Split And Swallow Book Novels & Stories

As soon as the door opened, he lowered the book, his eyes going wide as he saw the parade of lingerie-clad ladies enter his room. Chelsea just grinned as she moved to the edge of the bed and took the book from his hands, placing it on the nightstand. "You should close your mouth," she said, touching the bottom of his chin and pressing his lips together. "You don't want your mouth getting tired yet. We have plans for it."

I nibbled the head with my tongue and heard him growl loudly. ‎I felt him jerk and then he came, hot, thick, and down my throat. ‎"Swallow it all, honey," he ordered. ‎And I obeyed, taking every last bit of it. This is exactly what I wanted. To be continued in story 6 ‎**Author's Note" ‎Thanks for reading and supporting my book. I appreciate 💯 I've more steamy stories that would get you turned on. ‎

Don't reopen this issue. Ella and Bella had to return to the United States in the morning, so they both started packing.

A flirtatious smile played at the corner of my mouth. He gripped my ponytail and tilted my head as he shoved his manhood into my mouth and made me suck on it. I sucked hard and licked every drop that came out of it. His balls dangled under my jaw. “Umm.. Urrr,” I let out a moan but it was muffled in my lungs. Chris didn’t stop. He dug his manhood into my throat and that caused my breasts to bounce. He held one, fondling it softly as he continued.

Zeke called down. I climbed back up. “There’s a chest and this weird book, I don’t know. But nothing is in the book.” “The cover says Ghost Stories.” Wyatt pointed out. I swear the cover was blank before. I sighed and handed it off to Hunter. “It must be enchanted or something.” Hunter opened the book. “Who is Captain Rowell ‘The Cruel” Swale?” “I don’t know,” I answered. “Why?” “There’s a story in here about him.”

I swallowed. Very.

“Swallow it all.” His hips slam into me, harder and harder, until his cock hits the back of my throat with every thrust. I can’t breathe. Pain shoots through my jaw and my throat burns. Then suddenly he stiffens, shudders, and hot spurts flood my mouth. The taste is vile, salty and bitter, and I gag, choking as it forces its way down. I try to swallow, but some spills when I retch. It dribbles down my chin, sticky and humiliating. Eli’s eyes snap down, and his expression hardens.

They were memories of him saying he loved me, him promising to take care of me forever after my parents passed away, us dreaming about our future together… But now, the only emotion in his eyes was his hatred for me. I lost. I was the first to look away. After seeing that I wasn't speaking at all, Andrew yanked me over with a forceful jerk. As I stumbled over the hem of my gown, I fell onto a heap of cake and frosting. Beneath it was a layer of shattered porcelain. My palms and calves were all stinging with pain. Startled, Andrew reached down to pull me up, but the moment Celine yelped in pain, he paid no further attention to me. Frowning, he picked Celine up instead and walked off without e

Spit dripped everywhere, our groans muffled. Finally, he sucked harder, his finger curling inside me on that spot. I shattered, my cum erupting down his throat in hot spurts. “Fuck—take it” I cried, but it came out garbled. He swallowed every drop, milking me dry. That set him off. His cock swelled in my mouth, his hips jerking. “Swallow my load, slut.” Thick ropes hit my tongue, bitter and thick. I gulped it down, sucking till he softened, not spilling a bit.

This time he spits twice, slow and deliberate, watching it land on my tongue. “Swallow like the filthy little cumrag you are.”