Straddling Someone's Hips Novels & Stories

"You have to give me! Now!" "Rena ...." Again, I shook my head, but the movement of her hips below made me realise something. I was straddling her in a very tense state. "I want to! Come on!"

I felt my balls slap against her arse when she pushed up against me. I pulled back my hips until just the crowned head of my cock was being bathed in her juices, and then I slammed back home. I kicked into high gear, my hips pounding into her. The sound of skin slapping mixing with wet squelching fills the room. I extended my legs and braced myself on my toes while reaching down and propping my arms on the couch on each side of her hips. I rocked forward, forcing her arse higher into the air as she clung to me.

Sitting upright, I grabbed his hips and made him sit on the couch. He was about to utter something but I was quick to put a finger on his lips to hush him. I placed myself on top with his erection gliding between my folds, as I began to straddle him. Grasping his broad shoulders for support, I grabbed his member and slowly placed the head in my entrance. He let out a groan as I bit my bottom lip to muffle my moan. As he slowly entered me, I began settling on his lap until he was fully inside.

His cock was hitting against my womb, and it made me feel so messed up inside. It’s felt like it was too much. Hayden smirked down at me, before pounding into me harder than before. He’s going at it non-stop and my hips wouldn’t stop moving as it thrusted upwards to meet his thrusts halfway. “Your hips are moving very nicely…” Hayden commented as he ran his hand along my left thigh down to my hips. After hitting me deeply from various angles, Hayden started pulling my legs upwards before placing it on his shoulders. His body came even closer to mine, and I could feel his hips press up against me.

“I wanted to make this last but l think it isn’t going to happen”, Idris groaned just as he pulled out and then slammed into me quickly. He late slid one hand along my side and up into my hair where he cradled the back of my head. His other hand grabbed my hip and his fingers pushed against my sensitive hipbone.

With a smirk, he eases into the chair, his gaze unwavering, fixed intently on me. Once he’s settled, I let my robe slide from my shoulders, the silk pooling at my feet, exposing the lace and straps that hug my body beneath. I step closer, swinging one leg over his lap, straddling him, my movements slow and deliberate, like a dance meant only for him. My hips sway as I settle onto his lap, and I feel the slightest tension in his body, his usual restraint wavering under my touch.

I pushed at his shoulders until he rolled onto his back with a surprised sound. Then I climbed over him. I straddled his hips and took him in my hand for a second to guide him. Slowly I sank down onto him. We both groaned at the same time. “Fuck,” he breathed. His hands gripped my hips tightly. “Look at you.” I started moving slowly at first. Rocking my hips gently as my body adjusted around him. Then the rhythm picked up. Faster. Harder. I chased the rising heat building again in my stomach.

Don't you worry, man. Vicky felt trapped. Every day, she would find a way to approach him, asking for small favors or errands. He couldn't refuse her without being rude, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that she was manipulating him. He started to avoid going to the market, hoping to minimize their encounters. But somehow, she would always find him, smiling sweetly and making requests that sounded innocent but left him feeling uneasy.

I struggled against him and that only created more friction between the both of us. "I'd stop struggling if I were you," he growled, his voice sounding strained. His bulging erection made tremors trot down my spine, arousal sparked to life between my legs and trying a new tactic, I ground my hips into his, rubbing my ass all over his erection and the soft, "fuck, Bia," and harsh puffs of air on my neck was enough gratification to last a lifetime. His hand suddenly gripped my hips, pulling me into him and halting my movements.

I push the door open with my hip. He collapses onto the mattress the second we’re close enough. I follow, climbing over him, straddling his hips. His hands fly to my waist—trying to lift me off, trying to throw me across the room, but his grip is weak, fingers digging in like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he lets go.