Peter Pan Hot Novels & Stories

My eyes darted to Zoey just in time to see her slip a tiny remote from the strap of her thong and press it, her gaze never leaving mine. “Ready for Sasha Fierce?” She teased, the corner of her lips curving into that smirk that made my cock throb hungrily inside my pants. I let out a short breath, unable to look away. I leaned backwards, my back to the bed’s headboard. “Show me what Sasha Fierce has got.” Her grin deepened, a spark flashing in her eyes as she circled the pole. Her fingers glided along the metal slowly, her hips rolling in time with the beat. Slowly, smooth, controlled, and absolutely wicked.

That someone is my college professor but she doesn't need to know that. "Well, I want details. Is he sexy?" Fuck it's Evelyn's interrogation. "Evie, I am not in the mood for twenty questions. I will say he is hot as fuck but is totally out of my league." She looks deeper into my eyes like they will give me away. My eyes can't talk back Evie Squire even if you want them to. "Well if he is out of your league, it's time for a makeover. You really need to toss all your overalls away and start looking like a woman. I'm talking new hairstyle and loads of skin-tight dresses."

He lifted his face up and gave her a charming smile. "That sounds good ...I like it. Be my Hot Princess." The husky voice whispered, pulled her body against his and started kissing her hard, hot, and hungry. The two bodies helped to increase the temperature, turning the ice into the hot steam under the moonlight and stars.

"Oh! The cleverness of me!" Amorivia exclaimed, giggling as she stands up on her bed. And then jumps to another bed which was Harriett, her twin sister. "Stop it! Amor! Stop jumping on my bed!" Harriett yelled. "Get my shadow, Harriett! I shall stick it with soap!" Harriett rolled her eyes and closed her book. "You know, I hate to break it to you but Peter Pan doesn't exist!"

Peter was always good with me and recently started to flirt with me. He and my best friend Katia are twins. They have the same characteristics, same blond hair and ocean blue eyes, both of them are tall but Peter is taller and more muscular. Peter, Fabien and Antony are the most good-looking guys at our school, girls go crazy for them. Fabien and Antony whore around all the time but Peter isn’t a player like them.

I cry out and he looks at me sadly. "I'm sorry but there is nothing you can do; it's inflicted by his wolf and there is nothing your witch can do," he said as he looked at me sadly. "You will have to fight through it." "Shit," he mumbles, making me growl as I feel like thousands of red ants have been released on me. "Char, your going into heat," he mumbles, making me gasp. I let out a scream as I felt my skin on fire. "You need to get in a tub with cold water," Peter says as he runs to the bathroom.

Ron laughed, “Peter is so hopeless. Take my cock out, babygirl.” “Yes, thank you, Papi.” Her eager fingers worked quickly now.

I assured him. " When that day comes, let me know," he ordered as I reached for my cup of frappuccino. " Don't worry," I scoffed and finished my drink, leaving only the whipped cream at the bottom of the cup, "I'll help you find someone to take my place. But I'm warning you, I'm your only hot assistant, Peter. The next one will be a sixty year old woman. Or a guy.” Pyotr smiled, no, he laughed at my statement.

“I seriously don’t know what do.” “I suppose they are getting worried. You are twenty-seven. Not getting any younger, bro,” Peter said, heading to the refrigerator in the kitchen. He opened the door and rooted around among the various brands, searching for a bottle of Heineken. “Want one?” he asked over his shoulder. “Yeah, sure,” Jay replied distractedly. Peter took out two and tossed one to Jay. Six bottles of Heineken, two packs of Blue Bird chips, and four packets of Giant Cookies later, they were still contemplating the dilemma at hand.

"I'm breaking you." His fingers found the edge of her lace panties, hooking into the fabric and tugging them aside with a sharp, decisive movement. When his fingers made contact with her slick, swollen heat, Sloane let out a choked sound, half-sob and half-moan, her head falling back against his chest. He was relentless, his fingers diving deep inside her, stretching her, mimicking the aggressive rhythm of their first encounter.