Peter Pan Erotica Novels & Stories

he breathed, touching the delicate fabric. She could see the desire in his eyes as he took in the sight before him. "You like?" she asked teasingly, running her fingers along the edge of the bra. Peter smiled, unable to tear his gaze away from her. "I more than like," he replied huskily. "Now, you will say," Sonia teased, "show me your panties." Peter chuckled, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. "You know me too well," he said with a grin. "Take your skirt off now and show me."

“When my cock is inside you, you call me Derick.” He yanked the top of my uniform down, exposing my breasts. A low growl escaped him as he palmed them roughly, thumbs flicking over my hard nipples. I arched into his touch, whimpering. He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his hot mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive peak. Pleasure shot straight to my clit. His hand pushed my skirt up to my waist. He hooked his fingers into my soaked panties and tore them down my legs, stuffing the ruined fabric into his pocket like a trophy.

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

She suddenly removes the cock from her mouth, as she tells me, “Fuck me, Peter.” “Oh, honey!” Parker pulls out from inside Emma, and I roughly turn her around, exposing her ass to the air. I stare at that magnificent view of her pink, wet pussy, as Emma moves her ass seductively, inviting me to fuck her. “Oh, baby. I didn’t know you could do that!” Parker tells her, just as horny as me. I smile and spank her hard, leaving my hand marked on her skin. She moans and without expecting it, she yells at me, “more!”

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

Like he was afraid that I might slip away from his hold. "I want to fuck you on the balcony." Peter put his hand on my waist again. He closes the door after giving a thank you to the man. He hugged me on my back, pressing his lower body on my butt. "Feel my hard dick, my lady. Feel how he wants you to take him into your hot mouth, my lady." He easily slid his hand on my folds, making me gasp in surprise when I felt the coldness of his hand. "Fuck! You are wet again."

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

His tongue, eager for more, drove slowly into her, searching for the font of her desire. “Peter, if you don’t get on with this. I won’t be responsible if I take matters into my own hands.” “Alright, love. But what’s the magic words?” “Please fuck me now!” “That’s so much better.” He rolled her onto her side and took her leg over his arm. “I want you to watch this and know who’s fucking you this time.” Then Peter lined his shaft up to her core and gently, slowly, eased himself into her. Ebony’s eyes widened as she felt and watched the slow progress Peter made in her. The erotic image matching the feeling of opening and stretching had her panting needed more. She could see her desire coating h

“Disappointed by what exactly?” He chuckled, swirling the drink in his glass. “I thought today I might finally see the face behind those beautiful, piercing eyes of yours.” His gaze lingered on my mask. “I guess your boy didn’t pass the message correctly.” I let out a low, dangerous laugh. “Oh, little Derek… don’t run faster than your shadow.” He spread his arms theatrically. “What can I say? I’m Peter Pan.” The arrogance in his voice was thick enough to choke on. I made a small gesture with my fingers. Eric immediately stepped forward and placed a thick folder in my hand. I tossed it onto the table and slid it across to Derek with two fingers.