Pucking Around Book 1 Novels & Stories

Her hips arched toward the ceiling, giving him easy access to her tender flesh. With a low growl, he sank his fangs deep into her inner thigh. She jerked with surprise from the pain, but he held her thigh in place with an iron grip with his free hand. He greedily drank while he continued to give her womanhood the attention needed to bring her to an erotic height. It was a new experience for her that was confusing at first. It took a few moments before she moved past the fact that she could feel a serious amount of blood being taken from her and allowed herself to get lost in the explosion of ecstasy that was occurring.

Chapter 2: Awakening in the Den My eyes fluttered open to a world that felt wrong, like I'd stumbled into a dream I couldn't wake from. The air was thick and earthy, smelling of damp stone and smoke from flickering torches. I was lying on a rough bed of furs, my body aching from the chase through the woods. Every muscle screamed, but it was the heat inside me that scared me most—a slow burn starting low in my belly, spreading like wildfire. What the hell had happened? One minute I was hiking alone, trying to outrun my shitty city job and the emptiness it left, the next I was running from... wolves? No, not wolves. Men who turned into wolves. And that guy—Thorne—he'd saved me, but his eyes, t

What the hell is happening here? “What the fuck?” I say. Is this some kind of prank that Victor’s decided to pull? He should know that we are not in high school anymore, and this kind of behaviour is nothing but stupid. I don’t understand what this means, but I know it’s nothing good. I don’t know what to do. Should I touch the book? Should I even go near it? What if something bad happens to me if I do touch the book? The book finally stops moving, and it stays on one page. There’s an image in the book. I look hard at what’s being portrayed, and it’s the image of a beast with large horns.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

I hated this sudden craving in me. Why does last night keep resurfacing? Was it because I've had sex for the first time that now made me feel horny this easily? Horny even at the touch of a man I vowed not to willingly surrender to him, yet it was barely 24 hours and I'm already caving in to his touch! I struggled to get away again, but he caught my hands before I could place them on his chest to push him away. I saw him do something astonishing. He took my middle finger into his mouth.

ck, Karl was turned on. End of book 1 I'm sorry for the late updates, the book didn't do as good as thought it would so I'd be ending the book 1 here

I’d fucked around with so many girls puck bunnies mostly who threw themselves at the team after wins sucking me off quick or riding me hard in cars or hotel beds and it was always good enough to scratch the itch but Izzy felt interesting in a way that bugged me she pushed back didn’t just roll over and take my shit she called me out on being disrespectful to her and her mom and even after I yelled about them being broke or whatever she still stood there staring at me naked like she couldn’t look away. My hand pumped quicker and now fist tight around my dick as I imagined spreading her legs for real tasting her seeing if she was as wet as she looked in the video licking her until she couldn’t

"You. Everything. Us. The fact that you're here. The fact that we made it. The fact that we survived. The fact that we're still standing. The fact that we're still together. The fact that we're still fighting. The fact that we still have each other. The fact that we still want each other." I'm in the living room. Reading. He's in the armchair across from me. Watching. His eyes don't leave my face. He hasn't turned a page of his own book in twenty minutes. He's not even pretending to read anymore. The book is just a prop. A cover. An excuse to sit there and look at me. "Ethan." "Yes?" "You're doing it again. You're watching me. You're not even pretending to read. You're just staring at me. Yo

While the two of them were discussing my life, I started to have arrangements in my head and the name I saw was: "PACULAR SPARKER" The atmosphere in the room began to change, there seemed to be a cold air flowing through the books placed in the room, the wind began to blow strongly, and from the far corner of the room, a flying book appeared. up. It slowly lifted itself off the bookshelf and quickly flew towards us. Aubrey jumped up to catch the book that was rushing towards him, he looked at me with confused eyes but maybe he didn't want to ask, he wanted me to say it myself. I smile wryly, I wish I could say what I know but my memories are so jumbled that it wasn't clear the day before I w

My feet met the floor, and he turned my back to him with my breast pressed on the cold tile. My back arched, waiting for him to fill me again. His hands landed on my ass, rubbing the softness before spreading them. "Oh, fuck.." My legs shook as he filled me once again, stretching my walls and clenching around him. He began to rock, slowly, steady. His right hand wrapped around my waist, pulling my ass closer to him while his left rubbed circles on my clit. "You are so stubborn, Amanda." He placed a kiss on my shoulder. "—Beautiful," A kiss. "—Kind," A kiss. "—Trustworthy."