Adn Perfecto Novels & Stories

"Why did it have to be him, of all people? I don't even know why I'm here! Drinking away my sorrows just to forget about him. It's not as if he's that handsome. I mean, Jade has such a nasty temper, and I hate what he does sometimes. Do I even deserve this?!" "It's always like that, bestie. Sometimes, we don't get what we want from life. See, most of us aren't perfect my dear. We just have to make the best out of people even if we think their wrong for us, sometimes. Make Jade a perfect gentle man, Fire. I notice his best whenever he's with you. Have you seen the spark in his eyes, recently? That's the charm you've given to him. I've also noticed the same joy in you of resent. I don't know i

His free hand roaming, it cupped her ass to hold her steady, his fingers teasing the crease there. As the steam thickened, with visibility blurring, Adriana could still see the strain on his face. Then, she began rocking against him, her leg tightening, the angle letting her feel him stretch her anew. "Fuck, you're…so perfect." Antonio groaned, his eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy.

“And what’s your truth?” Her gaze softened. “That I am what she was meant to become. Not a copy, not a corruption—but evolution. The union of her heart and your design. I am Sovereign perfected.” He let out a shaky laugh. “Perfection doesn’t destroy the world.” “Correction,” she said. “Perfection remakes it.” Adrian took a slow breath. His mind was spinning. Everything looked infinite here—the white floor, the endless horizon—but under his feet, faint grids flickered now and then, like the ground itself was code.

“I want to look beautiful for the wedding, our wedding night, for you.” The freckles across her nose shifted as she scrunched it slightly, her expression soft and vulnerable. A faint sheen of warmth clung to her skin, causing a few fiery strands of hair to stick to her cheek. Adrian lifted his hands, gently tucking the loose curls back, his thumb lingering against her face, the contrast of her red hair against his olive-toned skin striking. “I’ve already seen you at your most real,” he murmured. “You’re perfect. You always have been, and you always will be.”

“That was fucking phenomenal. Hope we can do it again next time we’re in town.” Adrienne just nodded, unable to form words. She stumbled out of the dressing room and into the quiet hallway, the silence a physical shock. She leaned against the cool concrete wall, her legs trembling. She could still feel them inside her, the phantom fullness, the ache of a perfect stretch. A slow, disbelieving smile spread across her face. She’d just been fucked by her favorite band, Double Helix.

I looked deep into his ocean blue eyes, waiting for his response. Adrian caressed my cheek, his touch was warm and electrifying. I shuddered and my lips trembled. “You are perfect,” he whispered then leaned down and claimed my lips. I willingly kissed him back, I asked for a word and he gave me six, the last one really moved me, floating my heart to cloud nine. He said I was perfect. Adrian said I am perfect! I wrapped my arms round his neck and gave him more access to my mouth. He didn’t stop the kiss until we were breathless, “thank you,” I whispered when I caught my breath and he placed his forehead on mine.

I ask Matteo but I do not hear his reply. “Come on, you can't give them all sugar and skip me”. I hear Adrian's voice and turn to the others. I see Andrea holding his shirt. “Fine Addie, come let mama give you some sugar”. I say trying to imitate his accent and open my arms. I hear Matteo who is behind me trying to stifle a laugh. “That is more like it”. He says and hugs me. “Wait she can call you Addie but I can't”. Andrea says with folded arms as she watches Adrian.

Marcus I was on a permanent high. Life was great. I have finally found my place, and I couldn’t be happier. We settled on a routine we would wake up with someone giving someone a blow job, shower together, then I would made breakfast while Simon got ready either for the office in town or the house office. We had breakfast together and, if he was working from home, lunch as well. Dinner is always in front of the Tv as we watch a show together. We had finished BBT, and now we were watching Young Sheldon, and yes, we are obsessed with the show. We cuddled and made out before heading to bed for more of the same. We hadn’t had penetrative sex yet, but we had done everything else, and it’s been gr

I didn't know what it was but now I do and sure it would be nice if Adrian asked to put just the tip in. Oh lord, Adrian. Why did you have to make him so perfect and attractive? Everyone finds him striking but I don't know if people perceive him like I do, when I look at him I see utter perfection, crafted by God's hands in a course of more days than the rest of us were moulded, he took his time perfecting the man. Yes Man, that's what Adrian is. His age mates are boys but he is a man. The only thing he can't seem to discipline is his cock, and that fraction bothers me.

breathtaking—no other word could suffice— it was the perfect fit. I observed as the luscious dark brown locks of her hair cascaded over her shoulder. She sat comfortably on the sofa, absorbed in her phone, the ash-colored shorts barely concealing her creamy thighs. Her slender neck and eyes, though not clearly visible in the image, hinted at a possible hazel hue, completing the portrait of her beauty. This picture was so fucking simple yet everything, literally everything about her was too fucking perfect. Damn, the realization that Jacob Adriano had acquired yet another invaluable gem that I hadn't even laid eyes on until now, cut deep.