Shadow Girlfriend Sonic Novels & Stories

Little wonder why my fingers were still wrapped around my cock, dry and caked from sweat and c*m. "Damn it!" I cussed under my breath, forcing myself to get off the bed, the headache attacking me like it was waiting for that specific moment. The moment I grabbed my forehead with my palms, the phone began to ring again, breaking through my line of thoughts and forcing my attention to the table just between the bed and the door. "Get lost, y'all!" I screamed weakly, getting off the messy sheets of the mattress to check who was calling. It was Sonia, the Swissman's daughter, the spoiled rich brat that paid me so much to pretend to be her father during the Christmas holidays.

But before I can shove those fingers in my mouth she grabs my arm and brings my hand down and starts sucking on them, I can see the flash of sapphire in her eyes and I know its the bond making her do this but I don’t even care right now and I don’t care if she regrets in later, I take what I want and right now I need to taste her pussy and have her grinding on my face. I pull my hand away from her mouth and lean down, I slide my hands under those luscious toned thighs and lift her, her back makes contact with the wall and I slide her slightly higher. “Hold on to the top of the shower screen I tell her” She obeys instantly and that just makes me all the more greedier. Once I know she is holdi

She gave me that look—the one that said she wasn’t buying it—but the music shifted and that was my cue. I held the shot glass out to Laura. “Pour me another one,” I said, letting my eyes do most of the convincing. She hesitated, giving me that little look, but finally sighed and filled it anyway. I didn’t hesitate. I downed it in one gulp. “One more,” I said. Laura’s brow furrowed. “Are you sure? You haven’t eaten, and—” “I’ll be fine,” I cut her off, rolling my eyes. I wasn’t listening to warnings, not tonight. I just needed to drown out the noise of my life, even if only for a second.

Gay Me: His birthday is coming, did you know? Lucas: Ya ya. Bitch is turning 21 before us! Me: I know, right? I think you should get him a hamster. Lucas: I would get him a brain. My phone gets a notification right then and so I change the chats. My eyes light up when I see Officer Damian's name on the top of my chat list. Officer Damian: :) Cute.

Micheal traced his fingers from her neck down to her chest. "Does it still hate me? Is that the reason you don't wanna tell her the truth?" He speaks huskily as his breath fans her face. His finger tracing back to her neck, she responds to the sensation of it, Micheal places kisses around her neck, finding a soft spot, he sucks to it. Her mouth wide open, by pleasure, surely he knows what he's doing, leaving a mark on her neck. A hickey. Unaware to them, the dumbfounded Scott and Sonia beholds them with the door open wide.

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

I returned the question to her, hoping we could avoid the initial discussion of my fright. “Yes yes. This will last me the night,” Sonia cheerfully announced and I nodded in satisfaction, ready to go back inside. Reaching the back door of the house, I heard Sonia out in frustration, slowing down her steps and looking up to the sky. “Did the moon goddess have to mate me with this kind of person?” She muttered but I could hear her properly. Right on cue, the door swung open, revealing Grey who did not look too happy. “What?” Sonia frowned at him.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

“She’s not even the Goddess of the moon, but of all light – and she has a partner. Though honestly he sounds like a bit of a downer.” “Well, isn’t that fascinating.” Sinclair tells me, in the tone of one speaking to a drunk toddler. Then he clears his throat, “Dad?” “Yeah, she’s still pretty high.” Henry mutters, and I emit an affronted scoff. “Here dearheart, listen to this while I explain to Dominic.” My phone is ready and waiting at my side, with the recording of Sinclair’s purrs cued up in case I needed to be calmed down during the session. He presses play, and the sound rumbles to life by my ear, sending ripples of cozy warmth through my body.

Unconsciously, she moved closer to William's side. "This is the girl I was referring to," Paoli said, pulling the man's attention back to him as he indicated an obviously enthralled Amber, who was standing like a zombie on his other side. The man moved over to look more closely at Amber. He hunched down so he was eye-level with her, and moved his hand in front of her face, as if checking to see how well tranced she was. Apparently satisfied, he stood back up and looked at Paoli. "And you want me to take her to Lycaon's people?" he clarified.