Pounded In The Butt By My Own Butt Novels & Stories

“You are ruining me. It is too deep.” He pounded me mercilessly. His heavy balls slapped against my ass with each thrust and sweat dripped from his body onto mine. My tits bounced violently against my chest and my hands grabbed at the couch cushions trying to find something to hold onto. I came again and again. Moaning his name loudly and my voice echoed through the living room and bounced off the walls.

"Do you want to play?" "I don't even know your name." "You don't need it. You just need to say yes." Steffinny said yes before she let herself think twice. She signed her divorce papers and by midnight she was blindfolded in a room she'd stumbled into by accident, letting a masked stranger touch her like she was worth wanting. She didn't need his name. She needed to forget six years of a marriage that had taught her to disappear. So she went back. Again. And again — until the mask came off, and the voice on the other side belonged to the one man she'd sworn to never let near her again: Damian Cross, the boss who once made her feel small enough to quit. Now he's offering her a deal. Her

Dominic patted my butt as a reminder. I let out a sneaky sigh, using my strength to push my butt faster, but it took a lot of effort, so soon I was out of breath and sitting still, unable to move. "I can't do it anymore." I pouted and lamented, glaring at him and blaming him for this. Dominic knows I'm embarrassed and really can't, so he laughs and pulls me down onto his chest. "Hold on tight."

I groaned in pain. " Aighttt, what a bad day it is. " I pouted as I touch my forehead that starts to swell. I heard a laugh from somewhere and my eyes widen—twice this day I embarrassed myself. This is that man's fault! The one who pushed me earlier is the one who gave me a bad luck. I stared at the pole and hit it lightly.

_Ryker’s POV\ I stood in the gym, the sound of my fists pounding against the punching bag echoing through the room. The bag swung back and forth, its leather surface worn and cracked from countless hours of use, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before it joined the pile of broken ones on the ground. I hit it again and again, the impact sending shockwaves through my arms and into my chest.

The moment his knuckles met the punching bag, voices began echoing in his head—mocking, taunting, relentless. > “Come on, Iden, you’ll never beat me.” > “Hit me, come on—yeah, punch me. Still mama’s little boy, huh?” > “One second of distraction, and it’s over. You’ll lose everything.” > “Strike it harder. That’s all you’re good for.” Fueled by fury and adrenaline, Iden unleashed a brutal punch that sent the bag swinging violently. His breath came in sharp bursts. Another voice followed—louder, unhinged.

He remained silent and continued to knead my butt cheeks in a way that made me let out a small moan as my eyes started to flutter a little, all feeling of me feeling self conscious was completely out of the window at this point as it seems. The first slap was aimed at my lower butt, the spot which I’d use when sitting down on something, and I let out a sharp breath and a small cry as his palm connected with my cheeks, making me jerk against him as my butt jiggled. I was panting really heavily and it was getting really hard for me to not bury my face into the sheets like I badly wanted to.

*punch* *punch* His death should be the cruellest death in this history. I want to give him that. *punch* *punch* *punch* I will give him the most painful death. I WILL! *hard punch* *bag torn and sand fell with a 'whoof' sound* Yes! Just like this bag, you will fall on my mother's feet, lifeless! I promised that faceless monster in my imagination. I sighed and removed the layer hanging and replaced it with a new bag and continued to work out my anger. While I was at the verge of breaking the fifth bag, The door to my small gym slammed opened and my mom sighed in relief.

I said to him and I trying so hard to hold my laugh when I saw his face as if he's ready to kill me. Okay! Maybe I went too far with him, but he went too far with me too. I was about to stop teasing him and leave him alone but then Zuck push me with all his strength and it caught me off guard causing me to fall on the cold and hard floor with my butt first. "Freaking hell!" I cuss sharply when I feel the immense pain in my butt. Fortunately, my ass fell on the floor first and not my fucking head because if that happens then I'll surely be bleeding by now because of too much strength he exert when he pushed me.

he slapped my butt harshly, "needs to get bigger," I chortled. "Legend has it that if a powerful male fills his mate with an overwhelming amount of semen, her butt will grow incredibly large. It's a shame we'll never be able to test that," "You're going to say the keyword is 'overwhelming', aren't you?" I gasped with obvious mockery. "How did you… holy fuck!" I screamed when he gave a punishing stroke, the kind of fuck a mad rapist use. "You petty… ow! Hey! That hurts!" I cried. He laughed, reducing the force of his thrust.