Pedro Pascal Sexuality Novels & Stories

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.

He was at ease for a moment and when hee caught me looking at HIm, it was enough to jump to a conclusion. And he left it open, but I took my eyes off him to look around the room. Pascal was a sweet and extraordinary guy, he had this outstanding slim but athletic body which made him awesome. He had the most beautiful dimples I've ever seen when he smiled from his heart. He was just as young as I was, and had only his work to take care of. Pascal had been hitting on me, making advances, and I was always giving him red lights whenever he tried.

My body responded uncontrollably as I pictured his face, hungry and soft, staring at me as he thrusted his big hard dick deep inside my already socking pussy. “I miss you, Marco,” I moaned, my finger moving faster like the way he would thrust his dick fast inside my pink pussy. The pleasure spread inside me, hot as I curled my legs, gripping my skirt. “ Ahhh… Marco…” My body shook, my lips spilling his name again, softer this time wishing he could just claim me as I laid here. I was slowly reaching my climax as I cried out softly, “Ahh… yess…” My body trembled and relaxed as the journal lay open beside me, Rafael’s name, those initials “G.M.”, staring back at me even as I released my cum.

After all, Lazaro's gaze on her made her stomach lurch, more than when Jackson looked at her. And Jackson might be a dominatrix, but he wasn't sexually promiscuous, and even though he made her life hell, he didn't do it in front of everyone. Lazaro, on the other hand, was notoriously desirous, and everyone knew about his stories in the high society circle. He was a sexual player, and had the most diverse fetishes in bed, and they were very strange. And all the women who slept with him had to go to hospital the next day because they were so badly hurt.

penis between the toilet lid and the bowl and then banging it over and over." Godric raised an eyebrow. He didn't know whether this conversation, especially this comparison, was appropriate for this situation. Why did Louis keep upsetting him with his manner ?! He used the distraction and began to let his tongue wander lightly over Godric's auricle, while the massaging hand continued to do its dirty business and was probably successful with it. The excitement of the inexperienced person literally pressed against the inside of the hand and seemed to beg for further attention. The owner just didn't seem to understand this yet. Even when his whole body was calling for salvation. His nipples ha

The feeling of his hot seed pouring into me almost sets off another orgasm but I can’t quite reach it. Normally, I would get mad considering he doesn’t have a condom, but I can’t seem to find it in my head to care just now. I watch him reach his climax, almost mesmerized as his eyes flash red. What could that even possibly be? I can’t think of any logical reason but logic escapes me right now. Placing another soft kiss on my lips, Pedro pulls out of me. Rolling to the side so he can lay beside me, he strokes my cheek and smiles seductively.

He called out loudly. Pedro's head snapped around, and he grinned when he saw Antonio. His eyes shifted to Isabella and darkened. He didn't stop thrusting into the woman until he felt his climax. He looked away finally, throwing his head back as he cummed. The woman beneath him trembled from her orgasm, then collapsed on the bed. Pedro withdrew his cock and peeled off the condom, tossing it to the floor. He got off the bed, totally naked, and finally grabbed a robe and covered his body.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.