Pounding Novels & Stories

He moves his mouth to my breast sucking on my nipple until my moans become throaty. His hand moves to my pussy, and I close my legs instinctively "I don't think I can do it again." "You can for me, give me one more. let me hear you scream my name." Two of his fingers are inside me again, he isn't gentle like before, his free hand starts stroking my thighs, smacking them with enough force to make me gasp. He pulled his hand back again and landed another sharp smack on my left thigh. He continues pumping his fingers inside me. my pleasure was growing faster.

The sound of Jamal’s heart racing fills my ears, while my other arm tightens around his neck as I can feel him begin to fight me, cutting off the memory before I know what actually happened. I deliver a powerful punch to his jaw; the impact echoing in my ears. The crack of bone mixes with his groans of pain. His hands desperately grab onto mine, trying to pry my grip from his neck. With a surge of strength, I hoist him slightly off the ground, feeling the strain in my muscles. Slamming his head onto the unforgiving floor, a sharp thud resonates through the room. I raise him up again, repeating the brutal motion, each impact sending shockwaves through my body. Blood begins to pool on the hard

A dull thump accompanied every strike of his foot. "Death From Above!" With his last stomp, Logan used the most solid technique in Foudroyant Chivalry. He bore down with the weight of a mountain that was concentrated on his foot. Fallen Mole crashed onto the ground with a loud thump, creating a deep pit. "Ack!"

I jumped off the chair and went to him. "Yes, baby. What do you want to eat?" He said softly and glanced my way. I coughed suddenly. Suddenly my heart was pounding so hard. I feel like it's coming out of my body. Its pounding loudly, I coughed because of it. I could feel it's every beat clearly.

He swung the pool cue with a relentless force, the satisfying thud of impact reverberating through his bones. The first blow connected with the man's nose, eliciting a sickening crunch. Blood spurted from the bouncer's nostrils as he stumbled backward, his hands instinctively reaching for his face. Before the man could recover, Ethan closed the distance, swinging the stick for his stomach with unrestrained strength. The crack of wood connecting with flesh resounded through the bar, accompanied by a rough grunt of pain from the bouncer. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through his body, doubling him over in agony.

Clomp! Clomp! The sound of heavy footsteps came like the low beating of a drum before a sanguinary war ensued. It energized the battler and terrified the enemy. My hold tightened around the knife as I straightened up pointing it at the door. Clomp! Clomp! With every step nearing, my heartbeat quickened so much I felt like it was going to jump out of my mouth and ditch me. Even my hands gotten so slippery, I was struggling to hold onto the knife without cutting myself.

It was faint but unmistakable. Knocking. Or, pounding. It was loud and it seemed desperate. Someone is hitting the door from the other side. Wanting to get out.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 58: Relentless Slap. Smack. Slap. Smack. Slap. Smack. The relentless wet rhythm echoes through the room, reverberating off the walls like a drumbeat summoned from the core of their chaotic lust. The sound of their skin meeting, over and over, bounces wildly in the air, loud and uninhibited, mixing with the guttural gasps and animalistic groans that keep escaping their lips.

BANG! BANG! BANG! The pounding on the apartment door felt like a hammer striking directly against Naomi’s chest. Her fingers trembled as she held the phone to her ear, waiting for the call to connect. But before anyone could answer, she heard the sound of metal being forced from the outside. The door hinges groaned loudly. “Naomi! Open the door now!” “I-I already called the police!” Naomi shouted back, though her voice cracked, and even she knew it was a weak lie.

Cardan The thumping sound of the rope hitting the pavement was all that could be heard in the large space. Followed by the rhythmic clang of metal hitting metal echoing through the gym. My hands gripped the iron bar, veins straining under the pressure as I pushed the weight up with not as much strain. The repetition steadied me, burned the chaos from my mind until all that was left was the raw ache of muscle and the sharp focus that came with it.