Pac-man X Pinky Novels & Stories

Well, aside from the obvious fact that Pinky is the second most powerful Alpha female after Alpha Lucia, and that she's beautiful like the constellation in the dark night sky. All men would kneel on the ground to have her hand. I turned my head to Manuel. And I believe he'd be the one to lead those men. "Pinky of District I—I cannot believe I am speaking to you right now. You've done amazingly well in the past matches. I can't even count the amount of knock downs you've done using my fingers. I don't even think my toes can help!" she flattered the woman. Pinky chuckled softly. She doesn't have the face of the woman who made fifteen men beg on their knees to be spared.

Keya P.O.V I’m carrying Qwan and holding Tez’s hand as we made our way to the long ass line at the entrance of the Park. Manny is carrying Grammy which is so sweet of him. But I notice how he turns a little red. Is he blushing? OMG! What is she saying to him? Grammy is a stone-cold freak and a huge flirt. Hell she ain’t got 8 kids for nothing! I know she’s flirting with him, lmao! I mindlink him, ‘Papi is My Grammy flirting with you?’ I'm trying so hard not to laugh. But it's getting hard with his face growing so red! I burst into a fit of giggles not being to hold it in any longer.

"🎶E i E i O yeah 🎶 🎶An old macdonald had a farm🎶 🎶E i E i O🎶 🎶And in his farm he had some pig🎶 🎶E-i-E-i-o🎶 🎶With an oink,oink here and an oink, oink there🎶 🎶Here an oink, there an oink, everywhere an oink, oink------" "ENOUGH!!!" I almost jumped out of my own seat nang biglaan na lamang nitong isigaw 'yon sabay bagsak ng kamay nito sa mesa. Freaking the hell out of me. Oh no. He's mad. "I-I thought you wanted me to sing, Mr. Xandro? Hindi mo ba nagustuhan ang kanta ko? Should I sing a love song then? Or a rap perhaps?"

Lydia looked up, professional smile firmly in place. “Good morning. Do you have an appointment?” Pinky laughed, making a sharp, dismissive sound. “Appointment? No. Just tell him Pinky is here. He will understand.” Lydia’s fingers paused briefly over the keyboard. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but without an appointment, I can’t let you in.” Pinky’s smile slipped. “Did you not hear me?” she asked slowly. “I said tell him it’s Pinky.” “I did hear you,” Lydia replied calmly. “But company policy requires—”

“Go clean yourself. Undress in there. I’ll have something decent brought for you.” Before I could respond, he snapped his fingers. The door swung open, and one of the bouncers stepped in carrying a box. He placed it on the table and stepped back. I glanced at it, then opened it. Pink. Soft. Delicate. Laughably wrong. I stared at it without expression. Marcus watched my face closely. “You don’t like it,” he said, not asking. I looked up. “Is that a question or an observation?” His smile vanished.

“It’s not like you’re really touching me, right? It’s just through my panties.” His gaze flares hotter. “That’s right, my lady.” He roughly palms my pussy, pressing his fingers to my ass where the plug is and making me jump. “I’m not really touching you at all.” He pulses his hand, and I have to fight back a moan. “In fact…” Paxton reaches up and idly knocks the deck of cards onto the floor at my feet. “Well, fuck. Better pick these up.”

He sets a brutal, relentless pace, thrusting deep and hard as he bangs into me, the wet, heavy slap of skin filling the entire room. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, driving me completely out of my mind. He pins my waist down to the mattress, thrusting faster, grinding deeper until I’m shamelessly screaming his name into the dark. Then, the brutal pace slows. “Turn around,” he commands. I roll over lazily, completely pliable in his hands. He grabs me by the waist, lifts my hips, and shoves his dick back into me from behind. “Fuck,” I gasp.

He unzipped his own pants, freeing his heavy, aching length, and guided my hips down. But just as I was about to sink onto him, just as the blinding, white-hot pleasure was about to completely consume me, the encrypted phone in my jacket pocket suddenly vibrated violently against my thigh. Jaxson froze, his chest heaving, his forehead resting against mine as he fought through the haze of lust. He reached into my pocket, pulling out the device. The screen was glowing brightly in the dark backseat, illuminating our flushed, desperate faces. Dex had finished the decryption. The ledger was open.

“I do not want to get married to him, but I also do not believe you, an outsider, could do anything to stop it. Thank you for the thoughtfulness.” Calian shrugged and turned away as he began to exit the lake the way he came in. “Seeing is believing, I get it. As a prepayment, I’ll take something of yours.” “Something of mine?” He reached the shore and pulled his shirt back on. “Yes, something of yours.” Peeking over at me, a sly smile formed on his face as he bent over my clothes and retrieved my panties again. “I’ll take this.” “Wait!” I shouted.

I bet you look good in it, too. The bass from the party downstairs thumps through the mattress, a slow, steady beat that matches the pulse in my cock. I lie there, alone in the dark, waiting for the next buzz and it comes too quickly. Barnabythebear: Tomorrow at the rink by 8 PM. Come if you want *wink emoji*