I Want Eat Your Pancreas Novels & Stories

I still haven't taken my eyes from him, and it is most definitely not just pancakes I fancy this morning. He turns back to the cooker as he gets started on the pancakes. My god, this man is the definition of muscle. A few minutes later and he places the pancakes in front of me. I can't help the moan that escapes my lips as I eat them. It seems this man has many talents. Zane’s point of view. I stare at her as she eats the pancakes. She lets out a little moan as a drop of syrup drips from her lips. I feel my cock harden as I watch her eat Fuck I’m in so much trouble with this woman.

"Please, some real food? I don't want to eat your penis. That sounds awful painful for you." I keep my face straight as his falls and he realizes how not in the know about sex I am. Or at least how much I want him to think I'm not. "I want you to eat my cum, bitch, not the penis itself. It's like a straw, you suck on it enough and you'll get a salty treat." I swallow hard. "I'm pretty thirtsty, I don't think I need salty foods, or drinks right now, just something to keep me alive. You do want me alive, right?"

Attempting to regain composure, I took deep breaths, inhaling through my nose and exhaling through my mouth, trying to steady my racing heart. But as I drizzled maple syrup over my pancakes, I couldn't help but feel torn between my physical cravings and the gravity of our current situation. Chase's playful actions only added to the dilemma, and I couldn't deny the allure of both his intimate touch and the delicious chocolate-chip pancakes before me. The sight of the syrup cascading over the sweet confection was enough to tempt anyone's senses.

Daddy and his awesomeness replaced his pout with a satisfied grin knowing the little ones would devour it very soon. “ You're not taking pancakes?” Mom arched her eyebrows, sitting across me at the dining table. “ Nope” I popped the P and filled my mouth with delicious goodness. Worry etched her face for a sec, I smiled reassuringly. Yeah, so pancakes were my favorite things in the world. But...... I woke up feeling a bit queasy. I don't think I can manage to take them without regurgitating. There's no need for worry, pancakes can never go to waste in the house of the Kingstons. Little stomachs have to get filled up.

He could visualize Tess grinning ear to ear when she discovers her ‘new’ son also loved to indulge in her hobbies. Luuk reluctantly lifted his life and fork. He cut a small part of the pancake drowning in honey, bile threatened to spill out of his throat from how sugary it looked. A spoon of diabetes he thought. He brought the fork close to his lips and under Ruben’s pressuring gaze, he took a bite. Without chewing, the natural sweet taste of honey and artificial sweet taste of the sugar in the pancake invaded his taste buds. Sending an electrifying sensation up his brain.

“Tate and Miles told me they wouldn’t touch the pancakes because it will undo their progress at the gym.” “Well, they’re stupid beasts, so that doesn’t surprise me.” I grab a fork out of the drawer at my side and make a show of sinking it through four layers of carbs, fat, and sugar, my eyes on hers when I finally take a bite. Posey takes a breath and smiles at me but then gives me her back, resuming the arduous task of pouring batter.

I know she was trying to make me feel better but she just made things worst! I watch as she dives back into consuming the unconsumable. I look around and my eyes fall on Desmond where he is also ingesting this thing. He looks up and catches me starring but he resumes eating like he didn't notice my gaze. Am i really the only one who has a problem with this shit!?. My stomach rumbles at the thought of what I'd be eating currently if I was home. Hot pancakes and steaming chocolate. Not this nonsense!. I suddenly feels bony fingers on my shoulder and my heart rate spikes.

“He wouldn’t tell me what. Said it belongs to you.” Mia looks up from her homework. “Mama, what’s pancreatic?” “A kind of sick, baby. Eat your breakfast.” “Is somebody sick?” “Nobody you need to worry about.” She goes back to her worksheet. Mason is drawing a wolf in a jacket—a self-portrait, I suspect.

“I won’t work with anybody either. But I don’t want to feel like I’m there solely because of you.” “I hate to tell you this, but that’s how our industry works,” he says truthfully. He consumes a portion of his eggs, followed by a fork of pancake. I drink my milk while watching him eat. I’m still fascinated by his eating habits. “You mean to get in, you need someone to back you up?”

Oh Dio Taking my eyes off of him, I decided to eat the pancakes have a taste of his delicious cuisine. Taking a spoonful of chocolate soaked pancakes, I almost moan as the heavenly taste settled in my tastebuds, erupting in my mouth. It was heavenly, I am gobsmacked!