Reeling Him In Mga Nobela at Kwento

It's… pulsing… squeezing, fitting. Rhea rolls her eyes back, feeling such intense pleasure that tears are streaming down her face. Her trembling arms encircle his neck, searching for contact, for the warmth he gives. And the mind fogs up again, slowly taking her back to that primitive state from which Callisto has not returned yet.

Sharper. More dangerous. “Then I will remove it.” My breath catches. “What?” “You.” The word lands like a verdict. Final. Unavoidable. “No,” I whisper. “Yes.” The machine surges. Stronger than before. The restraints tighten painfully. Energy spikes through me— ripping— burning— pulling something out again. “Stop!” I gasp. “Final correction initiated.” “No!” His hand rises again— this time without hesitation. This time— fully controlled.

Reid’s eyes dropped meaningfully to his groin as he grinned. “Hey,” Jasper reached over and gripped just above Reid’s knee. “Ever been jerked off whilst driving a Porsche?”

I reach back quickly and grab at his long hair, fisting it tight until I know it hurts. "Let go." He doesn't move. "Soleus. Let. Go." He growls at me again. I pull, yanking his head back. "Let. Go. Now."

Jules choked on the stretch. His body jolted, boots scraping against loose rock, arms braced against the rough wall as Reed buried every inch inside him. No warning. No mercy. Just cock and pressure and a deep, tearing fullness that made his spine curve and his mouth fall open without a sound. “Breathe,” Reed ordered again, but he was already moving. Pulling out halfway. Slamming back in. Again. Again. Harder. Deeper. Meaner.

I close my eyes, the memory of him hitting me like a whirlwind. The man that sat near the bar in a place that looked like a secluded booth. I had no idea of his name. But while I danced, I stole glances at him and his eyes never left me even for a second. There was something unsettling about the way he looked at me. His eyes were dark and piercing like he was dissecting every inch of me. His hair slicked back and tied in a knot. He was older, well dressed and exuded an aura that made my heart race.

His damp hair was messily tousled as he dried it with a small towel. Elise stood rooted to the spot. Her eyes unintentionally lingered on the defined lines of his abs, clearly visible under the room’s lighting. She swallowed hard, her face heating up. Reiner caught her gaze in the mirror and smirked. “Amused, are you?” Elise snapped out of her trance, quickly lowering her head. Her hands trembled as she pretended to busy herself with the tie. “I—I wasn’t looking at anything, sir,” Elise stammered.

Her body was shaking, her hips bucking back to meet him with every strike. "You like the switch, don't you, Rissa?" Reed growled. "You like knowing that you're both being used by the law at the same time?" "Yes... oh, god, yes!" I was losing myself in Miller’s pace. He reached around and gripped my throat lightly, not enough to choke me, but enough to make me feel completely trapped. He started to speed up, his breath becoming a series of hot, jagged puffs against my ear. "You're so tight, girl," Miller whispered. "Better than any girl I’ve pulled over all month."

I didn't know the rhythm, so I mimicked what I thought would feel good, bobbing my head slightly, taking him a little deeper with each motion. "Relax your throat, and breathe," he coaxed, his thumb stroking my cheek. "You’re doing so well." I hummed around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath. I took him deeper, feeling the blunt head press against the back of my throat. My eyes watered, and I gagged slightly, pulling back to gasp for air. "Easy," he said, not letting me pull away completely. I went back down, this time focusing on the suction, on the wet, sloppy sounds that filled the room. I looked up at him, watching the muscles in his stomach contract every time I swirled

"It’s a leg harness. It wraps around your thighs, pinning your legs in a way that keeps you completely open and spread, taking away any leverage you have to pull away from me." Roe’s chest heaved as she processed his words, her pulse hammering against her ribs. She looked up at the heavy wooden beam running across the ceiling of his study, where a steel ring glinted under the dim lights. "Are you going to have me suspended in the air?" she asked, her eyes glistening with raw, naked anticipation. Elijah stopped, a slow, dark smile spreading across his face. "Do you want me to?" Roe nodded without a single second of hesitation. "Yes. I want to try it out."