Talking As Fast As I Can Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Hard and fast or slow and careful.” “I don’t know,” she says, her voice husky after all the screaming. “Fast.” Oh, I wish she hadn’t said that. I like hard and fast a little too much, and I am barely in control of myself as it is. “Deep breath in,” I say. I thrust inside her, hard and fast as she asked, burying myself deep inside her. I explode with pleasure. The lava in my veins turns into a raging fire, threatening to consume every part of my sanity.

I feel like I could fit in the palm of his hands. "Speak," is the only word that comes bellowing out of his mouth. His voice is deep and seductive in a dominating sort of way. Controlling yet comfortable. Like melted chocolate being poured down the walls of the Grandy Canyon. "M-my n-name i-is," I am cut off before I can even string a coherent sentence together. "I SAID SPEAK!" He roars so loudly I fear the walls will crumble around me. My insides are screaming as panic sets in as flashes of the last however long, blaze through my mind like a forest fire.

Almost like he was trying to jump right out of my head. “Not possible! I can’t…No! I can’t do this. I have a mission to complete.” My thoughts going 90 mile per hour in my head. Maddox start whining so loudly I feel like my head is going to explode. “Fuck off and get the hell off of me!” This little runt had quite the mouth on her.

'Just a few more' he encouraged himself. Take a long holiday Let your children play After carrying on with the same speed for few minute, he increased the speed further. His teeth grinding against each other and his legs moving faster than ever. The sweat increased. The speed increased. The pants increased. If ya give this man a ride Sweet memory will die Killer on the road, yeah '10' he counted in his brain. Girl you gotta love ya man Girl you gotta love ya man '9' With every count, his strides went rapid

I heard her conversing with her friend about running away from my house and I instantly increased the security around the house. “Can’t you drive faster than this Derek? We have been on the road for over thirty minutes now” I spat at my driver, my furious voice made him flinch but he didn’t bother to turn away from the steering wheel, instead he answered me without looking back at me. “Sir this is the highest I can go, if I add more speed we will be put in danger, it’s already too fast” he informed but I hissed in response, my blood was boiling so much and it felt like I could kill someone anytime soon.

Damien The only thing running through my mind on the drive was the crack in Christiano’s voice when he called me. He hadn’t even finished his sentence before I was already out of the house with the keys in my hand, moving so fast down the stairs that the walls looked like they were shifting. His words replayed in pieces, each one sharper than the last, telling me the factory was gone and the line had collapsed and nobody inside had enough time to reach an exit. He said the fire spread too quickly and it was swallowing the entire building. I didn’t stop for questions or explanations. I didn’t even remember locking the front door behind me. I just drove without thinking, cutting through traffi

I can’t remember. The sound of New York traffic wasn’t helping at all. I couldn’t concentrate with everyone moving so fast and talking loudly with themselves, looking like idiots because they were using airpods. The time’s sure have changed. At least I only talk to you in my mind, right? Yup. You’re crazy and nobody knows it but the two of us, pal. “Are you ready to go, Mr Callan?” “What?” I looked at Jimmy and realized I must have been staring into nothing again. “Oh, yes.”

I sit on the edge of the chair, legs tucked up, arms holding them to my chest, and my chin resting on my knees, patiently waiting for him to breathe. “A... A... Fack! Goddess Alaina!” Took him forever before he composed himself to be able to talk, but he still has little giggle fits. He sits up but stays on the floor, looking up at me as he talks. “I agree the 401 is the worst to drive, but hearing you describe it like that... I would be willing to drive the entire length for you to commentate the journey! I think you would make that drive one of the best I have ever had!”

She picked up on the second ring, her voice bright and unhurried. "Dema? What’s—" "We need to move faster."My voice was sharp, clipped. No pleasantries. No patience left. A pause. Then, cautiously: "What happened?" I didn’t answer that. I couldn’t. If I put words to it, I’d choke on them. Instead, I gripped the phone tighter and hissed, "Speed up the brainstorming. I don’t care how. Just do it. Set the next meeting as soon as possible—tomorrow, if you can."

CHAPTER 8 ‎ ‎The SUVs came fast way .The kind of speed that meant trouble. The kind of speed that made my stomach drop straight into my knees. ‎ ‎“Oh my God…” I whispered, but it came out so thin I barely heard myself. ‎ ‎Zayden didn’t flinch. Didn’t panic. Didn’t even look surprised. He just straightened like some switch inside him flipped from “annoyed biker” to something darker calm in a way that made my nerves spike.