Straddling Someone's Hips Novels & Stories

Pain bloomed hot and deep, my leg buckling under me. We tumbled onto the couch in a wild tangle, rolling and scrabbling, my weight pinning her down for a split second before she twisted her hips like a goddamn wrestler and flipped us over. Now she straddled me, her thick thighs clamping around my waist, strong enough to squeeze the breath out of me. She grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head with surprising strength, her face inches from mine, eyes wild with hate and something hotter. In the struggle, her hips rolled forward hard, her pussy grinding down against my core through our clothes.

Her hips strained against me, sucking me all the way into her. Feeling as wonderful as Lyca obviously did, I straightened my arms and held myself above her, with my loins pressed tightly against her rocking, thrusting hips. Then, at last, I started driving into her with forceful movements of my hips. I felt my passion rising and knew it wouldn’t be long before I came.

He squeezed my c**k that he was still holding in his hand and I bucked my hips up to put myself more into my hand and push him further inside of me. "You're gonna make me c*m if you keep doing that," he groans, as he slides out of my ass before inserting himself in again to slam into me, causing a shock that sends a wave of pain and pleasure to my body. I buck my hips up again and he groans, squeezing me again as he arches his back to further himself into me. I hold my hands out for him to hold and pull me up and once he does, I straddle his lap as he crosses his legs underneath me without his length ever leaving me.

His hips jerked in small, helpless motions, fighting to stay silent. The silent prayer ended. Voices rose again in another hymn, swelling to fill the space. I moved fast. Straddled his lap in one fluid motion, knees braced on the wooden bench on either side of him. My dress hiked up around my hips. I gripped his shoulders for balance and lowered myself. The blunt head of his cóck nudged my entrance—wet, ready, aching. I sank down hard, taking him to the hilt in one slick, stretching glide.

She moved her fucking hips like my dick was gonna disappear; hard, fast and wild. "Wait, wait a minute. What was that new position you were talking about earlier?" She hoped off my dick and laid on her stomach on the couch. She placed one leg on the back of the couch and the other on the floor, opening her pink gash for my dick to explore. There was only one way to fuck in this position so I straddled her hip and drove my cock in at an angle. "Oh yeah." She winced and did her pussy hurt dance on my cock but my boy was in pussy heaven.

I cried out, tilting my head back. “Head and shoulders on the floor.” He ordered and grabbed my hips, pulling me roughly back to bump into his crotch. I leaned my head and shoulders down onto the cold mat, my breasts squished into the hard surface in a way that stimulated my nipples with every movement. My new position sent my back into a very low slutty arch that pushed my ass high and deep into Adonis’ groin.

She straddled his lap and started grinding her hips against him. He ignored the itch to shove her off his lap with disgust. He quickly downed the shot and kept pretending to be attracted to her. He slowly ran his hands up her thigh to her hips. The longer his hands were on her hips the more he had to fight the urge to get far away from her grotesque touch. Instead, he was thinking of all the ways to torture her. He was going to make he scream for him, just not in a way that she is expecting!

He grabbed my waist with both hands, his heavy palms digging into my hips, and in one smooth, terrifyingly strong motion, he yanked me off the cushion and hitched me right up onto his lap. I ended up straddling him, my legs wrapped tight around his thighs, my knees digging into the lumpy grey fabric of the couch on either side of his hips. I didn't even know who I was anymore. It was like some unhinged entity had taken over my brain… I had zero shame left. Zero. I bucked my hips forward, my core grinding straight down against the thick, hard bulge straining against the front of his uniform trousers. "Fuck, Caroline," he gasped, his head snapping back against the cushion as I rolled my hips o

I smile at that, pleased, and do it again, eliciting a little growl from him that I like very much. We stay just like for a minute while we catch our breath, my body straddling his lap, his arms tight around my waist, his forehead pressed against my shoulder as I pant and come back to myself. Then, realizing that there’s a dull ache in my hips from being spread so far apart, I shift a little, but Kent tightens his arms, holding me still.

My tightened muscles loosened a bit. Amor laid on the grass. Placing his hands on sides and curling his knees, he raised his hips. “This is called hip thrust. It will help with all the tightened areas in your body.” He said, looking at me. “What are you waiting for? Do it.” That position looked a little… I averted my eyes from his hip. It was definitely indecent. He lowered his hip to the ground and sat, crossing his legs.