Split And Swallow Book Novels & Stories

It stuck, and wouldn't remove. Her guts encouraged her to touch the book. And she did. She touched the book, and then slanted it, as if, wanting to remove it from its position amongst the books in that particular shelf. But as she did so, she heard unlocking sounds, and watched as the library parted into two, from that particular book. The book was divided into two equal parts now. "You did it!" She heard Anthony say, and turned and look at him. He was smiling down at her.

I said as I attempted to swallow my first taste. Xipher enjoying his meal nodded. “It will be beneficial to learn all you can do here.” He said as he swallowed his meal like it was nothing. He noticed my struggling to swallow and frowned. “Is it not to your liking?” I forced the bite down, “It is quite different from what I am used to.” “I could have the cook prepare you another dish. Something a little more to your liking?” I was about to object when he was already signaling a servant and whispered something in his ear. The servant looked in my direction and bowed towards Xipher and left.

I forced myself to keep reading, my pulse loud enough to drown out the quiet hum of the coffee shop around me. The next line waited beneath the first, short, urgent, impossible to misread. *Whatever you do, do not trust the man you married.*

SPLORCH. The noise was a wet, greedy swallow. He bottomed out, his balls slapped against my clit with a wet thwap. We both cried out. “This,” he snarled as he held himself deep. “This is home. This tight, hot, dripping fucking home for my cock.” He pulled back almost all the way—shlooooorp—and slammed home again. THUD-squelch.

Damian tried to help Hugo lose weight, but Hugo couldn't stop sneaking snacks at school. He even managed to keep him off meat for two whole days—until Caleb and Betty showed up with a giant slab of pork. Hugo's eyes lit up. He looked ready to eat it raw. For once, Damian snapped. He yelled at Caleb and Betty, grabbed the pork, and chucked it out the window. But those two didn't get it. They kept insisting Hugo needed more food to "stay strong."

"Evelyn, I hate you. I'll live your life better than you ever could. Only I can give Mom and Dad what they want." Before leaving, she even tipped off the boss and staff to make things harder for me. She turned misery into hell. So this little taste of suffering—how could it ever compare? And then, Amelia started falling apart. Her face so pale she had to cake on foundation. Meanwhile, after a year of real food, rest, and the vitamins the doctor ordered, my body finally bounced back. I looked healthier. More alive. *** Before long, SAT day hit. All three of them looked relieved.

You can return anything to any of the other libraries. Once Sally was outside, she opened the book. Flashes of images starting running through her mind like a video on fast forward. Only these were images of the scrolls and certain symbols stood out to her. She was vaguely aware of her team trying to reach her, but it was like the book stole their speed. They were moving slower than in slow motion. The book was giving her the answers she needed and when it was done, she fell to the pavement and started to scream. Her head was pounding worse than a migraine.

I smiled against his dick and continued my torture, dragging my lips in clockwise swirls and them anti clockwise swirls around the throbbing head of his dick till it oozed with precum. He groaned, his stomach hardening into ridges and grabbed my hair to hold me in place and began slamming into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat with frantic thrusts. He shook uncontrollably, muttering broken words before a hot, thick flood filled my mouth. He came with a force that made his whole body shudder, but even then, he didn't get soft. “Swallow.” He breathed heavily and I obeyed "Good girl," he whispered. "Now, spit in my hand."

Hot, thick pulses flooded my mouth, spilling over my tongue, and down my throat. I swallowed greedily with a moan, my throat working around him, taking every drop he gave me until he was spent, shuddering, hips jerking with the last weak spurts. He held me there a moment longer until his cock softened in my mouth, then slowly he pulled out, a thick string of cum and saliva connecting my lips to the head before it snapped. “Swallow,” he ordered, voice hoarse but firm. I did, every fucking drop, my throat working visibly as I swallowed, eyes locked on his the entire time.

The book quivered in resistance to her touch, and the chains tightened around Vincent even more tightly. Vincent cried out, “Camela!” She screamed back, gripping the cover tightly with both hands and pulling it apart forcefully. The book tore cleanly down the middle. The noise wasn’t the sound of paper tearing. It was flesh ripping apart. Her chest burned, as if something inside her was ripped too. She stumbled forward, gasping for air, blood smearing her lips. The chains broke apart, exploding into sparks. Vincent caught her and held her shivering body with horror in his eyes.