Sloppy Seconds Novels & Stories

“Okay, fine. I fucked up the play call. Had to improvise. That touchdown was like sixty percent panic, forty percent muscle memory.” “So you got lucky,” Sloane says. “I prefer ‘tactically flexible.’” “You made luck look like genius.” “That’s kind of my whole career.” They’re both laughing now, and I realize I’m having more fun than I’ve had in months. No handlers, no cameras, no performance. Just three people eating pasta and giving each other shit. When the check comes, Sloane tries to pay her third. “Absolutely not,” I say. “We agreed—” “We agreed you wouldn’t let me buy you dinner as a source. But you’re not treating me as a source anymore, are you?”

I nodded, trying my hardest not to laugh at his confusion. “But…Taylor.” “Taylor is such a fun story to tell. I hope I can tell it when she has children of her own.” Jacob blinked several times in my direction. He looked so sexy confused... “So, hmm, the process was fast? I’ve heard it can take several sessions to get pregnant.” “Oh no. It was a one-time business. And thank God, because I don’t think I could’ve deal with having to get drunk repeatedly for him to find me masculine enough to perform.”

Most of his cuts were healed and some bruises started to appear. Leon wraps his arms around my waist and crashes my back against the cold shower wall I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Leon places soft kisses on my neck making me moan. My hands grabbing his hair that has grown longer. I scratch his back with my nails as his hand grabs my ass. His cock slides into me without any warning. We were not making love. This was hungry sex. We were fucking for our lives. We were hungry for each other.

“Though, I am sorry if Mister Andrius didn’t make it here to personally bring you the contract.” “No worries about that,” Lancelot said and let go of my hand because Adze is giving us deadly stares again. “Like what we said earlier, we know what is happening in Raiden so we are also aware that your boss is too busy for the launch of your new payment method for this weekend.” And I just smiled. Dashiel talks a lot. Well, Enver wanted to rush the launch of this method. He said that we cannot waste any more time so everyone in Raiden worked overtime just to satisfy our boss.

I whispered back to Chase. "Shift change and newbies is what it boils down too. We need to get more training in. Shift change is taking 20 minutes and it should only take 3-5 minutes. I don't like the kids who are on this patrol right here. They play around too much." Damion explained

Emily nodded as she walked down the Hall still in her husbands embrace. ________________________________________________________ Going forward Michael will be Called Sam. "It's been two weeks can't I go home yet" Sam spoke in frustration " I feel fine I can walk, talk and piss when can I fucking leave" Sam bellowed at Doctor Jones. "Sam you have to realise you came in with severe head trauma. By rights it would take two to five years to completely recover but you have recovered fully in two weeks. This is unprecedented, we would like to run more tests" Before he could finish

she said with a self-conscious smile. As if he wanted to change the subject, he returned her attention to the obstacle. “All right, this is The Hill,” he said as she took a drink out of a water bottle and set it back down on the floor. She nodded her head, and he continued. “It’s pretty simple. All you’ll need to do is just get up and get back down in six seconds.” Cadence had never worked out like this before, but she felt she had just a little bit left to give him. “Six seconds?” she clarified. She had no way of knowing if that would be easier for her or not.

Want You Back - 5 Seconds of Summer Gerald's POV 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 Creckless, smart, stupid! I admit, the stupid woman is smart, but stupid reckless, without calculation. I clearly couldn't believe what came out of Rara's mouth. I'm not a fool who does anything without analysis. I also could not concede because I was still a teenager.

"Get your heads in the game! If I see one more lazy pass, you can all spend the rest of the week running laps until you puke!" Sloane’s voice echoed through the Chicago Storm locker room like a gunshot. She paced the length of the tiled floor, her footsteps heavy and uneven. Every time she shifted her weight, she felt a sharp, lingering ache between her thighs. The memory of the concrete floor and Tatum’s rough fingers flashed through her mind, making her core tighten. She was still sore, her pussy feeling swollen and sensitive from the intensity of their encounter in the tunnel. The physical reminder of Tatum’s dominance was driving her into a frenzy of irritation.

It’s bigger than the shorter one’s – longer, thicker – and my eyes go wide behind my fear. “Think you can’t take it?” He strokes himself slowly, watching me. “You’ll take it. You don’t have a choice.” He climbs onto the bed. Positions himself between my spread legs. Runs the head of his cock through my dripping folds, coating himself in his partner’s cum. “Sloppy seconds,” he murmurs. “I love sloppy seconds.” He pushes inside. Slow this time. Making me feel every inch. The stretch is intense – more than the first one, almost too much. I whimper as he forces himself deeper, my pussy struggling to accommodate him.