Adn Perfecto Novels & Stories

Adrian stood to his feet. Henry shielded his eyes with his hand. “Why are you unclad Adrian?” “Chill Henry. This is the closest to a perfect male body you will ever see...” Henry shook his head. “Do you get the joke?” Adrian asked. “Adrian...” “My body is the perfect male body because you don’t have a perfect...” “Adrian, yea, yea, I got it” Henry replied. “I don’t need you to explain"

Willow’s POV “Am I perfect?” Adonis asked, looking at himself in the full length mirror. “I need to be perfect. Jay deserves perfection. Nothing less.” I smiled and nodded. Adonis did look perfect in his blush pink tuxedo. I looked pretty good too, my cream-colored dress draping over me spectacularly, with the little trail at the back. We were at my house, and we’d spent the morning being pampered. It had started with a leisurely champagne breakfast, followed by massages, nails, and a full facial. It was exactly what Adonis had wanted.

I turned around and made a big mistake by looking up at him, I repeat big mistake. I swear Adriano had to be on the list of Greek gods, his chest and biceps were well to sculpted don't even get me started on his eight pack, he had an eight pack for Pete's sake and his skin was perfectly tanned even though he was a tad bit dark because of the Latin genes he inherited from his mum. My eyes went lower finding his tattooed torso and V that was visible since his sweatpants hang dangerously low around his waist. Damn I could only imagine my legs wrapped around his torso while his strong arms gripped my ass. Fuck

He ghosted his fingertips over the expanse of his chest and tummy as Adom gasped and whimpered from the light touches. "Please," Adom said as he watched Sebestian above him. He reached out for Sebestian slacks, indicating that he wanted them off. Sebestian helped him as he pulled them down and threw them away. Adom moaned at the sight before him. Tall, handsome, and strong. He was everything a man wished for. He was perfect in every way, and he wanted him even more. His body wanted him even more. The sandalwood scent was making him dizzy with need. He reached out to grab Sebestian and pull him down on top of him. He kissed Sebestian vigorously as their tongues glided against each other. Soft

He fucked me so hard, so fast that I couldn’t tell what was going on. “Come for me, dolcezza mia.” The orgasm hit me hard, knocking the breath out of my lungs. My clit throbbed and my inner walls fluttered as Adriano's thick cock fucked me through the orgasm. A loud groan escaped his mouth as he came, it felt like I could come again as his coke spilled inside me. “So fucking perfect,” he kissed my lips. “You’re so fucking perfect and all mine, baby.” He released my hands and lay on the couch, pulling me to himself.

she continued, voice barely above the rain, “the only thing I was afraid of was never getting the chance to choose you again.” His chest tightened. “Lisa…!!” She reached for him then, fingers curling into the front of his shirt, not pulling him close….just anchoring herself. “I don’t want perfect,” she said. “I want honest. I want this—whatever this is—messy and real.” Grey rested his forehead against hers, breath mingling, rain blurring the space between them. “You have me,” he said. “No filters. No omissions. Even the parts I hate.”

“She’s our mate. I had let the most primal instinct take over me in anger and my mind conjured up this image of our mate. Isn’t she the most beautiful female?” His question seemed idiotic to me as my eyes stared at the raw beauty of our mate. “She is the most beautiful and exotic female, I have gotten the pleasure to ever lay my eyes on. Her long brunette hair are so tempting that I want to run my fingers in them, Adie. That smile of hers' would be the death of me, I swear on the goddess.” I reply with my eyes closed.

The score was neck and neck, they just needed 2 more points to beat the other team and if someone could score the perfect touchdown, it would win the game indefinitely. We all held our breath as the ball was tossed to Avery and he got into position to huck it over the defence line to Aiden who rushed to the other side of the field with blinding speed. It was a perfect pass made by Avery that he caught with ease and went to make a break for it instantly. “Yes, go, Aiden!” I screamed across the field.

A fact which filled me with a sense of pride and power. When Aden came in, I completely blanked him, eyes fixed firmly on the comic book Carlos had suggested. It was actually pretty good. I knew it was Aden because I could smell him getting off the elevator. I didn’t even know that they made Eddie Bauer’s Pure anymore, but he had apparently found enough to bathe in the stuff. It was a crisp, pleasant smell, but I was training myself to hate it.

He didn’t even blink. “And?” he asked. The doctor glanced at the clipboard, then looked back up. “We found a match.” The word landed like a hammer. Heavy. Loud. Echoing down the narrow hallway. “A… a match?” Adrian repeated, disbelief cracking open into something dangerously close to hope. “You’re sure?” “Yes,” the doctor said. “Perfect compatibility.” Perfect. The word hung there, fragile, trembling, almost afraid to exist. Adrian made a broken sound, half laugh, half sob. His hands went to his face. “Thank God,” he whispered. “Oh my God…thank God.”