Donnie X Mikey Novels & Stories

"The Party? Party Patty?" "Party Patty!" She twirled and they had a moment to themselves that we didn't get but it seems Owen and Donovan got it because they both started laughing. "Party Patty?" Linc asked Mikey and me. "Dude, we don't know." Mikey answered. "Hello Mikey." Donovan approached together with Q. They both shook hands with my brother. I expected an incident but nothing happened. "Mikey." Owen also approached and offered his hand. Mikey took a long moment before he shook hands with him. Relief swept through the room. "Thank you for coming."

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.

She ached to be filled by one of them. Jay eagerly did as Mikey directed, and Mikey helped him line up with Heather. All three groaned aloud as Jay found his seat finally. “Oh, this is nice. This is really nice.” As Jay moved within Heather. Mikey teased Heather’s other hole before slipping his fingers in there as a delightful surprise for both of his mates. Mikey had the best seat in the house. He buried his fingers in one mate and sucked the balls of the other. His erection returned with a vengeance, and he felt the perfection of their entire relationship.

“Then let’s force it to strike again.” “Wow. That sounds fun. Not.” Just to be obstinate, he scooted closer to her. “Your middle name is West. What’s mine?” “Jack… Off Donohue?” “Funny. My middle name is Michael.” “Jack Michael. Kinda sounds like—” “Chas Michael Michaels,” they said simultaneously. He grinned. “Maybe we do have a few things in common.” “Name one thing besides lowbrow movies.” “We both like Carter’s kids.”

“She’s looking damn fine.” Slater launched to his feet. “Relax, I’d never break the bro-code. She has a cute friend though. Blonde hair with pink highlights.” “Casey? Stay away from my cousin. Next thing I know, she’s riding on the back of your motorized dick—” “Relax, Slater, Donnie’s not interested in Casey—he’s yanking your chain.” Max pocketed his phone. “I am.” Donnie grinned. “But next time, leave my Harley out of it.”

You be ready when I make a move, I'll let you know when. "I'll be ready" Mike said in a deadly whisper. Colin was lying on his back his soft cock glistening with his and Kim's cum. "Bring those pretty legs here over my head girl, your going to have to get it up again" he instructed Donna. She had tasted herself before when she and Mike were making love but she had never tasted another girl, the fact that she was being forced to sent a little tremor of excitement through her. She crawled down his body until her spread legs were right above his head.

Don Damon said, drawing me out of my thoughts. My eyes widened, and for a brief moment, I saw a glint in his eyes…something unreadable, and it disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared. He chuckled and rose to his feet. “Keep tempting me, sweet, innocent, little petal,” he ground out, “and let’s see how long you keep your innocence.” I flinched at his tone, although I could hardly understand any of this—his words, his actions, and his reactions. “Ryder!” he boomed out, and the same sturdy man that had served us appeared almost immediately. “Where’s Mary?” The Don asked.

What are we going to do? Julianne hurriedly reached for the pen in Adrian's hand. But the attorney warned them not to alter the document. Adrian's expression changed. He looked at me as though waiting for me to say something. Suddenly, the entire situation felt pointless. Julianne explained, "I really didn't do it on purpose, Maddie. Please don't be angry. "We can come back tomorrow and sign a new copy." Adrian fell silent for a moment, then tightened his hold on my hand and said reassuringly:

From the second you got in my car. He pushes away from me, and the cold rush hits the spot where his body had been. I hate the way my body reacts. Like I’d gotten used to his heat. Marcus watches us from across the room. His face is tired. ‘Val,’ he says, ‘he’s right.’ ‘Don’t,’ I snap. ‘Please don’t.’ Dante’s already texting someone. Typing with the same casual energy someone uses to order food. ‘We’re doing it tomorrow,’ he says.

Outside a bar, several bouncers puffed on cigarettes and chatted loudly. I recognized a few faces. They were with Vincent earlier that evening. “Freaking hell, tonight’s been a drag! I can’t believe how tough the menace has gotten!” “Shh! Keep your voice down. Don Colleo is in a foul mood right now.” “What’s there to be scared of? If you ask me, Evelyn needs to be taken down a peg. She was Don Colleo’s lapdog. Does she think she’s a big deal just by putting on some designers?”