Passion Patties Novels & Stories

He groans, his eyes darkening at the sound of his name. "I intend to do that." I say, stepping back and hissing at the loss of his fingers on my aching bud. He reaches back for me but I hold a hand slowly in the air, telling him to be patient. I slowly pull up my skirt, remove my heels and pull down my panties, my eyes on him all through the act. "You horrible tease," he growls, clenching his hands at his sides to keep himself from reaching out for me. I love his passion. "I tease only you." I confess, meaning it.

“Who needs you to hang around me?” “As I was saying you just continue being you, he’ll change one day, my son isn’t a bad guy, he’s just angry I arranged his marriage without informing him” Florence said, placing a hand on Angela’s shoulder. “Really?” Angela asked. “Of course, follow me, I’ll show you everything about his growing up” Florence took Angela by the arm and went up the stairs. She took her to a room that had a lot of young boy stuffs in it, the painting on the wall was blue, the bedsheets were also blue, the rug, everything was blue. Florence took out a magazine and sat on the bed with Angela and began telling her more about Trenton. Angela heard from Florence that Trenton was a

“Oh, come on, Mang Pedring! Look at me—I look gorgeous! So feminine! And you still call me Pating? I told you, I am Patty!” Patty huffed dramatically, then suddenly beamed when Carl stepped out of the car. “Ayy! You didn’t tell me the future prince of Barrio Sais was with you! Hi, Papa Carl…” Patty flirted shamelessly, even flicking back his nonexistent long hair. Izzy couldn’t help but laugh loudly when she saw the look Carl gave her. He looked like he was begging for help, especially when Patty suddenly wrapped his arms around Carl’s waist. “Help…”

Good for a vacation but nothing more. Miss Patty laughed. “Well, darlin’, if Colton’s the one showin’ you around, I’d say you’re in good hands.” I glanced at him, only to find him already watching me, that damn smirk playing at the corners of his lips. I ignored the way my stomach did a little flip and focused on the menu instead. “I’ll have the brisket,” Colton said when Miss Patty pulled out her notepad. “Extra sauce.” “Good choice. And for you, sweetheart?”

LYRA I watched Cassien crawl over to my side. His eyes hooded with lust and desire. His lips slightly parted with his tongue peeking out lightly. “Open up for me” His voice came out low and hoarse. I found myself nodding, my legs moving apart on their own accord. He planted himself between me, throwing my legs over his shoulders. I gulp down nothing as he leaned closer, his nose brushing past my clit. Heat pooled between my legs as his hot breath teased my clit.

Shivaay gulped hard and after maintaining his cool he asked in meek voice. Annika what are you doing ? It's hurting baby. But she didn't stop. He again said... You are beating your pati parmeshwar ( Husband) baby. It's a Non voilence and I can file a case against you. Plz stop. Ok baba Sorry I am sorry Annika. He said keep on running here and there for saving himself from his jungli billy ( wild cat )

A live pasta station stood near the wine bar, where chefs in white toques crafted custom dishes for guests on demand. For drinks, a long mirrored bar was stocked with vintage wines, top-shelf whiskey, and signature cocktails named after the couple—The Sasha (a blend of elderflower liqueur, gin, and white cranberry) and The Mason (bourbon, smoked cherry, and citrus bitters). Silver trays moved through the crowd offering champagne from rare vintages, each flute garnished with a twist of candied orange peel or a floating edible flower. Julia grabbed another drink from one of the waiter’s carrying the silver tray. It was her fourth drink this evening. I arched a questioning brow at her, “are you

The suddenness of his voice makes me jerk in a bit startle and I push myself off the kitchen wall and slowly approach him and he turns to me. “Hi,” I shyly tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Hi,” he says back with a smile, then passes me to the kitchen aisle where different types of Ingredients are laid. “What are you making?” I stand beside him as he takes a place of one pound large bowl of shrimp, peeled and deveined. “Shrimp and vegetable skewers with peanut sauce. The kids are coming over,” The kids, he meant Zach, Dean, Henry and Scar, they are barely the age of 20—I’ve met them a few times but he hasn't told me who they were to him. I assumed they were his niece and nephews, judgin

Cassie teased. “Nope. I'm not sharing those addictive inches.” Laughing, Cassie gave us our glasses filled with wine. “Thanks, Cass. Now, have you thought of a name for the restaurant?” Eleanor asked, getting comfy between the throw pillows. “No… it's harder than I expected.” “We'll brainstorm over pasta” Cass replied. “Tell me you grilled chicken, you know I'm a sucker for your chicken” Eleanor begged giving Cassie puppy eyes. “Food lover” Frankie teased.

After a few minutes of pleasuring her, she gently pulled me up by my hair. "My turn," she whispered sensually as she licked my ear. She stood up, her hands finding my arousal, and her actions coaxed a soft moan from me. Leaning down, she took it into her mouth, expertly sucking and igniting a fiery passion within me. I felt like I was on the brink of an explosion as her mouth moved skillfully up and down my shaft.