Tempt Me Ka Tucker Novels & Stories

“I can't wait.” “Can I have this dance?” “I thought you wouldn't ask.” *** Tasha walked up to me just as I was bidding my guests goodbye. She still had tons of make-up on and was peering at her through her fake lashes. “Hey, Mr. Malcolm, thank you so much for everything. Emily says you're her saviour, but I need you to know that she's been through so much already. Please, don't add to it.” “What makes you think I want to hurt her?”

The congregation was so silent you could hear a pin drop. "We speak of the flesh as a vessel, but sometimes, the vessel is a furnace," I said, my gaze fixed solely on the back of the room. "We pray for deliverance, but do we truly want it? Or do we secretly crave the burn? Do we find God in the light, or do we find Him when we are gasping for air in the dark, our bodies betrayed by a desire so sharp it feels like a blade?" The congregation shifted uneasily. “As Christians, we must acknowledge the sweetness of the fall." I shook my head. “No, we cannot pretend it doesn’t exist; otherwise, fewer people would fall. Temptation is alluring. You are caught in the space between duty and desire.”

But the moment my tongue meets the spoon, I realize just how suggestive and inappropriate that was. My face burns with embarrassment as I look up. To my surprise, Mr. Kim is staring at me, eyes wide and frozen like someone zapped him with a jolt of electricity. The silence stretches on until a young guy clears his throat----- "I'm home, Dad!" To be continued

Jade was quiet a sshe peered at me with an even more intense gaze. After a few seconds of silence, she set her glass on the nightstand. Then she turned fully, her eyes finding mine. "Want what, Van?" Unable to hide my embarrassment, I blurted out the words. “I want you to teach me how to pleasure a pussy.”

I was pretty sure my face had gone beet-red. Zelda laughed. "I think you're out of luck in this crowd, G. Nate's too honorable to help you out, and Tucker . . ." Tilting her head, she pursed her lips. "Tucker wants you to think he is. Of course, if the rest of us weren't here, he might take you up on it. Drunk and horny girls are his favorites." Tuck's forehead wrinkled, and his eyes went dark. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Trevor asked, "Why are you back down so quickly?" Tucker smacked his forehead. "Oh, right! I forgot something. It almost slipped my mind." As he spoke, he glanced at the time. "What the…? Is it this late already?" He ran toward another car while calling out, "Trev, CC, I gotta go—" Halfway through, he suddenly remembered something and ran back, his face turning slightly red as he looked at Wynn expectantly. "Um… CC, can I add you on Instagram?"

I wanted him so, so much. Eventually, my room was filled with the scent of lust. I squeezed the pillow between my legs, biting on my lips and with my toes curled. I rubbed myself against the edges, trying to contain my lust. I dearly wanted to stuff something inside of me to suppress the emptiness I felt inside my heart. Up until I finally fell asleep, I was still wondering if Austin would agree to send me a video of himself jerking off if I asked him for it. … Austin was my deskmate. The first time I laid my eyes on him was the first day I went to the new school as a transfer student.

"Power suits you." She looked over her shoulder with a sly smirk. “Power suits us both.” He loosened his tie, poured them drinks from the private bar a whiskey for for them both. Music dripped from the speakers, a smoky saxophone blending with dark bass lines. Talana took a sip, her eyes roaming the room. “So, is this where you seduced all your lovers?” Massimo came closer, setting his glass aside. “There’s only ever been one woman who’s haunted me enough to design a club for.”

“Tell me, Emma, who do you belong to?” “You,” I whispered. My thighs tensed, and I brought them together in an attempt to conceal my arousal. Nobody would sense it, but I knew how much Tucker enjoyed watching me squirm. His legs worked to push mine apart ever so slightly, and before I could come up with a remark, the moment was broken by the waiter bringing our food. “Merci,” Tucker told the waiter as he pulled our hands to the side to accommodate the plates and drinks. The waiter gave a small smile to each of us, probably thinking that we were a couple on their honeymoon. It felt like it, too.

The devil does not come dressed in a red cape and pointy horns. He comes as everything you've ever wished for. - Tucker Max. |L O R E N Z O| Everyone enjoys different things, different genre, different music, I enjoy watching people bleed when their face show the terror I made them feel. It gives me power. It assures me that I am the one with power and not the other way. I have never craved anything in my life like I live for power.