Wet Like I'm Book Novels & Stories

I whispered, looking up into his eyes. I dropped to my knees on the wet tile. Water cascaded over us as I swirled my tongue around his swollen head, savoring the salty tang of pre-cum. I took him deeper, working my hand in rhythm with my mouth, sucking with wet, obscene sounds. Marcus groaned, fingers threading through my wet hair. I bobbed faster, hollowing my cheeks, taking him to the back of my throat until my eyes watered. His hips twitched; I could feel him fighting the urge to fuck my face.

What if Bonus Chapter 5 What If They Met at a Bookstore During a Rainstorm? Eli POV The rain came down in sheets, hammering the big windows of the independent bookstore like it wanted to drown the entire city. I’d ducked inside just as the sky opened, hair already soaked, hoodie clinging to my skin, silver nail polish chipped and glossy from the wet. My backpack was heavy with new finds—two novels I’d been hunting for weeks and a slim volume of poetry that had caught my eye. I stood near the fiction shelves, dripping quietly onto the hardwood floor, flipping through pages while the storm raged outside.

Chapter 2: Office Hours and Quiet Storms The rain had eased by the next afternoon but left the campus wrapped in a lingering mist that softened every edge into a cinematic haze. Selene walked the familiar path toward the humanities building, her cream hoodie zipped up against the cool damp air, braided hair still slightly damp from the morning shower. The weight of yesterday’s walk with Professor Darius Vale pressed gently on her thoughts—the way his hand had brushed her cheek under the oak, the warmth in his voice, the unspoken pull that made her omega instincts stir with both excitement and caution. It felt like standing on the left side of a rainy frame, reflective and uncertain, while a

and “Wet For Step Daddy’s Best Friend” THE END!

“You finish cooking. Try not to burn anything while you’re thinking about how wet you are right now.” I stood there frozen as he walked away, his broad back and tight ass flexing with each step. My hands were shaking. My pussy was soaked, throbbing with need. Guilt twisted sharply in my chest — Alex trusted me, trusted his brother — but the attraction was undeniable. Powerful. Dangerous.

“Her pussy is so wet. What a slutty little bride.” Clara trembled, her breath catching as Parker slid two fingers inside her pussy, curling them with deliberate pressure. A broken cry escaped her lips, not from pain but from the sudden rush of sensation. Her hips jerked forward, responding instinctively to the deep, teasing motion, the unexpected pleasure unraveling her defenses.

A pain that made me hotter and wetter. Beads of sweat trickled down his temples and settled on the valley of my breast. My body trembled with thrills anytime he pushed deep. John's strokes came in harder and faster. A series of deep groans saw from his throat as he reveled in the tight grip of my pussy. Like he loved the way it clenched around him. I’ve heard about how buck cocks satisfy women, but I always thought it wasn’t possible. They always looked like an agent of mass destruction. So I avoided them.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

The little I knew about arousal was from books, forbidden books by the way and if the way they describe these things are true, that means I'd just dropped wetness on the Alpha's lap. In a room full of… visitors.

I clenched my teeth, frustration curling inside of my inner self. I imagined him being the one in action, sucking, squeezing and touching me whole. I gasped in pleasure. Finally reaching a release. I hated this whole thing, how much he had gotten under my skin, and the fact that I wasn't strong enough to get him out of my way. I finally stepped out of the shower, my body was warmer. I wrapped a towel around myself and walked back into the room, sitting on the bed. And then.. I saw the book lying on my bed. A New Pet for the Mafia King.