Diego X Hot Pants Novels & Stories

I would have been angry if Diego didn't tell me all about how Paxton had fallen out of one of the trees while trying to hide my pants and then promptly passed out. Diego had to drag him back, and I followed the trail his body left in the soil, gathering my clothes on the way. Paxton wasn't too happy about how easy it was for me to find my things, but he had been too drunk to do more than throw them around. One shirt had landed in a tree, and the pants he had tried to tie at the top of another were on the floor next to the crater he left when he fell.

He'd given me space every step of the way. But now we are alone. In a penthouse. In the same bedroom. I heard the bathroom door open. I turned. And my breath caught in my throat. Diego stepped out, shirtless. A towel hung low on his hips. Water droplets still clung to his skin. His dark hair was damp, pushed back from his face. His chest was sculpted—broad shoulders, defined muscles, a trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath the towel. I stared. I couldn't help it.

“My life is over. How am I supposed to show my face now?” “It’s okay, Maeve. You might have lost your dignity, but you’ve gained popularity. “Take a look. It’s hilarious. Luke has SpongeBob SquarePants plastered all over his boxers.” She shoved the phone in my face, and I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. The whole thing was captured in HD—the exact moment I tripped and pantsed Luke. I fled the scene in a panic while Luke stared at my receding figure with a grimace.

Her pussy was puffy and sore, her asshole burned with every movement, and the thick leather collar around her neck was a constant reminder of what she was now. Diego walked in smelling like gunpowder and sweat. He tossed a cheap bundle of clothes onto the bed. “Dress. We’re going to a party.” She picked up the scraps. A black pleated skirt so short it would show the bottom of her ass if she bent even a little. A sheer red crop top that was basically see-through. No bra and no panties, cheap black stilettos that pinched her feet. “I can’t go out like this,” she said, voice hoarse from screaming the night before.

She could take a bigger, much longer cock, but she was satisfied with this beauty. Diego started moving slowly in and out, in and out, stretching her pussy wider and wider to accommodate his huge width. Diego continued his in and out, his cock being huge and rock hard. My lady had one orgasm, then another, then another. Diego, feeling her pussy getting wetter and wetter and accommodating his huge cock, lunged forward, pushing his cock tightly against her pussy, groaned, pumping load after load of warm creamy cum deep in her stretched pussy. My lady held Diego tightly, loving the feeling of his huge cock sliding in and out of her cum-filled pussy.

My eyes widen and she continues, “I don't think there's ever a night he goes to bed without a woman or two. And I've never seen him bring the same woman home twice.” I cringe at the revelation. But Nancy doesn't seem to notice. “You know what we call him around here?” She looks around and whispers to me, “The panty ripper.” “What?” “That's right! I think he has a kink for ripping panties off his conquests. He's quite notorious for it. It's like his signature move or something. I've lost count of the number of torn panties I've had to throw away.”

Patty was still getting heated. "Diego always tells me where he's going and when he leaves the house he'll be with Fabian. Diego wouldn't have time to stop by because he's a busy man with his job." Stellina seemed to be defending Diego. "Oh my God, or is he gay!" Patrizia suddenly screamed. Of course that startled Stelina. "What do you mean, you just startled me." Stellina sent a death glare at Patrizia. "I think Diego is gay, so you should really check him out. Can he get on when he's close to you?"

Chapter 29. Sage's POV I was setting the table when Diego emerged from the room. He was speaking to someone over the phone. My breath caught at the sight when I raised my head. He was wearing a casual shirt that hugged his ripped body perfectly. The way his muscles flexed as he gestured made my mouth water. However, what caught my eye was the way the sweatpants he wore hung loosely on his waist. So loose that when he lifted his hand, I could see the ripped V of his torso leading to his cock. My toes curled when my eyes caught sight of the outline of cock in the pants.

Seyi retorted. Omah took his cigarette from his mouth and grinned. "Those previous girls are not Prof. Ajayi's daughter you know. Besides you guys need to stop hopping from one chick to another. How do you even do it sef?" Dayo thought his friend knew better, a pity he doesn't. Well why else was he his best friend if he couldn't enlighten him on such small issues such as this one. "The best thing about panties is taking them off. The game is simple. You see a girl you'd like to smash. You pursue them, spend a few thousands. You get into their panties. You move on. It's so damn exciting!" He declared,

I am still pushing it and I saw him shaking his head. "You're unbelievable! You, silly girl, that's his name, X! Just one letter, and remember this, panty girl, don't get near him. He's dangerous!" I glared at him because he sounded like he owned me. While in the first place, he’s not even my friend! I have no time for this pervert. Might as well go back to the classroom. But before I could leave, I looked at him first. "Whatever! And can you please don't call me, panty girl?! Yours is even worse, PANTY STEALER!" I loudly said before I turned my back on him and decided to go back to the classroom.