Pounding Novels & Stories

RYDER. A pounding behind my eyes dragged me up out of the dark, each beat of it slamming into my skull like a fist against a door that wouldn't stay shut. "Fuck." I rolled onto my back and immediately regretted it. Every inch of my skull felt as if someone had taken a hammer and started pounding it, methodically, patiently, as if they had all the time in the world to be sure every inch of pain landed right where it hurt the most. I squeezed my eyes shut and rode it out, waiting for the throbbing to ease. It didn't.

This is the end. I shut my eyes tightly, bracing for the searing pain of teeth tearing through flesh, of life being extinguished in a violent rush of crimson. But the killing blow never comes. *THUD!* A sudden impact slams against the floor, so loud it shakes the entire room. The floorboards beneath us groan in protest, dust cascading from the ceiling like dirty snow. The walls seem to vibrate with the force of the collision, pictures tilting askew on their hooks.

A sharp pounding jolts me from sleep, echoing through my room like a battering ram against the door. My heart leaps into my throat, and I’m already scrambling out of bed before my groggy mind can register what’s happening. The pounding grows more insistent, and I stumble toward the door, still half-asleep. “Who is it?” I call out, my voice hoarse from sleep. The scratchy sound of it is uncomfortable, and it makes me clear my throat to ease the feeling.

The sharp jolts of pleasure rocks through my veins as my stomach begins to coil with a deep urge that feels like I am about to— "BANG! BANG! BANG!" A loud pounding on my door rips through my dream. My eyes snap open. Fuck! I jerk upright in bed as a sharp gasp escapes my lips. Almost instantly, the cold morning air from my windows meets my heated skin as my bed comforter drops from my shoulders. "BANG! BANG! BANG!" I don't want to answer the door just yet. Despite the cold breeze, it isn't enough to quench the fire of dissatisfaction burning deep inside me. My heart is banging against my chest and I'm trying to stop it from—

My heart hammered violently against my ribs, pounding like a war drum in my ears until my pulse scrambled out of control. "You still get wet for me and not that bastard," Adrian noted, a dark, low scoff vibrating through his thick chest as he drove his hips forward, thrusting heavily into my slick core. His pace was relentless, brutal, and unyielding, each hard hit rattling through my bones and driving my body forward against the headboard while the metallic mattress springs squeaked loudly beneath our combined weight. Beads of cold sweat dripped from his brow onto my bare shoulder blades, making my goosebump-covered skin prickle and shiver under the damp impa

He was hitting my spot over and over, driving me into the wooden bench. He increased his speed. His hips moving like a machine, his body a blur of raw energy. He was pounding , thrusting deep and fast into me, his breathing coming in deep, animal grunts. I began to pulse around him, my insides clenching in tight, desperate waves. I was soaking wet, my juices dripping onto the bench. "ahhh! ohhh! mmm-nnn-gh... yes! right there! don't stop! fuck! ahhh... faster! right there! ohhh... shittt! give it to me harder!"

He pounced. Thud. Thud. Thud. He pounded into her, his hips hitting hers with a rhythmic, messy slap. Madison held her legs high, her ankles crossing behind his back to pull him even deeper. Every strike hit her cervix, sending waves of white-hot lightning through her gut. The salt of their sweat mingled, the smell of sex and ozone filling the gym.

I focus on it and try to make my own breath match his. In. Out. In. Out. Just as my eyelids begin to fall shut again, there's a heavy, loud pounding at the front door. I jump, my body stiffening, every nerve snapping awake. What the fuck? The knocks are deep and solid at first, like whoever's out there is trying to break the door down. Then they fade into dull, uneven thuds.

A heartbeat later, a massive, sickening crash echoed from inside the open house, followed by the loud sound of a chair flipping over and shattering against the hardwood. "What the hell is your problem?!" Zion’s furious roar boomed through the entryway, followed instantly by a violent, heavy thud. The sound of flesh striking flesh echoed all the way out to the driveway. Zion had just punched Noah.

My heart pounded like a war drum, its frantic beats echoing in my ears, threatening to drown out all rational thought. Exhaustion gripped me, sapping every ounce of strength from my weary body, leaving me devoid of any strength to continue running. Desperation guided my trembling hands as I attempted to retreat, to put some distance between myself and the pursuing rogues. But my hand experienced nothing beneath it, a cliff edge that sent a shiver of dread down my spine. Slowly, I arched my head backward, and at that moment, my heart skipped a beat. I clenched my lips together, desperately trying to regain control of my racing heart. The pounding in my chest wa