Connor Pj Masks Novels & Stories

Paul screams, and he moves on his own while Connor is inclining his body with his hands supporting his back. “Am I good, huh?” he added while keeps on pleasuring himself. “Super amazing, my Paul.” He doesn’t want his top to be tired of worshipping his hole—Paul’s generous enough to buy him time. His bruises are now invisible to his naked eyes—leaving his sexy and white back to normal state. Connor doesn’t want him to pleasure himself because he wants both of them in action. He grabs his body onto him then lock his hands while kissing his lips, close enough to feel the warmth of their heating body.

Silver~ He was wearing a black and red crochet bunny mask with red horns and long flat ears. His black turtle neck shirt was tucked in black pants and matte black boots. And a black long coat hung lazily on his shoulders. When he spoke, his voice was slightly altered by the mask, but it unmistakably sounded like Daniel’s. Or could I be overthinking it? “And you are…?” Adrian asked, lifting a brow, clearly displeased with the interruption. The masked young man inclined his head slightly.

He gently and gracefully brought out a Golden mask, with little sapphire feathers around it, rubies, scattered and arranged beautifully on it, my head swarm at the sight of it. "It belonged to my mom." He had said with emotion raw in his voice. "It's beautiful" I whispered. "This are the little I could savage from our home, when the war came, it ruined most things." He gestured around. If most are already gone then, this must be a dream, I mean just look around. He stepped behind me, and tied the mask on my face. "Connor....." I tried to stop him, the mask's for his mother, what's he doing?.

I gun down the bastard who shot him, taking him down. Then, a voice booms over the chaos. "Mason! Come out, you coward!" A man, probably the leader, steps forward, yanking off his mask. My world tilts when I register his face. It's Connor, the one who stamps every mission order. Without his signature and stamp, we cannot take any mission so how did… I don't get to continue thinking when he starts shooting aimlessly. His face twists with hate, eyes locked on the stables.

He reached out his hand and I smiled suddenly and looked at PJ's face. Actually, handsome is PJ. The nose is piercing. She has brown eyes and her lips are also perfect. Her skin is white and smooth and she is also tall. He has a good body build and is like a basketball player. "Where?" I whispered, and then he smiled very broadly and messed up my hair. You know, lipstick doesn't suit you. It should be-" I was surprised when he took out the handkerchief and came closer to me and touched my nape and smiled broadly, then touched the handkerchief to my lips and erased what was on my lips.

Pockmark Mask now. ***

"I'm so jealous! You look amazing! Tyler is so going to drool all over you." "Thanks." I said, but it came out really quiet. It was almost too quiet to even be heard by Emily. I let out a sigh and walked in front of my long mirror that could reflect my whole body. I did actually look nice the front pieces of my hair were pulled and clipped at he back of me head and I had on a spaghetti strap black dress and a black masquerade mask. I love wearing these masks because sometimes you can't tell who the person is because they're covering there face. Especially if your a brunette. There are a lot of brunettes in my school.

"Connor Grant is a Close Protection specialist, runs his own bodyguard team and he's a guest on the island just now while he recovers from injuries." "What kind of injuries?" "Gunshot wound to the right leg. Did you hear about Sir Richard Branson's Island? Had a big fire on it a while back?" Mark frowned, remembering seeing headlines about it on the net. "Something about Kate Winslet rescuing his mom?" "That's it," Jasmine nodded. "Well, Connor is a friend of Kate's. He's done some work for her in the past and is tight with her family, so he was out there on vacation with them, as guests of Richard Branson."

He stopped. “Do you want me to turn around so you can get a good look?” He looked over his shoulder at me with an arrogant smirk and his voice was heavy with amusement. “I wasn’t!” I clapped my hands over my face, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. “Liar,” he chuckled and disappeared inside his bedroom. *** Connor returned, fully dressed in skin-tight jeans and a light blue sleeveless T-shirt. His dark brown hair, slicked back from his forehead, curled into his neck. I could imagine my fingers running through it, messing it up.

She chuckled. "You... let me see your face! So that I can hit real hard!" Connor said. "She doesn't have a face," Mason said. "What?" Connor asked, shockingly. "Yup. She's faceless so she covers it with a mask" Jake said. "What's her powers actually?" Connor asked. "There is absolutely nothing you know about the supernatural realm, huh?... Well, she takes the face of whom you love the most and uses it against you... happy now?" Jake said.