Slim Thicc Novels & Stories

"Next session is in seven days." She's out the door before he can add anything else. In the corridor, Lisa is waiting. "He didn't throw you out." "It went fine." Mia glances through the door's narrow window. Inside, Elias is examining the tape job on his shoulder, head bent, expression unreadable. She flexes her fingers quietly. His muscle density is, frankly, extraordinary—she'd had to work three times as hard as a standard session just to get purchase on the tissue. Her wrists are already filing a formal complaint.

Not in the way the press means when they talk about his size, not as spectacle or intimidation, but in the way his body seems to exceed the logic of the space meant to hold it, like the hallway itself has underestimated what it would mean to contain that much heat, that much muscle, that much barely restrained force stripped of pads and context and armor. He’s shirtless, skin still flushed from exertion, heat rolling off him in a way that I can feel without even touching. His chest is broad to the point of near-impossibility, peppered with black hair, muscles layered thick and dense, rising and falling with breaths that haven’t settled yet. Veins stand out along his arms and neck, dark and p

When I see Reese Chapman again, it is exactly three years after I sever our mate bond. It is also the third year since I completely seal my wolf and hide at the edge of the Shadow pack territory, living as an insignificant healer. Tonight, the air in the clinic feels heavy and icy under his overwhelming aura. He carries a lightly injured female companion in his arms and forcibly takes over the best VIP ward in the clinic. During my shift, he summons me three times through his guards. The first time, he coldly orders, "There are wolfsbane fragments on the bedsheets. Change them." I send an apprentice herbalist to handle it. Two hours later, he has a nurse relay another order. "The smell

But despite his fury she couldn't deny how she liked his sweaty smell, and how his body on hers made her feel something she wasn't supposed to feel. Her breath caught in her throat. His weight was pressing her against the boards like a wall of muscle and heat. She could feel every hard inch of him—the planes of his chest, the ridges of his abdomen, the strength of his thighs bracketing hers. All these sent her thoughts in directions she wasn't supposed to think of in the first place. “Now you listen to me little girl,” he sneered in a low tone. “You’re just a prop, a tool, a fake girlfriend I'm using to clean up my image, so act like it and don't ever raise your voice at me again," he leaned

One guy in a sharp black suit slammed a tablet down so hard the sound cracked through the room. "Look at this,” the sponsor barked. “Videos of you half-naked, shoving people, drunk off your face. It’s everywhere. T*****r, TikTok, I*******m. Comments are calling you a mess. This is unacceptable. You’re dragging our brand through the mud.” Jeffery’s stomach twisted hard. He wanted to explain the fight with Roland, the stupid call that started everything, how one thing snowballed into that basement nightmare. His mouth opened but the words got stuck. Heart pounding, throat tight, he just sat there frozen.

The second is slimmer, maybe five inches, tapered for easy entry, with a strong buzz and a flared base so it stays put. I hold them in my hands, admiring them. God, I'm so horny I could come just looking. I bring the thick one to my mouth first. Parting my lips, I slide it in, sucking like it's the real thing. My tongue laps at the tip, then down the shaft. I take it deeper, gagging a little when it hits the back of my throat, but that only turns me on more. Drool runs down my chin as I bob my head, moaning around it. The taste is neutral, silicone, but in my head, it's salty and musky.

Roric growled. He didn't use any spit. He used the slickness from my pussy, reaching down to smear it over my puckered hole. I felt his thumb push in first, stretching the tight ring of muscle, and then he replaced it with his cock. He didn't go slow. He slammed into my ass, the intrusion making me cry out in a mix of shock and agonizing pleasure.

she reassured me, taking a sip from her cup. "Slim is like the king of this damn hellhole. Even when he isn't here, nobody tries to take his place. Fucking cowards," Blowjob Guy chimed in, and they all burst into laughter. "Then why don't you give it a shot, Zeek?" the redhead challenged, finally revealing his name.

“Scream louder, sis. Tell me how much you love your stepbrother’s cock ruining you.” “Yes! I love it! Fuck me harder please!” I gripped her hips tight and railed her like an animal, slamming deep into her dripping cunt over and over. Her pussy fluttered and clenched violently around me as she came hard, squirting messily down her trembling thighs with a loud scream, but I didn't stop. I continued thrusting in a out of her, slapping that ass that belongs to me now again and again until they were bright red. The things I'd do to fuck that....

Her dad had another wife, but there were no children between them except step children. Esther was slim. Her face was below average in beauty. Her skin was flawless. Her finger and toe nails were beautiful and always neatly trimmed. Her titties were small but always stood beautifully in her dress. She had a slim waist, and below it was her supple, callipygous backside. She had a long neck, a small head, and a face that was not broad.