Peni Parker Feet Novels & Stories

They had to put some distance between themselves and their pursuers. “That was genius!” Parker praised his sister. “They won’t walk for a week!” “Tha’s the idea!” Paisley preened under his approval, tossing a nervous glance over her shoulder to make sure he was right. All four wolves were hopping on one foot, holding the afflicted limb in their hands and crying out in torment. As she watched, the tallest man managed to land his intact foot on another upturned nail, which sent him flying. Too afraid to put pressure on his already impaled toes and heels, he landed on his tailbone – hard. A new level of anguished crying burst from his lips as his backside was also punctured by the many nails, a

Silence. Then—footsteps. The door creaked open, and I felt the air get sucked right out of my lungs. Because standing there, in nothing but a fucking towel, hair damp like he just stepped out of the shower, was Andrew Parker. My entire body locked up. My brain completely stalled. No. No fucking way. I blinked. Once. Twice. But he was still there. Anonymous69—the guy I had been thirsting over, fantasizing about, worshiping online—was the pretty boy. The same smug bastard who had embarrassed me in front of my friends. The same asshole that looked down on me.

I will freshen up later and I will let her in. I walked to the kitchen to start some breakfast. I can use the bathroom soon. Parker walks in. He looks rough as well. “Bad night?” I asked him. “Yeah, I kept dreaming about a girl standing by a signpost. I just couldn’t shake it.” He says while yawning. “Was she at least pretty?” I ask him, “Gorgeous, long brown hair and wearing a blue dress.” I laugh. “Maybe it’s a sign that she is your mate and waiting for you wherever the signpost is directing you to?” “Nah, I have never heard of Mountain Creek Pack, but I would happily take her as my mate. She was stunning.” He says while wiggling his eyebrows. “Kids.” is all I can say.

Gent My hand raised to those behind me as a lanky figure detached itself from the looming industrial buildings flanking the road that surrounded the gates of the Black Aces compound. Parker was hunkered down, with something clutched in his arms. My heart stuttered to a stop as he looked up at me with wide, terrified eyes. Stepping away from the body at my feet, I rushed over to him. “Parker.” I reached for the baby in his arms, and he shied away like I was a threat. I let my hand fall to my side as Ruin came up. His face troubled.

“Mr. Parker. This is Ms. Neriah Russell, one of the contestants for the upcoming reality show.” He looked past the receptionist and landed his eyes on me. He looked like he was in his late thirties, maybe early forties. His hair is brown with whites at the temples. He has a neat and tidy beard with a dusting of white hair peeking through. He has lines at the corners of his eyes and light green eyes. He looks professional but serious. “You may leave now, Ina,” he said, dismissing Ms. Snooty. When she left, I extended my hand. “Mr. Parker, it’s nice to meet you.”

I fell hard into a pile of sharp gravel. The impact lacerated my palm, blood oozing from my bone-baring cut. I fixed my gaze on Jack Campton, yet all I saw in his eyes was annoyance. "Oh, no, Willow! You're bleeding! You're not going to get tetanus or something, are you?" Dakota Sweeney covered her mouth in exaggerated shock, but her eyes gleamed with poorly hidden delight. "What a pity. I just used the alcohol pads to wipe the mud off my shoes."

Parker gives detention to anyone who gets to class after him. We sprint down the halls and take the stairs three at a time to reach our class. West opens the door while I rest my hands on my knees in exhaustion. “He isn’t even here yet.” I sigh as we walk over to the only free seats in the class. As I manoeuvre my way through the occupied desks, Brian kicks his leg out just as I’m about to pass him but I’m quicker than he thinks. I skip over his foot with my right leg and step on it with my left heel. West and I high five after seeing Brian clutch his foot as we get to our seats. My choice of boots over sneakers this morning wasn’t a waste.

Parker's pov I walked past the hall when I saw the big scene, that girl diamond stoop down unveiled naked. I was so startled and infuriated at the same time in a state of noob. How could she allow them do that to her? I didn't know how I had walked up to her, I strip off my outta jacket - white and I clashed it on her from behind making her flinch including everyone around. "OMG this is unbelievable, you this skank how did you do it?"

"Such an actual sadistic b —." "I wouldn't complete that sentence if I were you, Sherlock." His head snapped back and his feet on their own accord marched to her, his words coming out in an angry growl. "Where the fuck have you been ?" Alex Parker stood at the door to the roof, one of her extremely big shirts on and cargo pants, except the difference now was, her shirt wasn't buttoned so he could see the tattoo in between her collarbones, the black bra that brought her breasts out and the bikini she was wearing peeked out of her pants.

The thick vibrator was clearly visible, buried between my slick, creamy folds, its faint outline pressing against my inner walls as it buzzed away mercilessly. I spread my legs wider on the chair, knees falling open like a cheap whore, and took more pictures , closeups of my messy cunt, the way my ruined thong was stuck to my holes, the shiny strings of my arousal dripping down to my asshole. I knew he would see exactly how desperate I was for him. Mr. Parker had long since broken any habit I had of wearing proper underwear. He loved tearing them off me, ripping the delicate fabric to shreds with his teeth or bare hands because he wanted me bare, vulnerable, and ready for him at all times. T