Tangan Kasar Novels & Stories

His thumbs caress my skin and heat spreads through my body, lighting it on fire before it shoots straight to my core. I slide my hands up his chest, drinking him in the way he is with me. His body is perfect. I know that’s probably the bond speaking, but in truth, the man is incredible. He has the solid muscle of an Alpha who works out hard and often. I love the look and feel of his body under my hands.

On either hand he had sturdy metal gauntlets. Thane bent down and stretched his back. He turned his neck from left to right and popping it with a series of clicks in rapid succession. Then, he proceeded to do the same with the rest of his body as he loosened up the rest of his body. “Don’t hold back or I am going to break you.” Casper snarled at Thane. Thane shrugged his shoulders, smiled, and slowly brought one foot behind his back. He put his weight on it.

With frantic movements, Tan slithered his hands over the thin fabric covering my body, his mouth leaving sloppy, openmouthed kisses along my neckline as I stood still, sandwiched between the wall and his sweaty body. His hands roamed downwards, cupping the left cheek of my ass and squeezing it lightly. I groaned, not in pleasure but in annoyance. I didn't want him to treat me like a delicate prize he just won...I want him to ravish me with the aggressiveness that a man should have, not with these stupid, impatient touches.

My hand slid down her back, gripping her ass; loving the feel of the lacy material under my fingers. Her fingers traced up my chest, adoring my body as she looked at me through heavily lidded eyes. Guiding her mouth to mine, I kissed her passionately, sliding my tongue into her mouth as my hands trailed down her back, pushing down the lacy panties, noticing how wet and ready she was. I let my fingernails dig into her thighs a little as I did it. Ashley always liked it a little rough and dirty. She made that little purr into my mouth, and I couldn’t hold my control for another second. I gripped her hips and pulled her down onto me, entering her in one smooth motion which made her bite my lip

He pulled my hands away and began fondling and squeezing my tits in his big strong hands. He must do some kind of physical labor in his spare time because his hands were rough. I was thrilled at the feel of his calloused hands rubbing against the soft skin of my tits. He greedily sucked my tits and nipples for what seemed like ages and I was lost in the wonderful sensations produced by his hot, wet mouth.

I grinded cracking my fingers for his torture. “

Satish asked, caressing her hand over his bulge. Maria hesitated momentarily, her desire mirrored in her eyes, before slowly giving in to his request. She gently pressed her hand against his bulge with a teasing smile, feeling the heat and hardness beneath her touch. Satish's grip tightened on her hand as he guided her movements. She traced the outline of his hardness, feeling the weight of his need pressing against her palm, his fingers tightening around hers in a silent plea for more. She pulled her grip on him, revelling in how he responded to her touch.

Some just know how to defend themselves, but Emily could not even throw a punch when I first met her, and she’s beautiful and charming and have so much compassion that I can’t think that someone ever bullied her, well not as a child, anyway. I stand up and pulled another bag closer and placed the hand gloves back on. My father’s voice runs like a river through my mind. “anger is hot, evil, and rage. This can help because it boosts your adrenaline through the roof and adds motivation and power to your punches, punch the bag, Blake!” Tears are streaming out of a 10-year-old boy’s eyes. “Stop crying Blake, tears make you weak!” the words repeat itself, while the blood is dripping on the floor w