Tangan Kasar Novels & Stories

she demanded through gritted teeth, her fists clenched. Tiodor stepped closer to her, not even bothering to sit down. Libia’s irritation was palpable, and it was clear that her physical appearance had changed drastically in recent weeks. She was thinner, with dark circles under her eyes that revealed her sleepless nights. Her cheekbones were more pronounced, and she now kept her beautiful hair tied up in a bun, her once-bright eyes now dull. He reached out to touch her cheek, driven by memories, but Libia’s firm rejection shattered his momentary reverie.

Jane, the wrist was pulled: "Don't use your dirty hands, touch your mother!" A word, Jane Tong did not move, stood still, as if sculpture ...... slowly, she asked, "Mr. Jane please let go, do not touch me this dirty person, dirty you too." Jane Zhendong viciously swatted away Jane Tong's arm, "You're less sharp-tongued, Jane Tong, you give me an explanation, the money on this table!" He fiercely pointed to the cloth bag on the table, "How did you get it!"

Kai Tanaka wakes up tasting salt. Not the clean kind you put on food. This is old salt. Sea salt. The kind that dries on your lips and sticks there, stubborn as a bad memory. He sits up in bed and the room tilts slightly. His muscles ache like he took hits. His shoulders feel bruised. His hands are still raw, knuckles cracked from scrubbing. He flexes his fingers once. Twice. The skin pulls. Stings. His apartment is quiet in that too-clean way. No music. No TV. No life. Just the hum of the heater and the far-off hiss of rain on the window.

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.

Tomas cut her off rudely slamming his fist hard on the table such that Cassy was startled at such an outburst "Maybe if you had a child of your own, you would understand what it feels like...have a heart Tomas," Cassy said, hating every moment Tomas, he was a man with no responsibilities. So shameless and thought everything revolved around him "Oh really do now you've grown wings...come here you bitch" Tomas said sarcastically and unexpectedly grabbed Cassy by the arm and started dragging him towards the door. Cassy struggled to keep him off, unfortunately, Tomas tightened his grip and reached for the door only to open it forcefully and stopped in his tracks when they found a person he had b

"More, more, more." He added yet another finger, hoping he could keep himself under control as the eroticism of the scene made his cock so hard he was afraid it would break off if he bumped into something. Or worse yet, that he'd come in his pants like some horny teenager, which was exactly how he felt at the moment.

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.

So what did Matzher say about loneliness? Yarsi shifted his gaze to his own hands, unclenched his fists with some effort, again bent his fingers and straightened them. Human hands, the hands of a young man, almost a boy. But that's just how it seems. Muscles itch with tension, rippling beneath the skin, ready at any moment to rear up and turn the arms into paws. Nails tear the skin, protrude from the fingers, bend into the curved blades of knives, they are stronger and more deadly than steel .... Yarsi again clenched his fists tightly. No, not now…