Rumble Power Slap Novels & Stories

With that, he gave me a cold look, then turned and walked back into Fiona’s hospital room without looking back. My heart froze as his cold back disappeared. I heard him gently comfort Fiona. I could not believe Nigel thought I was a bad person, even though he had no proof at all. I rubbed my sore eyes and was about to leave when Jora came out. She leaned close to me with a smug smile. “So what if you’re his crush? You still lose to people like us. “If you’re smart, go inside, kneel, and apologize to Fiona. Maybe Nigel would like you a little more.”

The cuffs on her hands clings. It makes me go crazy every time I pound into her. The motion that goes up and down against the sheets. Her hair moving in pace. Every breath she hitches. I thought of something creative. She inhales deep and I— pound pound pound Inserting my whole length and she cries. I slapped her pinkish fucking ass. “Bunny,” slap. “Grind on me like a fucking whore, baby.”

With a swift, sharp motion, my palm connected with his right cheek, the impact sending a shockwave through my arm. The slap echoed off the walls of the cramped cloakroom, the sound reverberating through the air like a crack of thunder. The noise was loud, a sharp report that seemed to hang suspended for a moment, a testament to the intensity of my emotions. Alexander's head jerked to the side, his eyes widening in surprise, as the red imprint of my hand blossomed on his cheek like a fiery brand.

Again, he slapped Monas face again. Monas face was swollen and it was like a red tomato now. “how dare you to spit my handsome face! I’m being nice to you but you push my limit and turned into a demon! I will show you how powerful I am!” Slap! then he slapped Monas continuously. Monas face was about to deform due to the strong impact of slapped cause by Ronald Champ. Mona didn’t feel any pain, she felt numbed right now but she still endure the pain.

She felt the eyes of strangers boring into her, their whispers and stares like daggers, but she didn’t care; this was her moment, her truth laid bare before the world. As she prepared to turn away, he still held her arm with a grip that felt unyielding, a chain that threatened to bind her once again. In a swift, instinctive motion, she slapped him hard across the face. The sound of skin meeting skin rang out, a sharp crack that cut through the thick tension, and for a brief moment, silence enveloped them, as if the world around them had paused in shock, caught in a breathless gasp of disbelief. It felt exhilarating, the way her palm stung with the power of her actions, a satisfying release o

It was apparent that the answer was no. While it sounded like a long process in description, in reality, Zayn had already arrived behind him in the blink of an eye and delivered a full-blown slap. Before his palm landed on Solomon, a monstrous presence was stirred up with loud rumbling noises. It felt as if even the air could not withstand the power of Zayn’s slap to the point that it was compressed and crushed.

Bright red palm prints were plastered on both sides of his face. Before he could get back up again, Harvey took a step forward and slapped him down once more. Vince screamed in pain as he slammed into the ground. Slap! “A God of War, you say?!” “Your very own Zephyr Slash?” “Winner takes all!” “Well, then! Why don’t you tell me who’s the winner right now?!” Harvey kept slapping Vince down without mercy as he spoke. The man who brought his entire force so he could rise to power, was right now wailing in pain after being constantly slapped in the face. His face became as swollen as a pig.

He doesn't let up. His knuckles turn a dangerous, bloodless white as he squeezes tighter, Julian’s breaths turning into choked, desperate rattles. The wire inside my mind finally snaps. I explode. I pull my right arm back and swing with everything inside me, landing a vicious, open-handed slap squarely across Cade’s face. CRACK.

—as he drove into me. He reached back and grabbed the ruler again. While he was fucking me, he started to slap the ruler against my stomach and my breasts. Slap. Slap. Slap. The cold wood on my front and his hot meat on my inside was too much. I was a mess of noise and fluids.