Straddling Someone's Hips Novels & Stories

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.

she smirked, raising her glass in the air. The music swelled. The lights pulsed. And the stripper began to move. Slowly. Seductively. His hips moved with calculated grace, rolling like a predator circling its prey. His strong thighs brushed against my knees as he straddled me, his body heat bleeding into my skin. Gloved hands slid along my shoulders, down my arms, before tracing back up to cup the sides of my face with deliberate control. Every slow grind of his hips against mine sent a jolt through me, awakening something primal I couldn’t name.

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!

"Scarlett... feeling you is so damn good..." I hold onto his shoulders and move forward, rolling my hips and pressing our bellies together. Jasper groans again, holding me tightly around the waist, helping my body slide over his... And I start to ride him slowly, swirling my belly as I thrust forward, with my entire erection inside me.

A groan broke out from my throat as he started tugging it, up and down. I struggle with holding my hips in place, as he started fastening his pace. I've always been the one to please us, and now he's doing it to me. It's crazy. My eyes widened when his warm breath brushed on my leaking tip, as I realized how his face almost touching my cock. Is he planning to give me a head? Fuck, that'd be too much for me to handle.

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