Wound Tight Novels & Stories

After cleaning out the wound, he tore off a bit more of his shirt to wrap her wound. She felt herself turning a bright red when she noticed that the boy was showing his abs. She tried her best not to stare, but it was right in front of her. How could she look away when it was in plain sight? When he tightened the shirt around her wound, she yelped in pain. He instantly regretted tying the shirt too tightly. He apologized, “I’m sorry. Did that hurt?”

“So tight. So warm.” He moved then, not slow nor gentle, but deep, hard, and fast, filled with every single emotion he had held back all night. Every thrust was heavy, meaningful, and intense. He hit that spot deep inside me over and over, making me cry out his name loud and breathless, making my legs shake and wrap tight around his waist pulling him deeper and deeper. He held my hips so tight his fingers dug in leaving bruises I would feel for days, marks that were his, proof he was here and he claimed me.

I desired the whole thing to be ideal. Time ticked by, and I felt my exhilaration fade into worry. Jake become late again. I despatched him a textual content asking if he was on his way, but all I were given turned into silence. I sighed, feeling a combination of unhappiness and frustration. Just as I become about to surrender hope, my smartphone buzzed with a notification.

Jesus, would this happen every time I even looked at him? "Almost done" Dr. Todd said, administering a few more injections. "Now we can get you sewn up" she picked up the suture kit, "you won't need too many, just a handful to keep the widest parts closer together and promote healing. However, you will need to take it easy for awhile, I know you heal fast but don't do anything to open the wound up more." "How am I not supposed to do anything?" He groaned. "Do you see who I'm mated to?" His tone was light and flippant and I had to smile. Dr. Todd let out a snort, which was quite unlike her.

Old Xenois was right; I'd need to do something about it soon. I tore off part of my shirt and wrapped it around the wound, pulling it as tight as I could stand. It wasn't perfect, but it would slow the bleeding.

Without warning I push my rock-hard cock into her virgin tight ass, making her scream as she grips the comforter so tight her knuckles turn white. "Stop tensing the fuck up, little one. Relax for daddy." "Oww, okay..." She whimpers and relaxes her body, making it easier for me to thrust into her tight little ass. My thick cock stretches her tight hole, ripping her open and sending bursts of pain throughout her body until the pain finally turns to pleasure and she starts to moan. My cock squeezes through her walls, and they grip me like a goddamn vice, making my cock pulse uncontrollably inside her ass. I lean down to her ear again as I continue to viciously pound into her. I grip her ass che

Timi I woke up when Nahlela and I were entangled in between the sheets but I managed to adjust without waking her up. She looked so beautiful and peaceful in her sleep, like a baby. She was completely naked and her body was enticing and inviting. I wanted to touch and suck her whole body starting from the crown of her head right down to the sole of her feet and of course I wanted to concentrate on some areas. The idea was tempting but I didn’t want to wear her out. When we made love for the first time, I noticed that she was extremely tight. I wanted to stop but she insisted that I go on. I asked her if it was her first time and she tried avoiding the question but I insisted till she finally

I knew they couldn’t keep this up much longer. Soren’s eyes met mine, burning with worry as he pulled me into his arms. He held me tight against the chaos around us, still fighting off guards with his free hand. “Are you hurt?” he growled, his voice low and urgent. I nodded, wincing from the pain, and Soren’s face grew darker. He quickly ripped a strip of fabric from his shirt and wrapped it carefully around my bleeding wound.

The largest ran along his lifeline. I poured cleaning solution over a cotton pad, the sharp smell making my eyes water slightly, and pressed it lightly to the wound. He didn't flinch, didn't make a sound, but I felt his entire body go rigid, every muscle locking into place like he was bracing for much worse pain than this small sting could provide.

Still, she sat as if she belonged here. “I’m leaving now.” Suitcase in hand, I waited for her to rise. Slowly, eyes never leaving mine, she stood. When she was on her feet, she reached a delicate finger toward my chest. Surprised, I flinched and stepped back so her hand wouldn’t touch me. “I don’t bite, Mr. Voughan. Your collar just needed fixing.” “I got it. Thanks.” I adjusted it myself. I saw the defeat in her eyes, though she pressed on cheerfully.