Peter Pan Erotica Novels & Stories

My breasts pressed into the metal as he yanked my jeans and panties down in one rough motion, exposing my ass and soaked pussy to the cool night air. He grabbed both my wrists, pinned them together behind my back so tight they ached, and I heard the click of handcuffs locking around them. The cold metal against my skin sent another shiver through me. He grabbed his wet, thick cock and smacked it heavily against my dripping pussy lips. The wet slap made me whimper. My pussy fluttered hungrily, clenching around nothing. “What a sweet looking pussy you got,” He murmured, voice thick with lust. Then he leaned in and licked a stripe up my earlobe. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll forget you

The cozy togetherness alongwith the good food, great romantic music, wine and chocolates led the two from one stage to another quickly and they soon found themselves kissing fervently and fumbling with buttons in sheer passion. Peter tore off her lacy red bra revealing her 38C breasts, one of which he cupped with his hand, twirling it around , while his tongue claimed the other as he flicked his tongue on her nipple before sucking it, making her groan in pleasure. His hard erection was grinding near her stomach. Peter deftly lifted her and carried her to bed. Removing her clothes, he first slid two fingers inside her already wet pussy and licked the juices winking at her.

He murmured as he positioned himself between my legs, forcing my thighs apart with his knees and leaning above me so near, that his putrid breath was close enough to me that I wanted to gag. His fingers found the little sensitive mound that drew such sparks of pleasure when Ryan lapped at it greedily, but the way my traitorous body made me react when Peter poked and prodded at it without an ounce of finesse made my stomach turn in shame. The half sob, half moan that fell from between my lips pleased him greatly as a wide smirk spread across his face. “There’s a good little whore, enjoy the pleasure I give you because no one else will ever get the chance again.” He sneered down at me, before

"I did embarrass you, but it wasn't entirely my fault. I didn't mean to humiliate you, and I've already apologized. I don't think I deserve this." Peter raised an eyebrow. "I'll make you beg me to touch you!" His lips curled into a smile, sending shivers down Tania's spine. "No, that's impossible!" However, Peter pressed down on her, his fingers exploring her body. Tania bit her lower lip to keep from making a sound. She struggled, but Peter showed no signs of stopping. By the end, Tania was drenched in sweat, her body trembling. She still bit her lip, muttering, "Peter, you bastard! You scoundrel! You shameless—"

Peter's hard on became even harder. He was confused, impressed, pleased, hungry for her and still scared, so many emotions to feel all at once. Hera looked at him again, after bringing her head back to the front. "We shouldn't be doing this." Peter spoke, his whole body vibrating from the effect of multiple emotions. Hera flashed him a reassuring smile as she leaned into him, cupping both his cheeks with both her hands. "The forbidden fruit is always the sweetest, forbidden passions burn the fiercest. It is also why Lancelot cannot keep his eyes off the human woman."

Peter whimpered in excitement as the smacks were making him leaked pre-cum. "I'm sorry, Paolo!" Peter moaned louder and curled his toes from the sheer blow. "Very good, you like this?" He caressed his ass lovingly then smack them again. "Ommmph...I'm sorry...Paolo." Peter's hand gripped the sheets tighter. Peter was high on anticipation, he was waiting for Paolo to fuck him but he kept on smacking his ass. "Your ass looks so pink, baby." He could feel Paolo's lips on his back and shuddered when he licked his spine. Peter was squirming again, he was rock hard waiting to be fuck. But since his last stunt, he was too embarrassed to ask him for it.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your… to this beauty?” Peter saunters up to Fernanda, flashing his trademark charm. “Hello there,” he says in that smooth, flirtatious tone he uses on everyone. “And who might this lovely lady be? I think we’ve met before, right?” He reaches out to shake her hand, but instead of a normal greeting, he lifts her hand to his lips, kissing it. For God’s sake. Peter may like to act like a flirt, but I know better. He’s harmless. He’s never cheated on his wife, not once, but he has a way of sending the wrong signals to women with all his flattery.

I wanted more. “What would you do,” he whispered, “if I took you right here, right now, against this window? Make you beg me to let you cum?” My stomach tightened. Fear, anger and desire coursing through me. I should have pushed him away and told him to get off me, but I didn't. I instead arched into him. “I'd like to see you try, Mr. Parker,”

He stood between her thighs, his eyes locked on hers, a mix of hunger and dominance in his gaze. With a swift, aggressive movement, he positioned himself at her entrance, his lengthy dick pressing against her wetness. "Please, Daddy," Bianca moaned, her voice a breathy whisper. "Fuck me and tpear my pussy apart." Dr. Kendrick didn't hesitate, he entered her, filling her wet pussy completely. Bianca screamed, her back arching off the table as he hit that spot deep inside her that made her see stars. "Oh god, yes! Please, ohhh my pussy tear it Daddy, don't have mercy on me!"