Rin With His Tongue Out Novels & Stories

I nodded blnot trusting my voice at this particular moment so nodding seemed like the better option. "Cat got your tongue," his face held amusement, "look at you, your face is flushed, your cheeks are a deep shade of red that looks so fucking good on you, your breathing is hitched and your trying your best not to moan right now because you want to win but your not realizing that your legs are pressed so tightly together that you yourself are trying to make a friction to numb the ache and stop the juices seaping out of your little pink cunt, your not so tough now are you baby," I gulped.

Now, not drinking made me fake. My hands were shaking. I felt sick. They kept yelling. I turned to leave. Chuck yanked me back and shoved me onto the couch. My stomach slammed into the sharp edge of the table. The pain hit hard—blinding and instant. My head spun. My stomach throbbed. I couldn't move. Chuck barked, "Get up! Stop faking! Say sorry!" He grabbed me again, dragging me upright. Then I saw it—the blood on the floor.

The man who thinks I'm still a kid. Rylan stare down on me, lower—to the swell of my breasts, his gaze darkening slightly as he remove his hand from my mouth and turn away, backing me like the mere sight of me is unravelling him. "Why the fuck did you do that at the dinning earlier?" He spits, the anger and frustration in his voice unmistakable. "Do you really have to go that far? It's just a bet Lira!" He shifts his mask like it's uncomfortable.

Our tongues danced with each other. We let us go after we were full of breath . My head was spinning as it still resting on a soft cushion . He parted from me to remove his shirt . My eyes widened as his muscles were visible . My breath hitched. His tan chest and ripped muscle appeared fantom . He got a lion inked on his chest roaring . I peeked through my lashes . he kept his one knee between my legs . I licked my lips involuntarily . He was stirring all my insides . I took a long breath as he bent toward me .

"I'm going home. Figure out the way yourself— you're a damn vampire, for heaven's sake." And I'm about to do that when my eyes freeze on a person coming down the street. What the...? No. But the faded golden highlights in dark hair is unmistakable. And so are his features— even if he's looking down at his phone. He looks up. Our eyes meet, and I rush to turn back around to face the traffic light— ticking down to its last seconds. Rin is focused on the game he's playing— from the old console he'd stolen from my apartment.

are the only words I dare speak not trusting myself to say anymore. We stopped at a red light and Riggin leaned closer to me, reaching his hand out and pulling my lip from my teeth, just like he did at the millpond intersection. “You’re gonna chew your lip off at this rate.” he said softly leaving a tingling feeling where his fingers had just been. I didn’t even realize I was biting it again. “Sorry bad habit” my voice sounded airy and I try to regain my composure. “I don’t even realize I’m doing it anymore!” I said doing my best to smile.

"What?" "I'm not going to cum in your mouth." "But I want to taste you." Rin's voice was full of longing. "Later," I said, pulling away from her. She looked up at me as though I had taken her favourite toy away from her. I didn't hesitate. Instead, I pulled her pants down, revealing her pussy. It was wet and swollen from her arousal. I lowered myself to my knees, pulling her legs over my shoulders. Then, I leaned forward, pressing my tongue against her swollen clit. Rin let out a scream of pleasure and writhed beneath me.

"We agreed I was in charge!" There was a beat of silence behind me. Then Rylan laughed. It was a low laugh, rumbling from his chest, threaded with ragged breath. He stretched his neck, bringing his face close to mine, and stuck out his tongue, licking across my lips--once, twice--like he was savoring a dessert. His tongue was hot and wet, carrying the faint, salty taste of himself. When he was done, his eyes were blazing, those golden wolf eyes fixed on me, pupils narrowed to slits, filled with amusement and something else entirely.

"Mark me. Claim me. I want everyone to know." He stopped moving. For a second I thought I'd said something wrong. But then I saw his face. His expression. The way he was looking at me like I'd just handed him the world on a silver platter. "Say it again," he demanded. "Mark me." He lowered his head. His mouth found the place where my neck met my shoulder. The gland there was swollen, sensitive, and pumping out so much scent I could barely stand it. He bit down.

Morning sunlight spills through the massive windows leading to the backyard, highlighting the bead of precum that weeps from his length. “Goddess, Rin,” Finn rasps, elongating the ‘e’ just how I like. His palms smacked against the countertop behind him. “The way you look at me…” He shudders when my tongue darts out, flicking against his slit. The saltiness of his come blooms across my tongue, and I let out a whimper, needing more. My lips wrap around his length, swirling my tongue as I take him to the back of my throat, keeping my eyes locked with his.