Bonnie Situation Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

Bonnie was rough handled out of the car and was shot cold. Doesn't Mack care or is it possible he doesn't know that Bonnie had been shot? Perry felt upset. Mack wasn't alive somewhere, he reasoned really. And they both got affected by an accident, a car accident. Bonnie being rough handled out of the car irritated him, and the cold shot on her forehead kept on repeating itself. *** *** ***

She scoops it up and rubs it against her pussy hole. Fuck me. I grow impossibly hard, watching her. I lift her up and position her against the cell. I’m rough with it but Bonnie doesn’t seem to mind. She spreads her legs open, already anticipating my pulsing cock, sliding into her dripping entrance. I waste no time slamming my cock into her wet cunt. I go all the way in, burying my cock deep inside her pussy. Bonnie bangs her fists against the cell and cries out. “Fuucck!”

At the end of the room sat the Don, Russo’s grandfather. Russo’s grip tightened around my wrist as we stepped forward, his touch cold and unfeeling, a silent reminder of the contract I’d been forced to sign. He didn’t have to say it. We both knew what I wan supposed to do. I relaxed my shoulders and took in a deep breath as my heels echoed on the polished marble floor, each step bringing me closer to the Don. When we were finally at the table, Russo spoke first. Nonno,” Russo said, his voice low, almost respectful. It was the only time I’d ever heard him speak like that. “This is Cleopatra Benson.”

The dress she had given me was too tight and revealing, and I felt uncomfortable, but she just laughed that bright, sassy laugh I loved. We kept dancing until she spotted her boyfriend Sly at the DJ booth. Her eyes lit up. “There he is. My man. God, I’m so into him, Claire.” Later, we slipped into the quieter hallway near the restrooms. That’s when we heard Sly’s voice from a side room. “…Bonnie’s my golden ticket, man. I’ve been convincing her to go raw, and she finally agreed. We’ve been hooking up without condoms for a couple of weeks now. Victor Cavendish is loaded. If Bonnie gets pregnant, I’m set for life.”

Bonnie said, already fantasizing about the size of his dick. "While waiting... why don't you join me... a good threesome... co... could help... Oh my fuck," she screamed again when the guy gave her a hard thrust. Bonnie smirked, taking off her clothes. She had been feeling horny since she saw Stacy fucking the guy. She joined Stacy on the couch, spreading her legs apart. Stacy pulled her closer and attached her mouth to her wet clit causing Bonnie to scream out in pleasure. Bonnie shoved her head in her middle, and their moans covered the room as the guy kept on filling Stacy's hole with his dick.

"Where's that little punk? Bring her back to me!" I hid in the room, shaking. The door was already locked, but people were kicking it. Each blow rattled the whole frame. A week ago, I never would've guessed that Golden Island, the resort my fiancee, Sabrina Stone, brought me to, had an underground casino. She and Charlie Jones had been going wild in the casino day and night. I ended up being the one paying for it. The door burst open with a heavy crack. Several burly men in black rushed in at once.

Bonnie, a hand under her, rubbing her clitoris as I pound her ass, cumming, moaning. "Unggh, ungghh, cumming bro. Fuck my asshole." I'm at my limit. "Cumming, sis. I'm gonna cum in your ass." Bonnie climaxes as I ram deep and hold, releasing deep inside her. My whole body quakes as I feel one, two, then a third wonderful jet of cum shoot deep inside a forbidden place. I slowly pull out and roll over. Bonnie on top of me. We're both sweaty. "Best fuck I ever got." She says, kissing me.

I pressed my lips together, ready to speak, when his low murmur brushed against my ear: "Wendy... are you really not Candy?" "Of course not!" I shoved him back, firm and sharp. "Nick, I already told you at the old house—I'm not Candy, and I'll never be her substitute!" Something like defeat flickered in the depths of his eyes. His face smoothed into a blank mask as he gave a small nod. "Let's go." Bonnie's POV Moonlight Bar. Bruce had gathered a few friends in a private booth, drinking.

Bonnie whispered to him "What? I suck in guess work" Peter told her. "Well I've joined your crew of catching the bad guys" Bonnie said proudly. "Oh damn! This girl's gonna blow our cover" Alex said face palming his face as Peter gave him a look. "What bad guy?' Fay asked. "Don't mind her, she's taking about a movie we watched. Remember the MIB? Men in Black?" Alex said and gave a nervous laugh as he dragged Bonnie to the basement downstairs. "Seriously?' Alex said folding his arms.

We passed the main hallway, a few surprised glances from passing pack members, and entered the room where I usually spent the least exciting part of my day. "Get out," I said flatly to Chris, who was lounging across the guest couch, chewing on jerky like it was his full-time job. He looked up with a dramatic sigh. "Ugh, annoying asshole. Lovely to see you and that shiny new cut, Luna Buckley," he added with an exaggerated wink toward Bonnie before sprinting out like I might actually throw something at him. Once the door shut, I turned back to her. "Now what's wrong?" Bonnie placed the takeout containers down on the coffee table and shook her head. "I'm fine, don't be dramatic," she said, but