Romans & histoires Suggestive Language

ANASTASIA. The skirt falls from my teeth. I can’t help it. It just does. “Holy…shit…fuck…” “What did I say about language?” He speaks against me and it’s like a rumble on my oversensitive skin. “I can’t…can’t control it.” “Because you’re close?” “Yeah.” And because it’s him. But I don’t get to say that, because he sucks on something else. My clit. Holy shit. Shit!

I felt my cock throb, already looking forward to feeling those lips on it. "Your lips are so warm and wet." I teased. "I want to feel them around my cock and see the tears running down your eyes as I fuck your mouth until I come in your throat, so you can swallow my cum." I'm testing the language I can use with her, gradually increasing the swear words and foul language, but Ayla is enjoying it, because she starts sucking harder, running her tongue around my thumb. Her breathing increases and her scent gets stronger. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

Or does she see the wolf in my eyes, the predator that wants to put her hands and knees and fuck her senseless? "You like my code." My voice is hoarse, guttural this close to the change. "I do." She gives a slow, sensuous smile as if talking code is foreplay. Her teeth are perfect and white, lips plump and glossed. "Your eyes are lighter than I remembered." she say. fuck. I blink rapidly forcing back the change. "They change." Not a lie. "I've been working on a new language." Jesus, this really was geek-talk. Next thing I'll be telling her a "once, at band camp..." story.

"No longer an Angel, are you? Can you fathom what lies ahead?" I shook my head, my heart hammering in a wild rhythm. "I'm going to bring you to the point of begging. I'll trail myself against your moist entrance until you're pleading for my possession. And then, I'll claim you with a ferocity that will render you utterly submissive." His voice dropped to a velvety murmur. "I intend to taint you, Angel." His explicit language sent my mind reeling. Logic dictated that I should flee, that these words were an unmistakable warning. Yet, I was immobilized.

“Yes, baby, that’s it. I want you to scream my name whenever you cum. You don’t have any idea how lovely and damn, you are soooo fucking sexy right now.” Jayson lapped every drop of her cum and cleaned her up with his tongue riding her down from her orgasm. He wasn't aware he was using foul language himself, with all the increased and heightened libido that is almost to devour him completely. If not for his concerns and worry about her being, he would love to indulge, and he has a wild, crazy feeling she will enjoy herself even more. But she will, without a doubt, find it hard even to stand after he is done with her because he is going to take her in every position possible in every corner o

I couldn't speak in my state. "Words raggaza, words" he warned against my ear and his low deep voice sent shivers down my ear tunnel. He continued flickering my clit with his finger as he waited for me to spew the words he wanted to hear.

It was hard to focus, and any attempt to form a coherent sentence was futile. "I... I..." I stammered, but his skillful touch left me unable to articulate a proper response. My mind was consumed by the pleasure he was expertly inflicting upon me. It was as if he had cast a spell, rendering me completely his, and the only language I could speak was the language of pleasure and desire.

I wasn't the only one feeling that way. "You wasted time. Did you get lost?" The husky edges were slowly wearing off, gradually replaced by a softer voice that sounded like music to my ears, reminding me of his heavenly groan before he came- the last time we had sex. I pressed my lips together to bite back a moan. Goddess! I wasn't supposed to be thinking this way when the man himself was sitting across from me. From experience, I knew I couldn't hide my body language or facial expressions. In other words, any provocative expression mirrored in my face or my body language would be detected by him.

The conversation in the psychiatry room continued. "Although very signicant, but it sounds like the way she treats her partner is a bit rough." "That person has a point of being rough when it comes to sex." Go to hell, big demon! Lao Tzu likes to be rough? “Every time she uses humiliating language, or tries her best to stab that ass, she gets more excited. The day before yesterday, I had just shoved an animal prop called a erotic girl into her butt, and pressed the remote control, and she almost shot it on the spot.

“Yes, baby, that’s it. I want you to scream my name whenever you cum. You don’t have any idea how lovely and damn, you are soooo fucking sexy right now.” Jayson lapped every drop of her cum and cleaned her up with his tongue riding her down from her orgasm. He wasn't aware he was using foul language himself, with all the increased and heightened libido that is almost to devour him completely.