Slippery T Novels & Stories

Something like a laugh escapes my lips as his growl rumbles through the small field, his paws vibrating the ground behind me as he tries to catch up. I can feel Slade's large frame gaining on me, quivering from his powerful aura, not in fear but excitement. His shoulders align with my hind legs. Using his mouth to grab my hand leg, he causes me to trip and stumble on my feet. Using this to his advantage, his large frame tumbles to the ground with me.

We entered the city as ghosts on steel. In my helmet’s HUD, the thermal signatures of the city were a chaotic blur of orange and red, but I was looking for something specific. I was looking for the "Cold-Pulse", the signature of a Slider. "El, I’ve got a localized spike," Viper’s voice crackled in my ear. "Three blocks east. An old meat-packing plant. It’s leaking Nitrogen... wait, no. That’s not Nitrogen. That’s the Slider’s endothermic vent."

​Sssslip. ​"Ah... fuck..." Kendrick groaned, his hands reaching up to grip her rounded hips as she sank all the way down to his pubic bone. ​Lily placed her palms flat on his muscular thighs for leverage, leaning her torso forward, arching her back gracefully. She began lifting and dropping her hips along his length, riding him with fast, rhythmic, frantic authority. ​Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

he whispered in a low tone before turning his attention back to the person. His hand slipped inside of my underwear without warning, smirking as his fingers grazed against my already wet entrance. He trailed his index finger, and my body jerked as he found a sensitive spot. Realizing this, he began to rub small circles over that specific area, causing me to inhale sharply. "He's the sweetest," Lilly said to Leah, momentarily distracting me from the whole Jake situation. Unexpectedly, Hayden slipped his middle finger inside me, and I immediately crossed my legs, preventing any further movements. His lips brushed against my earlobe, and his deep voice sent a shiver down my spine.

It was a trending video of a stripper who melted hearts with her dance. "Definitely can't be ," I muttered as I clicked on it. Right on my screen was the weird girl from the bar. Could she really be a stripper? How the hell did this even get online to be trending at this time of the day? I scrolled through my contacts and placed a call. One ring…. Two rings…. Three rings.. "Hello. Good morning, Alpha Zeus." There was no need for pleasantries. When I needed something, I went for it. "I need the stripper from last night," I said in a bossy tone.

Our wetness mixed, making every movement slippery and sexy. She leaned forward, capturing one of my nipples in her mouth and sucking hard while her hips kept moving. Belle's fingers traced my jaw, then slid down to pinch my other nipple, twisting just enough to make me gasp into her mouth. Tasha picked up the pace, grinding against me faster, her clit rubbing mine with every roll of her hips. She reached down and spread my pussy lips wider with her fingers so our clits could grind directly together, the friction of our clits made the heat coil low in my belly.

The table has been pushed nearly halfway to the wall, leaving long, scuff marks on the hardwood floor. I stand there, naked and dripping, my breath coming in hot, white clouds that seem to hang in the air. My cock is already twitching back to life, the head swollen and sensitive, still coated in Skyler’s slickness and the remnants of my own come. I look at Adam. He’s leaning over Sloane, his hands still holding onto her hips, his massive ten-inch cock sliding out of her pussy with a heavy, wet squelch.

His mouth moved toward her clit but stopped short. Lowering his head, he used the tip of his tongue to place small fluttering lick along the bottom of her slit. It felt glassy smooth and very slippery. He kept going down until the tip of his tongue dipped into her opening. He held it still. He could feel the opening moving, almost grabbing the tip of his tongue. He went a little deeper.

she retorts, sticking her tongue at him. As if drawn to her by a magnetic force, he moves closer to her and nuzzles her neck, basking in her Lusky scent, mixed with the smell of red clay and Arabian perfume. He can also detect her arousal, and this makes him moan her name quietly, and he reaches for her soft, rosy, and ready lips. His lips land on hers, and she gasps in indescribable pleasure. He sweeps his tongue into hers, their lips Tango, moved by the music of passion.

My slippered step falters beneath the weight of it, the marble floor suddenly feeling treacherous beneath the thin soles. My shawl shifts slightly off one shoulder, revealing a glimpse of my silver curls, and my fingers reflexively clutch at the edge of it tighter. The silk is cool and smooth, but I find the familiar rough stitching of trees and animals along the seam and hold fast—needing that scrape of thread beneath my fingertips like a tether to something real. Something mine. The embroidery is slightly raised, each stitch a small bump I can trace with my thumb, grounding me in tactile certainty.