Peter Max Blushing Beauty Novels & Stories

He blushed, recalling what he had done. "Will you mind sharing with me what’s going on in your pretty skull, honey?" "You know you're blushing." Hashmuk said, and then he turned him with one swap so that he would sleep on his stomach. "Bend over." He demanded. Although Pat didn’t want to and was shy, he found himself doing what he was asked to. He trembled as he felt Peter's hot breath on his lower back. He could feel him kissing him and planting wet kisses all over his body. A gasp left his mouth when he grabbed his already throbbing member and rubbed it while spanking his ass.

Here him talk about my make up,I realize there's need to retouch some part of my face most especially my lips since he have made the very best of it by sucking out everything on my lips With his help, I was able to settle in a seat while the make up artist opened her box again bring out her stuff with the help of those lady who had come to also help her. She made sure to finish up before ten minutes which was past tge time that Maxwell had given her but then who can we blame for the mess if not him? Obviously he wouldn't be able to make a noise where he was seated. " She looks so beautiful than I thought you would make her."Maxwell commented making me blush again. " Sge has a fair, soft and

"I have an entrance portfolio due for the Makeup Academy next month, and since your ridiculous contract says I’m not allowed to leave this tower without a security detail, I brought my side hustle into the communal space. Deal with it." Peter closed the distance between us, his tall, imposing frame completely blocking out the morning sunlight as he loomed over the other side of the marble counter. The rich, clean scent of him—expensive spicy wood and crisp leather—rushed into my senses, making my pulse do a stupid, erratic flip that I thoroughly hated.

Max laughed like a criminal. I looked at the photo. Issa was painfully beautiful, round cheeks, bright hazel eyes, her hair half neat, her little mouth already prepared to scold the world. Behind her, Max looked like a handsome goblin with blue eyes and the smile of a little boy who would sell state secrets for a cupcake. Damn it. They really were beautiful. I saved the photo.

combination ever. “Such pure bliss... “Damn I've got sprinkles everywhere”I mustered lazily at Max as stare at him with a look of evident desire on my face. “Naughty girl, I think I know how to fix that”Max says grinning devilishly.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ CARTER'S POV The church door opened as the music started. I looked at the entrance and was amazed by what I saw. Her makeup looked flawless and elegant accentuating her beauty. Her eyes are lined with black eyeliners and her long lashes kiss each other as she blinked them. Her lips are painted with soft pink gloss, adding a touch of feminity to her look. The subtle highlight in her cheekbones made her face glow under the rays of the sun.

Peter's voice oozed a teasing charm, every syllable seemingly meant to enthral. Kiera watched as Iris's cheeks flushed a radiant pink. To an outsider, it might have seemed like just another blush, but to Kiera, it signified so much more. The magnetism between Iris and Peter was undeniable. Through Iris's eyes, Peter was the epitome of allure. His jet-black hair, often falling into his deep blue eyes, gave him an air of mystery. The confident curl of his lips, the chiselled line of his jaw – it was as though he'd walked straight out of her dreams.

I uttered. She made a sad face and pouted her lips, "Oh, I thought it's you." She opened her make up kit and hand me the blush-on the moment she take it out. "Here," "Thank you so much, Lisa." I run towards Patty who was currently eating her porridge slowly. "I wanna eat that steak." "You can't. Here, let me put this on you." "What's that?" "A blush-on. Let's put some on the right side so that they won't notice you got some toothache." I put a some enough amount of blush-on on her right cheek until the color fit equally to the left one.

I stuttered a reply. "Wow! You look very beautiful in person, way more beautiful than you look in your pictures. You even have a nice lip colour," he said, giving me a weird compliment and he winked, making my panic button go off immediately. His weird compliment had triggered an old memory that can only spell trouble for me.

The pale-skinned lady had her black hair curled in beach waves, her makeup looking overly pronounced, highlighting her amber eyes. Her cream blazer dress sat pretty on her hourglass figure, augmenting her tall frame. "Hi, Maxine," I flashed a faux smile at her once I got to her. Gah! Cramps are awful! "Hey, Ash! How are you? You look so good today!" There was something about Maxine, that no matter how she tries to hide it. It was still there. Written all over her. It radiated off her in fucking waves! Pretense.