Josh Hutcherson Cock Novels & Stories

A short while later, a man in a doctor’s coat strode into the room, followed by a young boy in a red hoodie, sucking on a lollipop. Joshua furrowed his brows as he stared at the three people before him. “Who are you?” “Mr. Lynch.” The man smiled and sat down next to Joshua, placing his fingers against Joshua’s wrist to feel his pulse. “This is the private chalet belonging to Jim Landry, the master of the Landry family. I’m his friend and doctor, Christopher Roberts. “This is my daughter, June, and Master Landry’s son, Harvey.” With that, Harvey pursed his lips, took out a lollipop from his pocket, and removed its packaging, shoving it into Joshua's mouth. “Uncle Joshua, we’ve met before at t

“Where are you going?” “Shit,”Ethan curses under his breath. He takes a breath, composing himself, then turns around. “Duncan, I need to speak with James.” The man in the doorway is shorter than Ethan, and has blond hair scraped into a bun. He’s wearing a blue tartan kilt—so he’s not one of Ethan’s clan. He grins, then gestures behind him. “Come inside,” he says. Ethan pauses for a beat before he sighs. He heads back toward the door, his hand still clasped around mine.

Josh checked for a pulse and picked her up. Charlotte passed out from the shock of her revelation. Laying her down on the sofa in the living room, Josh phoned his boss, Ethan, to explain what had happened on his watch. Ethan had clearly been drinking and he could hear Daniel in the background. Josh told Ethan about the crash and the note, and failed to mentioned the fact Charlotte had regained some memories. Josh ended the call with his boss, raising Charlottes legs slightly and sliding underneath them; he sat and waited for her to wake up again.

Josh did not answer because he did not know what the call was about yet. “Stop stammering, Julian. Just be frank. Your hesitance is killing me.” Julian was the heir of the Buchams and had a god-like existence in Wiltspoon. There was almost nothing he could not do. His sudden stuttering truly startled Josh. “I’m embarrassed to talk about it, Josh. I don’t know where to start.” “What is there to be embarrassed about? We’re brothers. We can tell each other everything. Are you not able to get it up even with Quinn? Do you want to go to the doctor again?”

There was a pause, and then the sound of Joseph chuckling, though it was tinged with panic. “You think you can outsmart me?” he sneered. “You’re nothing without me. None of you are.” The plan had worked perfectly. By now, the rest of the pack had been quietly gathered outside the study, listening in horror to Joseph’s words through the bugged device. Jake opened the door, and the pack members filed in, their faces a mixture of shock and disgust. “You murdered your mate,” Jake said, his voice carrying the weight of his authority. “You manipulated your daughter and plotted to overthrow your Alpha. You’re done, Joseph.”

He realized it wasn't enough for him, either. Josh started to shift slightly, to lay his big sister down gently on the ground. But that was far too slow for big sis. Eve spun around his torso and wrapped her legs around his waist, hugging on like a koala on a tree. Then the lithe brunette reached down, grabbed her brother's cock, and stuffed it into her dripping cunt.

Then, unexpectedly, he smirked, a cold and confident expression that quickly shifted to a frown. “Firstly, as I earlier said, welcome back, Uncle,” Joshua began, his voice steady but carrying an edge of defiance. “And secondly, I know you saw me grow as a child, but I want to put it to you that I am not a boy. I am a man now, the legitimate CEO of the Hensaw Group of Companies. And lastly, about my marriage and my beloved wife…” Joshua trailed off, his voice softening slightly as he turned and walked toward me.

I met her gaze with a small smile, “No, it’s okay, really! I’m just glad to be here.” She returned my smile, and a figure next to us shifted. Josh. Unlike Ace and Jaxon who had both not bothered to acknowledge my existence, Josh waved. His brown wavy hair falling over his face. He looked no more than twelve. “Excuse my brothers, they are just not really good with strangers.” He shrugged, “I’m Josh by the way. Nice to meet you.” I did a little bow, “Sophie, thank you for the warm welcome, Josh.”

"You're only here because you want to watch me break." "Look at me," he commanded softly, stepping close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from him. He reached out, his fingers gently catching my chin, forcing my gaze up to meet his. His eyes weren't filled with the pity I expected, nor the smug satisfaction I had feared. "Your dad is a coward, Myra. Mother is selfish, and your ex-husband chose what he did so what?," Josh whispered, his thumb brushing a stray tear from my cheek. "But don't you dare say you have absolutely no one. I am standing right here. And I'm not going anywhere.”

They were engrossed in viewing, they didn’t take time to explore their own environment. The sound of footsteps brought them out of their little trance in a flash. A man wearing a black T-shirt and a pair of grey trousers showed up. He had dark blue eyes and short light brown hair. His hair was in a pompadour style. The hairstyle was unfamiliar. “I’m Josh, Leila sent me to you. You must be the Prestorian Crew, right?” The way he talked was strange. What is Am? They all thought. “Y-yes, we are the Prestoria crew.”