You Got Me Wrapped Around Your Little Finger นิยาย & เรื่องราว

lose his mind and fuck his best friend’s daughter raw… then baby, you’re gonna feel every single dirty second right along with me. The stares. The almost-touches. The way his voice drops when he growls my name. The moment he finally snaps and gives me exactly what I’ve been begging for. This summer is gonna be nasty, delicious, and completely ruined in the best way possible. I can’t fucking wait!!

Something must've gone wrong in my brain Got your chemicals all in my veins Feeling all the highs, feeling all the pain Let go on the wheel, it's the bullet lane Now I'm seeing red, not thinking straight Blurring all the lines, you intoxicate me Just like nicotine, heroin, morphine Suddenly, I'm a fiend and you're all I need All I need Yeah, you're all I need It's you, babe And I'm a sucker for the way that you move, babe And I could try to run, but it would be useless

“Show me how much of a good girl you are. Cum on your stepfather’s fingers.” I couldn't hold it back. I bit down on my own forearm to muffle the scream as my world narrowed down to the point where his fingers met my flesh. I came with a violent, racking force, my pussy clenching and gushing around him, coating his hand in my heat.

"Need your cock, need it now." He pulled his fingers free and I heard him fumbling with the lube. Then his hot hand was wrapping around mine, slick rainbows glistening on his fingers as he pressed them down to circle my rim. "69 baby," he purred, eyes dark with lust as he maneuvered us. "Gonna eat this sweet ass while I fuck you open on my fingers."

Something I wish wouldn't be happening so often. "The way you swore you would never do that. I can still remember me telling you I'll have you wrapped around my fingers..." Having him say he will have me wrapped which in his own words means he already has me wrapped makes me feel so little of myself. "I will make you beg." He's inching closer to me, if that's even possible as his hands runs across my arm, rubbing it down and then up again before both his hands rests on my shoulder. "Make you beg for my lips against yours. "

She winked at Romero who understand that part meant her “…we’re like a three fingered glove…hit your head on the door kind of love, you and me…just a few branches short of tree….we’re like a new pair of shoes, purchased slightly used, but polished with spit….I’m saying you're a comfortable fit for me….Now we’re living in our own reality…you and me and all your personalities…our life calls for celebration here…but I have to say…that I’m here to stay …and I won’t run away ….but I love you more…when you’re on your medication….dear…” Laughs erupted from the crowd as she smiled widely and continued to sing the song ”What a tangled web we weave….like some twisted prophecy…that your mother foretold

He didn't get the rest of the words out before I pushed the needle into the middle finger. Another painful cry. "I bet you'll be more amused when you listen to her choice of song," I continued, my voice unhurried while staring down at the finger like it was a mere tool I was working on. Done pushing over half of the needle into the finger, I retrieved my phone from my back pocket, tapped the screen several times and held it up to him as Cinnamon girl by Lana Del Ray started playing.

I was so wet, that my finger slid easily between my folds and brushed my clit softly causing my hips to jerk upwards. "Ah, you found your sweet little clit, didn't you? I bet that little thing is as hard as a rock. You want to play with it, don't you?" "Yes, please, Sir," I begged. I was using all my willpower not to move my finger on it more than I already had. "Later, my love. Right now, I want you to put that little finger in your tight hole. I want to know you're fucking yourself with it."His voice was growing huskier.

“This greedy little pussy is dripping for me, the enemy. How does it feel, hating me while you soak my hand?” I bit back a moan, nails digging into his shoulders. “I still hate you— ah!” He added a third finger, stretching me wider, and thrust them harder, faster. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room. Pleasure coiled tight and vicious in my belly. Then he leaned down and replaced his thumb with his mouth.

Arlet dragged her to a room and Amelia followed. "What are you both doing?" Melody roared. "You said you were feeling hot didn't you?" Arlet asked smirking. Melody stared at her as the second pang of betrayal hit her. Arlet didn't look sad or drunk now, she looked like a witch! "I guess the glasses of aphrodisiac you gulped down greedily has set in. You must be feeling really hot and horny, is it itchy down there?", Arlet said cackling wickedly.