Doflamingo Pants Novels & Stories

His hand barely reached the doorknob when I called him. "What is this, Marlon?" I took the high-waisted jeans and waved them as if I were holding evidence of a murder he had committed. His head tilted in confusion, his eyebrows furrowed, so handsome that I almost forgot my anger. "Pants, love." "I know they are pants, but what size is this? Fourteen? FOURTEEN? I DON'T WEAR A FOURTEEN! I WEAR A NINE!" I ended up throwing the pants at him so furiously that he was caught completely off guard.

A slow, cocky smile spread across his handsome face. “Bullshit. Your hands are trembling. Your breathing is all messed up like you’re turned on right now.” He moved even closer until they were only inches apart. “You’re wet right now, aren’t you? Soaking through those panties just thinking about what I could do to you.” The crude words sent a powerful jolt of electricity straight through her body. Elena felt herself getting slick and warm against her panties. She hated how right he was and how badly her body responded.

I didn't catch the eye of most because I was known to be wolfless and the fact that wasn't the case actually made me giggle a little thinking about it. Walking into the diner I was a bit suprised to see not only Duke and Flint sitting about midway through the diner but the brothers from the other pack sitting with them. I chuckled thinking it was probaly them leaving the note as a stupid prank or warning. I walked in fully planning just to step into the office and talk to Mama Rose. "What you doing here rouge? begging for scraps." Flint hollered at me. I rolled my eyes, it was so obvious when he used rouge as a term not my name and I knew he was looking for a reaction from me. I locked eyes

Dante worshipped Camilla's body like it was a work of art. Her body was so beautiful, he thought to himself. He licked and sucked every part of her body until Camilla begged him to stop teasing her and give her what she wanted. Dante took a condom from his bedside drawer. He put it on his long length and positioned himself between her legs. "I will be gentle" he told her. He slowly put his cock inside her clenching heat, when he met the resistance of her hymen, he added a little force and plunged into her.

There was nothing else in the tent except for that. "Were they informed about our arrival?" Camille asked as she picked up the blue dress from inside the tent. The blue dress had a V-neck, long sleeves, and showed no skin. It was a perfect dress for Camille, while mine was a pair of red pants and a black round shirt. "Never knew that the middle age has clothes?" Camille joked as she wore her sandals. They were made out of the skin of a tiger, and whoever put the sandals there knew our size. Everything fits perfectly, including the sandals. "So is anyone going to pop out any second?" Camille asked.

“Now, let us get you dressed.” She handed me the jumper first. It was soft, thick, bright red, and decorated in white patterns of trees and tiny snow creatures. Then came the pants. Stretchy. Soft. Not leather. Not royal. Not anything I had ever worn. I held them up by the corners. “What manner of clothing is this? Why do the legs look like they are trying to escape each other?” “They are called pants,” Elara said gently. “Humans wear them.” “I only wear pants for training,” I muttered. “And those are leather. And do not stretch in threatening ways.”

I didn't even have the time to visit the temples anymore. Shaking my head, I turned away with my body lotions which I massaged into my supple creamy skin. Done with that, I wore my red undies and sexy lingerie and finished by picking up the pallazo trousers on the bed to wear. It was a black chifoj material I had picked up at the last shopping. I complemented with a sunset yellow short too that stopped at my belly button, instantly onto of the waist of the pallazo.