Thrusts Novels & Stories

Every thrust sends shockwaves through me, his hips driving me higher, his grip bruising as if he’ll never let me go. His thrusts don’t ease, not even when my body bows beneath him, straining against the intensity. He doesn’t give me time to breathe, doesn’t give me a chance to come down from the high he’s already wrung out of me. Instead, he drives harder, his hips crashing into mine with ruthless precision, forcing me to meet each punishing stroke.

I fell to the fall, holding my left cheek, wondering what just happened. “Don't you ever talk to me in that manner! Do you understand, you piece of shit?” Mr. Red eye fumed standing before me. Then and there, I realized I had been slapped until my eyes rolled backwards. I stared into his eyes and I realized, unlike the other night, his eyes were a deep shade darker. The stinging pain on my cheek stopped me from thinking, and tears streamed down my face. I watched as he slowly walked towards me and in reflex, I crawled backwards. The air seemed to have become stiffer, and the hairs on my body stood on end. I crawled backwards still holding my left cheek and tears streaming down my face making

He steps in between my legs, one hand clutching my naked hip to keep me in place as his hand settles on my neck. He thrusts inside of me hard, and I gasp, the noise cut off when the hand around my throat squeezes. My chest viciously burns when I try to inhale, pressure mounting inside of me. He fiercely thrusts inside of me again and again, not letting go of my neck. My vision blurs, and time stands still as his calloused finger presses against my jugular. I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't fucking breathe.

Her body tensing and after few seconds she came undone for the second time. “You sold “ * thrust * “yourself to me.” *thrust* “I will do” * thrust* “however and whatever” * thrust* “I want to do with you” *rough thrust* “don’t deny me”. His harsh words tattered her dignity. With great effort she brought her hands down and pushed his shoulder to make his rough slamming less painful, but he didn’t care her feeble attempt. He took the skin of her neck in between his teeth and gave a rough bite and then sucked on the skin. Sweat covered their bodies as he kept pacing insanely.

Her pussy clenched around my dick as i thrusted inside her like a maniac. “ You( thrust) are (thrust) mine (thrust)” i grunted fucking the life out of her pussy. “ Mine (thrust) to fuck (thrust).... Mine (thrust) to suck( thrust) Mine (thrust) to love....(Deep thrust)” i groaned as i released my warm seeds in her again. She came again, moaning lowly. I wanted her to ride me! But! She's tired already!!! Maybe tomorrow!!!

But Chase's experience gave him the edge of the battle. He knew exactly which spot in girl's mouth he should send his tongue to, where inside the mouth or part of the girl's tongue he should caress. He knew the perfect time and combination to lure a girl through his teeth, mouth and tongue. Not just that, his hands sure do know where to go, the spots to be pressed, to be caressed, to be... squeezed. He lifted her off her feet and pushed against the wall.

On top of them is Martin, his large hands wrapped tightly around their necks, squeezing the life from their bodies. I try to scream, beg him to stop, but no sound comes out. I’m stuck at the door, staring. May’s swollen belly is being crushed by Martin’s leg. Tears explode from my eyes, and I thrash in place. I scream for Martin to stop, promising I’ll do anything if he will stop hurting them.

He thrust in with one smooth, deep stroke. The curve dragged perfectly along my front wall. I cried out around Aurelius, the sound muffled and desperate. Thorne stayed on his knees beside us. He stroked himself slowly. The piercings along his shaft caught the firelight, glinting with every movement. “Soon all three again,” he promised. His voice was rough with restraint. “Until the heat breaks. Or you do.” They moved together in a brutal, perfect rhythm. Cassian filled my hole with long, deep thrusts. Aurelius fucked my mouth with controlled rolls of his hips. Thorne watched, his hand working his pierced length faster, waiting his turn.

He scrambled out; limping gently, the heavy iron door clanging shut and the bolt sliding home with a final, echoing thud. BECCA’S POV The floor was spinning. I laid there, my face pressed against the cold concrete, tasting copper and dust. My jaw felt like it had been unhinged, and a dull, throbbing heat was radiating from the side of my head. But I breathed. I reached out, my fingers trembling as they found the small, sharp stone I had gripped earlier. I pulled it close to my chest, a small sob escaping my lips. He didn't win. They didn't win.

Every thrust hit deep, sending shocks of pleasure straight to her womb. Kaelen pressed her against the wall, driving into her with relentless force. Each thrust was harder, faster, merciless. His silver eyes burned into hers, capturing every shiver, every gasp. Her lips parted in a lewd moan, then she bit down hard, nearly drawing blood, lost in the fire of their collision. The trueblood Alpha growled inside him as he pounded into her more, rougher and relentless. Each thrust shook the walls, driving deeper, harder, claiming her body.