Peni Parker Feet Novels & Stories

He was so damned tired and horny and messed up that he couldn’t think straight. “Are you going to come in, or are you just going to stand there all night?” Parker’s eyes popped open to see her standing there. She was wearing loose, stretchy pants and an oversized t-shirt. She had bare feet and pink painted toenails. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a mass of blonde strands and her eyes were narrowed at him. “You’re avoiding me,” she stated, crossing her arms and tapping her foot. “No,” he said with a sigh, straightening up.

I scrunched my face up in confusion and look at Nadine and Denver before getting up and walking to the door. I open it and Parker stands on my porch. "Hey." He says with his hands in his suit pants pockets. He is sporting what I think is a tailor-made grey, Armani suit with shiny black shoes. He looks like a God, towering over me in all his 6'6 glory. Flashes of last night pop up in my mind. The beautiful brunette sitting in his lap, kissing him. I feel myself heat up with anger. "What are you doing here?" I ask rudely.

“Enjoy the show, firecracker. This is what a real man looks like.” Parker’s voice cut through the dim storage room like a challenge as Joanne pushed the door open, looking for her best friend Lila after last period. She froze in the doorway. Lila was bent over a stack of old gym mats, skirt bunched around her waist, and panties dangling from one ankle. Parker stood behind her, pants shoved down just enough, thrusting into her with deep, powerful strokes. His hand was fisted in Lila’s hair, pulling her head back while the other gripped her hip hard enough to leave marks.

I want to win this war which he started. "I'm sorry Mr. Parker, you can't do anything about it. You can't break my concentration." I said in mere whisper and I can see him pouting a little bit through my peripheral vision as he leaned back against the seat. But why do I feel like he's smirking too. I shook my head from left to right and started noting the points of the meeting. Suddenly I felt a cold muscular hand being placed on my exposed thigh. I halted my actions and my grip around the pen got tighter. Damn this skirt. Why do girls have skirts but not boys? God is really heartless and this Aiden Parker Is shameless!

“I guess my age concern is invalid.” “The work concern isn’t, though.” Parker moved from the opening of the closet, pulling his stained T-shirt off and putting on another one very similar to the first. His stomach was smooth and thin like a swimmer, his skin pale and yet attractive. He winked at her after he pulled his shirt down. “Like the show?” “Always. Nothing like watching a sexy man who feels like a brother to you dress himself.” “Pervert. I feel molested.” Parker walked toward her as she turned and jogged to the front door, Parker picking up speed to catch up.

I opened my eyes, a smile blooming across my face — and at the edge of the clearing, ten feet behind Nate, stood Parker. My heart went crazy, fluttering like a trapped hummingbird, and my smile froze in a rictus. Parker was grinning, his teeth bared and elongated, his claws out. And he ran straight for us. I didn’t have a choice; I broke the connection to Nate and leapt to my feet, lashing out with a burst of power that nearly drained my reserves, but that should have taken Parker down and left him writhing and foaming at the mouth.

He hasn't changed at all but definitely he is more handsome now, with his good built hiding from his coat and his height , 6 foot to be exact along with those kissable lips and pointy nose, his gray ash hair were quite messy and ooohh his chinkie emerald pair of eyes. He's one of the reason I decide to be on the field for CIA, to forget him as I realized that taming a puppy is easy than taming a grown up Lion. " you might want to close your mouth eventhough your wearing a mask Zaira Kaimana Yale " Parker whispered teasingly . I know my brother isn't that showy but believe me Kai, he really likes you "

He chuckles behind me and undoes my shorts, the material falls to the ground leaving me in nothing but the lace thong I had worn tonight, for him. Damiens jaw clenches as he takes me in. “The shirt” he tells Parker. Parker makes a hm sound and I feel his fingers dip underneath my belly button and towards my underwear. “Looks like our princess is soaked” he pushes the material aside and runs a finger down my clit. I let out a moan at the friction, tilting my hips to get more of it. He withdraws his hands and I almost cry out in agony. Instead he puts two fingers against my lips.

I barked. “Look who’s here for sex again. Waylen Fucking Parker.” Wiggling out of her shorts, she flashed me a bitter smile. “How are we doing it this time? On the bed? Or do we need to hop into your car and go somewhere else? Somewhere I can’t scream for help?” Her panties came off next. And her scent hit me harder.

Tatiana asked Jolene. "They would, at least for me, 'cause I still visit them. They'll take you back," Jolene replied. Tatiana approached a doorstep and knocked on the door lightly. When she got no response, she knocked again. "I'm coming, I'm trying to dress my ass up," a voice sounded from inside. The voice belonged to Parker, a Black gay man. When the door opened, his eyes widened at the sight of Tatiana. He blinked several times just to make sure she was the one.