Peni Parker Novels & Stories

Parker. “Are you hurting her?" He asked dangerously. Mr. Parker's eyes narrowed and snapped. “What are you doing here boy?! YOU INSOLENT BASTARD!" Sandra though sighed, unaffected and softly she said. “I'm a little late for my yoga appointment. So men, if you'll excuse me, I will leave you to your troubles and you can settle this in your own barbaric ways. Just please, tone it down... my daughter is having her nappy.”

“Nope. You guys can go. Thanks.” She reached for her plate and put a few items on it as Parker followed suit. “So, tell me why you married Mina, Park. Why did you think that was the right answer?” He shrugged, licking sour cream off his finger. “She was beautiful and young and she was into me.” “She was a stripper. They’re paid to be into everyone.” He laughed and stabbed a piece of chicken with his fork, lifting it to his lips. “You’d make a great stripper, you know.”

“Do you have a F******k account as well?” I took a peek up at him through my lashes, letting out a relieved breath when he shook his head. He might have come here of his own account, but that didn't invalidate him as our boss. Ivy was being too forward, I felt embarrassed for her sake. Parker stood up now. “Sorry guys,” we all looked up at him. “I have to go. I have an important appointment to keep up to.” He shook my hand and I flushed. He looked so much like Liam Hemsworth. “Congratulations once again, Elaine on your first week at work. We look forward to many years with you.”

Definitely not a Dani kind of girl. Ryker walks into the room wearing flannel pants and no shirt. He comes to a halt when he sees me and rakes a hand through his golden-blond hair. “Damn. Any clue how many captions I could put on this image—” “Trust me, she can caption them herself,” replies Penelope as she follows him into the room and swats him on the ass. With her copper hair up in a messy knot and her red glasses perched on her nose, she looks slightly mussed and happy in her pjs. I’m not surprised considering the number of times I heard her calling out his name last night. I’m thrilled they’re in love and all that jazz, but dang, enough with the awesome sex already. I make a mental note

"Jake!" Emily's tone hardened. She reached out, wanting to grab me. I moved away quickly, as if I was afraid of catching some disease. Emily's expression darkened. Just then, Lucas stepped closer. He smiled with Adam in his hands and said, "Em, Adam hasn't stopped talking about you these past two days. He said his mommy hasn't come to see him in two days. Hold him. Why don't we go to the amusement park?" But Emily did not even glance at him as she stared stubbornly at me. "Jake, let's talk. Do you know how serious divorce is? Do you want Leonardo to grow up in a single-parent family? He'll feel self-confidence issues later."

I close my eyes, inhale a shaky breath, and force the mortifying words past my lips, "Your... your shaft is–” "Louder, sweetheart. Top of your lungs, remember?" Squeezing my lids shut, I swallow my remaining pride and scream, "TREY PARKER’S SHAFT IS THE ULTIMATE, DIVINE CONQUEROR OF MY BODY AND MY SOUL!” The words ring loudly through the small space, and before the sound even fully dies down, a horrified gasp echoes from outside the stall, followed immediately by the hurried squeak of sneakers retreating down the hallway at full speed.

“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.

Parker is a special commando guy, a man who is a master of sneaking into forbidden, dangerous places without being detected. He kisses my neck, hands roaming for a moment before he realizes I’m naked beneath my blanket. I had masturbated with Mr. Pink before I drifted to sleep.

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

I take note of many familiar faces. Mostly people I want to avoid or influential people. Aunty made it a necessity for me to know the big names and the current happenings so I wouldn’t be out of touch here. Her tutoring comes in handy when Phineas Parker sits next to me. He is the second son of Alpha Devon Parker, Current leader of the Parker Pack. His Father is on the list of top 20 most influential Alpha’s in the Therian Country. My Father is somewhere at the bottom of the top 40. “Crazy, right?” He says. Orange eyes scanning the entire room. His voice is firm and deep.