Novel & Cerita Swallow Me Whole Book

I’ve spent so long trying to get to this point, and now suddenly I’m started. Swallowing uneasily, I tuck my hair back over my shoulder, trying to gain some more compsue. "I was hoping you would talk to me first, but I suppose not," I mutter, holding his gaze with the same intensity as he gives me. "I brought you a book."

"Just one more page." I took a single bite of a date before returning to the book. Soon hours slipped by unnoticed. The afternoon became evening and the candles inside the chamber were lit one by one. Meera eventually tapped the table and mimed eating. "Dinner?" I guessed. She nodded enthusiastically. "Okay." I smiled. "I'll eat." But… The moment I saw another page filled with new words… I forgot all about dinner. ****** CREAAKKK…. The heavy doors slowly opened and I didn't even notice, not until Meera and the servants immediately bowed.

POPPY I was reading the book that Indy gave me, and goodness, it was sweet. It was so sweet that it made the marshmallow I was eating taste even sweeter than before. I stared down at the fluffy white marshmallow between my fingers and then slowly looked back at the open book resting on my lap. The two of them together felt like too much. I held the marshmallow up suspiciously, then looked at the book again. Finally, with a sigh, I shook my head and muttered to myself, “I can only have one of you.”

Strings of spit connected my lips to the head when I pulled back to catch my breath. “Fuck, look at you,” he muttered, voice rough. One hand slid into my hair, not guiding me yet, just holding. I looked up at him, eyes watery, lips swollen and shiny, and took him deep again. I gagged harder this time but kept going, forcing my throat to relax. Tears slipped down my cheeks but I didn’t care. I wanted it messier. I wanted to choke on him. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue around the head before plunging back down until my nose was touching his stomach. My throat convulsed around him and more thick spit flooded out, soaking his balls and dripping onto the floor.

Growling I sit up then hold the book "What's your problem, I know you're not fake so why are you hiding " " am not" The moment the book spoke I quickly let it go but it didn't fall off my hand, it remained in the air. " you..... just.... speak" stammer I crawl backward on the bed "How is a book speaking" " what do you expect lady, you have been making so much noise am forced to wake up "Two eyes open, a mouth shape forms then a nose, the book blinks then exhales loudly " It feels great to be awake again, I thought they are no more innocent women for me to eat "

> “I call you by the name you buried when you chose silence. The name you refused because it meant you’d have to feel.” He took a breath. > “I call you Remnants.” And in the breath that followed— The sky wept flame. The gods trembled. The Hollow Crown opened. And far beneath it all, deeper than memory, older than time... Something that even the gods had forgotten took its first breath.

Once she’d successfully swallowed the beignets, she gulped down the entire glassful. ---------------------- Hello, Are you enjoying this book? Of course you are, why else would you be here.. LOL Please check out my second book... The name's HAPPY FOREVER AFTER and I'm sure you will love it... Thank you.

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The sting mixed perfectly with the ache. “Own me,” I whispered. “Use my body however you want.” The book fed me hungrily. I could almost feel it pulsing with energy. Pages grew warmer, symbols brighter. By the end of that night I was exhausted but still needy. I pressed my bare pussy against the closed book and ground on it slowly, leaving a wet mark on the ancient leather. Good girl, it was praised. Soon you won’t need memories. You will create them. I came one last gentle time just from the vibration of its voice.

I looked up at him, eyes glassy, lips red and swollen, spit dripping down my chin, and smiled. I didn’t need holy water. I was baptized in him. “Please,” he gritted. “You’re…you’re going to make me…” I swallowed him to the root. That was all it took. He let out a growl that could’ve summoned demons, shoving himself deep as he came down my throat—hot, salty, endless. I swallowed every drop like it was gospel. His knees buckled. And I just knelt there, smiling, licking him clean, listening to his ragged breaths.