Tom Holland Sex Scene Novels & Stories

"Stop, right there!" Scared of his murderous look, I stood pinned on the floor--my knees shaking. "See this." His fingers danced again into the keyboard, opening another video. The background then showed the view of the hall where we just had our thanksgiving. Then, it slowly moved into the bathroom. The sound of Calla's rapid breathing sliced into my heart again as I watched her sitting on the bathroom's island. She was naked below her waist as she propped her skirt up, opening herself to Sean. Wrapping her arms around Sean's neck, he then opened the zipper of his pants, pulling out only his rock-hard shaft. Soon, both of them danced together into a descending rhythm of sex and lust.

"I trust you." Tad leaned closer to look in his eyes and handed him the condom. "And I want this." "Dude, I don't know. Won't that hurt you?" Mark turned the foil wrapper in his hand. "Won't it be gross?" The porno was still on and some chick was getting corn-holed by a guy with a cock as long as Tad's arm. He gestured to the television. "What about that? She doesn't look like it's hurting her. We can shower afterwards before Mom comes home if it's gross."

“ Since John is out of my life, I want to give all of myself to you. I’m ready to let you have me and do to me whatever you wish, starting from now.” Luci grabbed her waist, turning her that he was now on her. He pulls off his shirt, exposing his hidden muscular features to her. The sight of his bare chest triggered Sonia’s hormones. She moved her fingers on his chest, and when she got to his abdomen, she stopped right on his belt. She unlocked his belt, pulling his trousers down to his thighs and he did the rest. He was left in his shorts, gazing at Sonia hungrily, he asked. “ Should I take it off too?” He asked, seeking for her permission.

“ Before anyone could answer, Tristan turned on the news channel instead. A countdown appeared on screen: 3… 2… 1… What played next froze me in place. My eyes widened in horror as a clear video started. Oh My God!- Jax and Hayley- having sex. She was straddling him on a chair, riding him slowly while he gripped her waist. “Will you do me a favor, baby boy?” Hayley whispered seductively, bouncing on his cock. “Look. You need Maya in your bed, by your side, and I want her ruined. Why don’t we join hands?”

"Wha-" "Just look how your flowers are growing, pretty, huh?" He pointed to the flowers put in a pot on the windowsill. I nodded, noticing how they'd gotten bigger. I glanced up, looking in the reflection of the window. I felt my heart sink at what was happening behind us. The knife that cut my hand, the knife that had my blood all over it, was clean and on the counter. Robert and Felix were holding Gio back, dragging him out of the room. He looked mad, completely insane. His eyes are bright red, and he looks murderous.

But if it's awkward, we stop. 'Deal.' Jordan got up and took his laptop off the couch and placed it on the coffee table. We went into the living room and sat down on the cushions, very close to each other, even touching shoulders. He started a browser and entered a site and scrolled to a video thumbnail, two guys, one of them muscular like him, the other one lean-bodied, both naked. 'This one's basic. Begins with them kissing and proceeds to fuck. No BDSM, no rough stuff, just two men toying each other assholes. He pressed play and the screen was filled with the scene.

"Of course you are, But the way the story goes they both fell deeply in love. I'm certain there were many, many unbelievable blow jobs, though. Have you ever had your cock sucked by a force of nature?" Doll kept using the toy on himself as he got to his knees. His eyes met Hades's gaze in a standoff. "A tom named Hurricane sucked me off once. Does that count?" Hades teased, leaning back and stroking his cock slowly. His eyes were raking over the no-fur's body, watching every move he made.

His hair was damp and his skin was still shining from the shower. My breath caught. My brain said look away, but my eyes didn’t listen. They travelled up and down those rippled muscles, broad shoulders, chiseled abs, and those thick thighs and c0ck. It was a bit hard and it was swinging as he moved. Then I noticed the TV. An unreleased film was playing; one of Smith Studios’ top stars, Clara Voss, and her co-star, Ethan Kane. The scene was intense, raw, and explicit. Her legs were spread wide and Ethan was thrusting hard inside her. She was screaming so loud. And their bodies were covered with sweat.

His thumb hovers over the play button, a muscle ticking in his jaw. Then he presses play. The video starts. It's grainy, clearly old, but unmistakable. Hayden, who is much younger, maybe thirteen or fourteen, is shirtless, his wrists bound above his head. There are fresh cuts across his chest and stomach, blood trickling down his skin in thin red lines. Rachel is on her knees in front of him, licking the blood slowly, almost lovingly, while her hand strokes his cock. I feel sick. Hayden goes completely blank beside me. His face drains of color. For several long seconds he doesn't move or even blink. He's gone somewhere far away.

cking on the large King-sized bed before her, just a wall between them. Tia watched as Hilary arched her back, a sign of her sexual release meeting climax. “Fu.ck, fill me, Alpha. I need you to fill me!” she screamed, followed closely by the Delta’s roar and release as he trembled above her arched body. “Say it!” Allan demanded.