Tangan Di Iris Novels & Stories

But all I got was a soft moan from Iris, and I traced my tongue against her neck, down her chest, and stopped at her teat, glancing up at her eyes before latching on it with my teeth, pulling gently. Her body jerked uncontrollably as she tried to push my head downward, moaning in a low tone almost as if she was fighting back her urge to scream. But I locked her wrists in my grips, pressing her hand flat on the sheets without letting go, making sure not to hurt her as I tugged and slurped. "Humm, Thor," Iris mumbled, her body finally responding exactly as I wanted. "What? Are you finally going to answer my question?" I asked, looking into her moist eyes.

He said tenderly, brushing a lock of raven hair out of Iris's face. Iris sniffled slightly, nodding again at his request. But she still didn’t let go. She squeezed her eyes shut instead, burying herself deeper into his chest, as though trying to hide from all the bad things happening around her. “Okay.” She mumbled, finally opening her eyes to look into his.

His rough hand wrapped around her neck. Iris's eyes widened when she felt the grip getting tightened around her neck cutting the oxygen supply. She could feel his rage revealing through his actions. On the other hand, his mouth reached the valley of her bosom, and taking one of those inside his mouth he dug his teeth mercilessly to leave a mark.

Tommy shouted. "I-I didn't kill your friend, okay? You killed him yourself..." Iris said with a frightened squeak like a cornered rat. When her eyes saw the knife she had used before on the table, she immediately took it. "Get away from me!" Jonathan sighed again. Today, he could be involved in a ridiculous incident that was the first time he had experienced in his life. Iris he had met in this period had such a unique trait. He stepped closer to her, but the panicked her sliced ​​her palm with a knife and pointed it at him.

"Look at the tattoo on your chest, Julian. Tell everyone what it means." He instinctively covered his chest, then, as if to prove a point, ripped open his shirt. The iris tattoo was still there, but it had been altered. A high-definition close-up appeared on the screen beside him. Where the heart of the flower should have been… was a small, sharp dagger. The Rosso family crest. A collective gasp swept through the pews. "No… that's not possible…" Julian stared down at his own chest, as if seeing the change for the very first time.

As I reached for it, my hand trembled. And just before I touched the knob— I heard Iris. Screaming my name.

Iris *Get a hold of yourself, get a grip, Iris. You’re not a slut.* *Oh, the man was beautiful,* I thought, as I watched the planes and ridges of his muscular body. Unable to help myself, I reached for his nipples, circling my fingers around them, enjoying the way he shuddered and smiled. Then he pulled down his sweatpants and kicked them off, revealing his rigid member pointing in my direction, almost as if to say hello.

Travelling fast from her chest, it reached the end of her fingertips—slowly, she unleashed the force from afar letting it find its way towards the man. She heard a bone cracked from his wrist whilst his fingers snapped backwards, losing his grip of the glass. The tranquil silence of the alley broke from a loud piercing scream that tore free from his mouth. “Aghhh! Stop! Please!” he cried out, clutching his injured hand. “Oh, unfortunately that’s not my part. My job is just to catch you but too bad, I kinda need an entertainment right now.” Iris bent down on him when she finally reached on where he sits. She put her hand over his head, patting it like a puppy.

Again and again, my large hand meets her ass, teaching rather than punishing. Iris’ soft whimpers fill the air and her expressive eyes, wide and glistening emerald-green, meet my gaze in the mirror across the room, revealing a vulnerability and submission that makes my cock harden. My eyes travel over the delightful reflection of her full breasts pressing against the arm of the chair, nipples hardening in arousal.

LES After about an hour thereabout, Julian had lost six fingers and three teeth before passing out. Iris went to a nearby sink to wash her bloody hands and all I could do was watch her. Summoning courage, not sure if she was still mad at me, I approached her. Spotting my hands coming towards her, Iris stepped out of reach, looking everywhere else but at me.