two. But there are so many more, and the flames alone won’t hold them.

he said, feeling a crazy urge to end the game once and for all. "Let's try just one more time?" she asked, using the toy again and putting the cream on his member to lick it eagerly several times. "Getting hotter every time, huh, baby? And how I love playing with your fire!" she said, masturbating her boyfriend while staring at him, holding her own lower lip with her teeth. "If the idea is to make me explode like a volcano, I think you're almost there, hot firefighter! Just a little faster... just a little." he pleaded, almost delirious.

I reach within myself to find the spark that never goes out; it answers my command instantly. I place my hands on the grass and orchestrate my own play. The fire pops up from the ground, exactly where I want it to be. It surrounds the wolves and vampires that have been attacking my mate. A circle of fire encloses each person. I make sure my rings are wide enough so that I don’t burn my family. Slowly I force the circles smaller and closer to the person. Once a member forfeits, I drop the fire. And they walk from the field. I release one person at a time so that Max can fake kill them.

“You are playing with fire, baby doll.” Trina smirked, with those mesmerizing doe-like light blue eyes glinting like icy fireballs. With her gaze still locked on mine, her fingers ever so slowly began trailing lower, and lower and lower still, until they stopped right on top of my zipper, teasing me. Then in a sultry tone, she purred, “Fire is overrated, Big Papi.” As she said that, her hand slowly zipped down my jeans trousers before slipping inside. Her hand hovered just in front of my boxers which is now extremely tight due to my throbbing and rock-hard arousal.

It’s dangerous; it will burn you if you’re not careful. I don’t know why I dared play with fire. Yes, I am a spy, an assassin if needed to be, but I don’t think I’ve ever included pyro dancing in my CV. Now, the question is, why the fuck am I playing catch fire with Klaus Martinelli? “Rylee, Rylee, Rylee,” I murmured, blinking into the darkness bathing my room. “Don’t play with fire. Since when did you become such a pyromaniac?”

I raised my tail and let it crash down, causing a loud crash and shudder throughout the club. “Willow, is shifting!” I hear Nix say. I can’t look toward her right now. Drake grabs hold of my massive shoulders and holds on. He digs his long claws into my flesh beneath my scales and begins to emit a heat that turns into fire. It burns as hot as lava. I let my own heat radiate from me. The two elements of fire mixed and soon there's so much fire and heat around us that if anything gets close it will go up into a blaze. The fire alarm system kicks in, but the sprinklers have no effect. I barely hear Nix’s muffled screams.