Thrusts Novels & Stories

This could be worse. Thrust. This could have been worse. Pulls out. This could have– Thrust. He’s thrusting so hard, my head is hitting against the counter. I whimper from the pain and he moans. “Oh, fuuck. Just like that,” he groans as he expands and something slides down my throat. His thrusts become jerky before he stills.

He thrust his cock inside of me mercilessly, his pace painfully increasing. “Oh, fuuuck,” he says as he pulled out and thrust into me. I could feel something building inside of me with each thrust. I cried out and arched my back as his thrusts brought me closer and closer. The sound of his flesh slapping against my own had me near the edge. His grunts only fueling my fire. “You’re,” thrust, “so,” thrust, “fucking,” thrust, “perfect.” He growled as he grabbed my breast.

, he said bringing his knuckle forward "For Seattle high!" they all responded at once as they connected their hands with the coach's own. * * *

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The molten fury along with the physical pain causing his teeth to grind against each other. The young heiress had then stopped struggling as well for she knew that she was soon going to be released from his death grip. 'He have to! 'She dugged her nails deeper. ' She would make him! ' "You will pay for this! "The Prince threatened before he loosened his grip on her. But he had no intention to let it go at this juncture. "Chief! "He called. "Drag that bastard businessman right in front of me! I will have him chopped into pieces."

"Some scars don't hurt. Some scars are numb. Some scars rid of you the capacity to feel anything ever again."- Joyce Rachelle I ran. My breaths came out in harsh pants, my lungs burned in protest, my body shivered as slow yet sharp staccato of pains shot throughout my body. The pain was numbing, yet it still felt like thousands of needles were being embedded into my skin again and again. My skin broke out in cold sweat, both from the nausea from days of hunger and the adrenaline rush. The dreary cold winter night didn't calm me down.

Kids everywhere; I wouldn’t want to embarrass myself in front of them. Timi: There is an indoor pool at the gym, we can have it all to ourselves. Me: Hmm, it will slow down business for the day. Timi: I don’t care; I will sacrifice anything to spend the day with you. Me: I won’t feel comfortable being alone with you. Timi: Why? You don’t trust yourself? Me: I don’t trust you. Timi: why? Me: I just don’t, maybe you aren’t trust worthy.

Tension coiled within, urging me to lash out, to make Thorne feel the tempest raging beneath my skin. With a burst of force, I lunged at him once more, but Thorne sidestepped effortlessly, sending me sprawling to the ground. "I won't fight you," he stated, his voice calm despite the storm rolling through me. Rage, frustration, and impotence coalesced into a singular force of will, compelling me to attack again and again. Each time, he moved with a fluid grace, deflecting my fury with infuriating ease, either stepping aside or knocking me down. The marble floor was unforgiving, bruising my flesh with every impact, but the pain scarcely registered over the clamour of my fuming desperation.

She couldn’t deny how his muscular body and pure masculine magnetism drew her to him. If he regained movement she’d die. She knew that and he probably wished he could get his hands on her. She glanced across the room to stare at the cracked and peeling white paint that ran the length of the room on the floor by the door. The staff called it the kill line. All test subjects were shackled by each limb. Though they were strong enough to break chains occasionally, none had ever broken all four at once. They only needed one free limb to kill. She sat inside the kill zone with an enraged, huge male whose two arms were chained but they weren’t connected to anything anymore. That realization made he

She hits the floor with a sickening thud and lies motionless. Enyo uses the moon's energy and moves at a speed that is almost invisible to the human eye; she jumps on to the warrior's back. A knee in his shoulderblades and a foot on his other shoulder, gripping his head she snaps it with a strength that doesn't belong to someone her size. He is dead before he even realises what has happened. Trent has shifted back and now has the child cuddled to him. Enyo now stands right in front of the three who now look less smug. Her body has a white glow to it as the moon energy floors through her, her chest is heaving.