Pedro Pascal Sexuality Novels & Stories

His square jaw was tight, green eyes burning as they raked over my naked body. “Who the fuck are you?” I demanded, heart slamming. He dropped onto my bed like he belonged there. “Pedro Kun. I do business with Clinton.” A cruel smirk tugged at his lips. “And today, I’m here to fuck you, slut.” My blood ran cold. “Don Clinton is the only one who touches me. Ever.” Pedro’s eyes darkened with amusement. He stood slowly, unbuckling his belt. “Not anymore.” An enormous cock sprang free — thick, veined, nearly eleven inches of hard, flushed meat. I swallowed hard, unable to look away.

They stayed in silence for a while, before Pascal finally rounded on Leo with the anger he had been holding back all along. “This is all your fucking fault!” Leo was taken aback by the unexpected hostility. “What? No…” “Yes.” Pascal replied aggressively, pointing a finger at him like a threatening blade. “This is all because you were stupid enough to sell her out” Leo looked as if he was about to cry. “I didn't have any other choice, Damn it!”

I replied as my eyes automatically went to look at our neighbors house, hoping that the tree between our houses would have grown and somehow blocked my view of his room, but I couldn't be more wrong, as not only could I still see the balcony and window of Pascal's room, but it was also opened, indicating that he hadn't gone to school today. “You didn't have to open the window,” I said as I got up in an attempt to close it, but he was back in front of me, “there’s work to do and fun to have, my wife,” he said and made me sit in the bed “At least draw the curtains then.” “You said you'll listen to anything I ask for, so why don't you spread those pretty legs for me, O want to be able to see ev

." I touched his face. "Like another cage door opening. Does it bother you?" "Bother me?" He laughed darkly. "Princess, it turns me on beyond measure. Watching you discover your sexuality, watching you embrace every part of yourself—that's fucking beautiful." He kissed me deeply. "Elena's joining us again tonight. And this time, I want to watch you truly be with her. Not just her touching you while I fuck you. I want to see you explore this new part of yourself." Heat flooded through me. "What do you mean?" "You'll see." His smile was wicked. "But first, I need to know—do you want this? Really want it? Not just because it pleases me, but because you're genuinely curious about being with a wo

he asked. Pascal confirmed with a nod before teleporting to the campus. Marcus was filled with anger and couldn't believe what he had just witnessed. "Pascal is an indifferent and sophisticated womanizer. I always believed that powerful men fall to their knees for women, and Pascal has proven me right," he cursed. Frustrated, Marcus looked around the room, but he knew he couldn't release his anger there. He snapped his fingers and vanished from the living room.

The sex was wild, in the middle of the herbs, the aphrodisiacs, the system of provocations, all the time, saying how much they wanted with the causes and their provocations. The intensity of desires, in the model of beautiful women and beautiful men indulging in passion the moments of pleasure, without caring what might happen afterwards. During the week in the middle of the sex parties, when they came to see the priestess at full throttle. Without stopping, when the priestess had Margot and Thibault spoke and even arranged to meet for the next sex cycle that week. All this was happening in the meantime, the people and the demons, with expectations high, in which the owner of Fiery which was

I sucked on my continuously not sure where the courage came from but the feel of his soft flesh. "Mmm that's it"I took him in such that I couldn't breathe anymore such that hot liquid started leaking from my eyes. One thing Pedro wanted was to convince himself that the little girl did nothing to him. He knew he was a man who controlled his sexual urges and didn't let women get the best of him.

Chapter 222: The Wedding **Christiana’s POV** Pascal had always been the kind of man who carried charm like a second skin, smooth in his words, confident in his touch. But for once, when he came to me that evening before his departure, his aura was stripped of arrogance. He looked… tired. “I saw you both,” he confessed, standing just a few feet away, his eyes heavy but steady on mine. I frowned. “Saw us?” His jaw tightened. “That night. The red room. BDSM”

I didn't want him to end this hot day so quickly, no matter how many times I climaxed. We continue to pursue his satisfaction by giving me a delicious taste, just like what I felt during a one-night stand. My head feels very dizzy, I feel the cold floor with my hands but feel the warmth and scent of someone's body, which makes me very calm. I rest my head on his chest, hugging his waist tightly. I realized my still naked self was in the lap of a teenage boy in trousers and the warm embrace of someone who was my enemy who just had hot sex with me during the day and in the student toilet!!

Back and forth, back and forth, his tongue flicks and swirls and teases that small bundle of nerves that makes my toes curl and my hips grind against his face. And then one of his hands leaves my waist, and I think he’s going to move on to something else?— I cry out again. He’s filling me with his fingers—first one, then two—and instantly searches for the spot deep inside me that no one, especially not Conrad, ever tried to hit. “Sing for me, moya plamya.” Pasha breathes over my pussy. He presses, his fingers curl, and I feel the sudden surge of pleasure when he finds that sweet spot inside me.