Pepperoni Nipple Novels & Stories

"Is this meat from a cow or a goblin?" "It's pepperoni," Modern Vespera sighed from the head of the table. "It's processed mystery meat. Just eat it, Your Majesty." Vesper Thorne (The Trophy) was blotting the grease off his slice with a napkin. "Carbs," he muttered mournfully. "My abs are going to file a grievance. But God, it smells good." "Just eat it, Pretty Boy," Cyberpunk Vespera said, her mouth full. Her cybernetic eye was projecting a holographic menu above her plate. "My sensors indicate high dopamine release. It's worth the calorie count."

Just enough. “Well, in that case,” he said, pulling his phone out of his jacket pocket, “what’s your go-to? Pepperoni? Pineapple? Or are you one of those chaos agents who orders anchovies?” “I’m a classic girl,” I said. “Extra cheese, garlic crust. pepperoni. Also, pineapple on a pizza is a discusting crime.” He gasped, hand to his chest in mock betrayal. “You wound me.” “I haven’t even started yet,” I said, leaning back and crossing my legs, letting the edge of my smirk linger. “But if you’re putting fruit on bread and calling it dinner, you deserve what’s coming.” He chuckled again, head shaking as he tapped at his phone.

With excited shivers coursing down his spine, Nathan reached for a slice of pizza and brought it to his mouth, careful not to drop it from how Valentino had suddenly taken a nipple between his fingers. If anyone had told him that one day Valentino would be a sucker for his nipples, he'd have laid good money that it was impossible. The sound of the TV morphed into inchorent chatters as he bit into the pizza and chewed. Suddenly, he'd lost his sense of taste. It was as though his mind could only focus on whatever mischief Valentino's hand was up to beneath his shirt. Or maybe it was the cheap wine getting to him. It didn't take long for Nathan to lose it completely. A quivering breath escaped

"Let me have it my way first." He reached out and gently pulled down the strap of her top, then tugged the fabric lower until one breast spilled free. She gasped, her nipple hardening instantly in the cool air. Michele mirrored the motion on her other side, freeing her other breast. Her full breasts were now completely exposed, her nipples tight and aching. Due to the top pulled low, her boobs popped out, looking exactly like offerings. They both cut a large piece of their cakes. Adriano smeared the salted caramel across one nipple and her whole breast with deliberate slowness, coating the stiff peak entirely. Michele did the same with the raspberry frosting on her other breast, his fingers

“Spoon armor?” “Yeah! Papi said it’s like a Spartan shield. Then we put it on Pepper’s head and she walked around! And Mama Mozzarella got mad because she wasn’t invited to the war!” “Well, Mozzarella’s always been picky about her missions,” Erick said dryly, moving a Lego block with monk-level patience.

I smile at the girl, and give her a tip I know she would appreciate. “You do know that you guys sound like you are a member of some weird cult right? Foaming in the mouth the second someone says anything bad about pepperoni.” His horrified eyes follow my movements as I set the pizza boxes down next to the buttery popcorn, he continues to follow my movements when I get drinks from the fridge. “I don’t understand, have you always… hated pepperoni?” Again, I roll my eyes. I should have made some excuse about it when I ordered something else for myself like I usually did.

Intent on giving me a boob drop to remember, she got a big grin and jerked them over her head, letting her tits pop out and fall. She definitely knows where her strengths lie...her breasts are perfect...firm, full and breathtakingly perfect. Her nipples stand proud of the puffy areola, and I felt the warm, flesh filling my hand. I ran my fingers over the nipples, savoring the exquisite erections, before stretching my lips to get as much as I could. My former girlfriend, Julie, had puffy nips...my first experience with puffies. You see them on the internet, but when you encounter them, for real, they are fucking amazing!

He reached over and picked a pepperoni off if the pizza and place it on his own chest. “Oops.” He said. He looked at me, daring me to do something. I took the pepperoni and ate it. He looked at me still, challenging me. I leaned in and licked the sauce from his perfect chest. “Good boy, Lucas.” He whispered. He pushed me back and took another pepperoni, placing it on my chest. He bent over and took it between his teeth. He chewed and swallowed and licked the sauce from my chest. I moaned involuntarily. There was no hiding my hard-on now. I was painfully erect.

I moan before I can stop myself. “Jar,” I whimper, “I don’t think I can take it again. My ass needs a break.” “Then fuck me,” he groans, his mouth finding my nipple and sucking hard. That is my weakness. Jared figured it out fast—and he hasn’t stopped exploiting it. Biting, flicking, pinching, sucking—doesn’t matter. Anything nipple-related turns me into a horny mess. And yeah, it’s working. Again. I suck in a breath. “I’ve never topped before,” I admit, heat blooming in my cheeks. “What if it’s not good?”

Within a few minutes, grace came. “Good night mama and papa” Jessica kissed our cheek before going to grace. “Good night, baby,” We said, and she went with grace. “Let me show where are your nipples,” daddy said once our baby went down with grace. “You are not going,” I said, but he was busy removing my top. “What is this…” He asked, looking at my nipple hidden under the nipple silicone pad. “It's a nipple silicone pad” I giggled. “What all this you wear princess,” He said, peeling the pad from my nipples. The pad was stuck around my nipple skin.