Thrusts Novels & Stories

When Ray entered him in one powerful thrust, Bryson rammed into me in a similar force. 'Aah!.' I threw my head back as mu pussy took in the thick appendage, forcing my clit to pulsate more at the ferocious heat that kept on spreading. Every time Ray thrust in Bryson push into me. Thrust, push, thrust, push. It was a perfect rythm, accompanied by grains and moans of carnal delight. Ray's p. o. v

Thrust! “Honey…!” Every part of me was being stimulated by his deep, firm thrusts. I felt my orgasm building inside of me, and I could feel my heart racing as he continued to thrust in and out of me. I let out a loud moan, my body trembling with pleasure. He moaned in response, his thrusts becoming faster and more intense. I trembled massively on the bed. He withdrew his cock and slid it back before thrusting crazily. Thrust!

Thrust in—hard, deep—one brutal stroke that buried him completely. Lila gasped—sharp, needy. Hands scrabbled on the table, knocking a small candle stand sideways. He started fucking her—long, powerful strokes that rattled the silver vessels around them. Chalice clinked against paten. Each thrust rocked her back—breasts bouncing under the habit, nipples hard and visible through the wool.

Thrust in—rough, deep—one hard stroke that buried him completely. Riley cried out—sharp, raw—echo bouncing off the windows. He fucked her hard—fast, punishing slams that rocked the couch, leather creaking under them. One hand fisted in her hair—yanked her head back so her spine arched, throat exposed. Other hand dove between her legs—fingers finding her swollen clit, rubbing fast, merciless circles.

thrust “—this scream—” I shattered around him on the next plunge, orgasm ripping through me like lightning. My walls clamped down, milking him in greedy pulses, slick gushing around his pistoning length. My knees buckled, but his arm banded around my waist like iron, holding me up as pleasure crashed through the bond and slammed back into him. I felt his control fracture—his wolf howling in my chest, possessive rage and raw love twisting together until I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began.

He lift my legs, wrapping them around his waist as he drove deeper, my body arching into his with each thrust. My cries grew louder, more frantic, my nails raking down his back as I clung to him. “You're-” Thrust. “-perfect,”. He grunts, his voice raw with emotion. “So perfect.” Thrust. “Made for me.” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. My head fell back, my body shaking beneath him. "Fa-Fabian ..." I gasped, my voice breaking as he pushes me closer to the edge. Thrust. Thrust.

“Then get inside me again. Now.” Andrew gripped her thighs and pushed his cock back into her, slow at first, savoring every inch of the stretch. Liora’s head fell back, a cry tearing from her throat as the angle hit deep, right where she wanted it. His rhythm grew savage, each thrust jarring the desk beneath them. Her body arched with every strike, breasts bouncing as his hands slid up her sides to grab them. His thumbs flicked over her nipples, sending shockwaves through her body.

He hummed at the touch and flipped me over. "Was last night not enough for you." He smirked. "I will never get enough of you Mr. Thorn." I saw a flash in his eyes. I had forgotten how much he loved me calling him that. With a swift move his hand was between my legs tracing circles on my most sensitive spot. I threw my head back into the pillow moaning. I couldn't take it any longer, I pushed him off me and tossed him to the side. I straddled him and hovered myself over his erection. I rubbed myself up and down him.

“Open. You’re going to take both of us one last time. Mouth and cunt. And you’re going to ask for every second of it.” I open. He slides in deep on the first thrust, using the angle to push straight into my throat. At the same time Marcus spreads my thighs, lines up, and sinks back into my cunt in one slow, relentless stroke. The dual fullness punches a muffled sound out of me. They start moving together—Theo fucking my throat in controlled thrusts, Marcus driving into my sensitive cunt with the same rhythm.

"We are untouchable as long as we present a united front that no rumor can pierce." "I can smile for the cameras but I cannot control the thundering beat of my own heart when we are surrounded by so many unseen threats," Maren confessed while accepting a crystal flute of sparkling water from a passing tray. "These people offer polite compliments to our faces while plotting our financial ruin behind our backs. The suffocating pressure of maintaining this flawless illusion is far more exhausting than any physical labor."