Twist His D Spiderman Novels & Stories

The pace of his mouth was expeditious, just like any sports car in a race that was making it hard for me to breathe or keep up with his swiftness. He went lower, gathering my clothes in his hands, hiking them up to my waist, making me naked down to the waist with a red throng that was wet. He opened my thighs and settled himself in the middle of them, his hands tugged down my thong but stopped when they were near my ankle. When he was ready to dive into my pussy, that’s when I noticed the red mark in his hand that was gripping my waist.

He wiggled his eyebrows at me while his eyes twinkled with amusement making me blushed and shook my head. "Walaykumsalam, morning! My dream was blank, no need of flattering yourself. I would rather dreamt of SpongeBob than dreamt of you," I playfully sneered at him, playing with my fingers. "Wow, that's nice and cool. I know you are obsessed with SpongeBob; I think I will have to compete with it now. Thank Allah, not with Tom and Jerry," he fake- gasped, holding his chest in a painful manner. "Your food is on the table," I said dismissively, trying hard not to laugh.

I’ve never seen him shirtless till this moment. The olive skin of him shined under the lights of room, my eyes followed the veins in his hands which travelled to his neck and disappeared in the pit of his neck making my eyes drop and widen on the picture of his sculptures and well built chest and abs. 1,2,3,4,5,6 and i kept counting until my eyes landed on the V lines veins and then…. shit. Fuck ! my eyes snapped back to his and found me already looking at me with his signature smirk.

“I have to make sure bitches know their place.” Dante smiled. “Call her a bitch… one more time.” The man stepped closer and smiled as he whispered it. “Bitch.” And then, just like that, he reached out and pushed Dante. I gasped. “No!” But Dante didn’t step back. He didn’t trip. He merely stopped moving. His eyes narrowed, and he did something fast. So fast I almost missed it. He reached out his arm and twisted the man’s arm in an easy, fluid movement.

I curled against his chest, feeling his arms tighten around me. "Feeling any stronger?" I whispered, my smile laced with playful warmth as I lay against him. In answer, he extended his hand, fingers splaying outward as though gathering the very air around him. Slowly, he twirled his fingers, conjuring a delicate spiral of wind that danced and whirled, responding to the subtle command of his touch. The miniature vortex shimmered at his fingertips before he released it, sending it drifting gently out the window, where it vanished into the night.

“It’s been nice knowing you, Spider.” “I’m not going to kill him.” Taz chuckled. “Intentionally.” “Do you want gloves?” Spider asked. “No, I’m not cold. Thanks for asking.” She replied with a grin as she pulled off her sweatshirt. She was in black leggings and a bright blue fitted tank top. Her slip on shoes lay on the floor. They circled each other for a moment and then Spider took a few hits to her abdomen. He had assumed that she was in good shape and strong. But the strong wall of muscle surprised him. She smiled at his look of shock.

He’s such a good instructor, a born Alpha. He pulls me in front of him, putting his hands on my hips. “You can do it,” he says softly as I begin to focus. When the first twister lights up, I hear everyone around us ohh and ahhh. “Focus, Eliane. You can do it,” Cal says, and I focus, wanting to make my dragon proud of me. I get the second twister lit and everyone around us begins to clap. “Hold them,” he says and very carefully, he adds his water, sliding it under the twister in Iniko’s hands and lifting it as if the twisters are standing on top of a wave. When he’s done, we have all four elements working together.

Heavy, low-hanging balls the size of plums swung beneath, covered in tight black curls. He spat once on his palm, slicked the monster, and stepped between my spread legs. “Look at this greedy little pink hole winking at me. Been dreaming about it stretching around my curve, haven’t you?” “Yes,” I whimpered. “Please, Darius—wreck it.”

Swinging its steel limbs, it lunged at Adrian, casting a looming shadow over the human before it. Upon seeing this, Adrian smirked disdainfully. He threw a powerful punch, shattering the air around him. The clash between his fist of flesh and blood and the cold steel limbs of the mechanical spider sent shockwaves through the air, making leaves flutter. With a dull clang, the supposedly indestructible steel limbs of the spider twisted and bent, leaving a noticeable dent. Ivory, utterly bewildered, exclaimed, "This is impossible? This material is state-of-the-art, over two hundred times harder than ordinary steel!"

He tried to pull my legs from beneath me but I evaded him, using the chance to kick him in his side. “Sloppy.” He huffed, and I landed a blow on his neck for that. He nearly passed out, slumping against the wall. When he steadied, he wobbled on his feet, grimacing in pain. It didn’t make sense. Since when was Spider ever so weak? I reached out to help him and of course the fucker was only putting on an act to make me lower my guard. He twisted my arms behind me so hard I nearly cried out.