The Push Novels & Stories

Nicholas called Tobias, crying as he pleaded, "Daddy… I miss Mommy. Can you bring her home?" Meanwhile, Tobias was in no state to respond. He was holding the mate bond dissolution document that Matthew had just handed him as he teetered on the edge of a complete breakdown.

Push. Slow at first—feel your pussy fight it. Feel the impossible stretch as your knuckles press against your entrance. Breathe through it. Bear down. Force it. That’s it. Push harder. Let it hurt. Let it burn so good you’re crying. When the widest part of your hand finally slips inside—when your cunt swallows your entire fist with a wet, obscene pop—scream for me. Hold it there. Deep. Feel yourself stuffed fuller than you’ve ever been. Feel your walls clamped around your wrist, pulsing, spasming, trying to adjust to being so brutally stretched.

Sugai took Hana to his car. Dash used his hand to push Daisy's long hair away from her face, whispering in her ear "baby, let's go home." Daisy tried to push Dash’s hand away, head up, her face confused, repeated Dash’s word “home?” Daisy smiled bitterly. After that Daisy started crying like a waterfall. Dash lost his all word. He never knew that a drunk woman could be a completely different person to compare the daily.

I concentrate on the feeling and press on. "Push hard !" I keep pressing on and it really feels like I am getting pushed into the air. The pressure waves leave my hands, and one moment after, the treetops bends over our heads. "Was it me ?" "Yep !" He laughs. “Try again and keep pushing this time. Imagine that it is a giant truck you must have away, and even if it gives in to your pressure, you still have to keep pushing”. "A truck ?" “Forget it, Pips. We are long past what is physically possible. Turn off the brain and just do what you did before. Same principle, just ... bigger”.

Trying to get more than what I was getting. "Are you awake now?" Rush asked. The tempo of his assault increasing on my body. "No. Not yet." I whispered with my eyes closed, "needs more work." He chuckled at my words. And then without a warning, he pushed my legs apart and slammed his entire length into me, making my eyes snap open and my back arch up with a loud moan. "Now you are awake." He teasingly. But he did not give me a moment to answer because he started to pound his cock into me with full force.

His grip is too tight, his eyes too bright, wolf pushing up close under his skin like he's forgotten how to hold it back. "You rejected me." My voice shakes now, and I hate it. "In front of everyone. You don't get to grab me and pretend that didn't happen." "Doesn't matter what I said in there." His fingers dig in deeper. "You're still mine." I open my mouth to tell him exactly where he can shove that, and then it happens. A pull rips through my chest so hard it steals the air right out of my lungs. Not toward Dean. Away from him.

“With the next contraction I want you to push for the count of ten. Okay?” I offer a small nod with the only energy that I have left. Andrew and James have snapped out of whatever funk they were in and have come to my sides. Both of them are massaging my shoulders, and the tingles of the mate bond offer more comfort than the warm water. I let bond sooth me when the pressure builds down below once again. Looking to Grace she give me a small nod and with a loud scream I push as hard as I can. “Push… push… push…” Grace chants loudly over my scream.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘦�

*PUSH! As one, the two people who stashed themselves among the rocks now pressed their shoulders up against them. Utilizing nearly all of their strength, they began to dislodge their targets with almost comical gentleness... A gentleness that would herald the dawning of a new chapter in their history.

"You'll figure out a baby." "That's different." "Is it? You care deeply about doing it right. That's most of it." I don't fully believe him. But I hold onto the words for the next contraction and the one after, and they help. Dr. Martinez checks at six-thirty and says we're almost there. The shift in her voice tells me this is the part where things accelerate. She's right. Pushing is the part that takes everything. Every reserve, every piece of focus, every last thing available. The contractions stop being something that happens to me and become something I'm actively working through, my body taking over in a way that is both terrifying and clarifying.