Peter Pan Hot Novels & Stories

"Just... the chair is a bit uncomfortable." Mateo’s hand didn't move. It stayed there, large and hot, his fingers beginning a slow, agonizing crawl up her inner thigh. Ariana’s breath caught in her throat. She tried to shift away, but the booth was narrow, and Mateo’s grip was absolute. He didn't just touch her; he claimed her, his hand moving higher, his thumb tracing the seam of her silk shorts under her skirt. "You should try the tartare, Ariana," Mateo said, his voice smooth and professional, even as his fingers reached the sensitive, damp heat between her legs. "It’s a specialty of the house. Very raw. Very primal."

"Okay done. I'll send you her location in ten mins." Peter set his phone in the next seat. He excitedly hooted and smiled. "Looks like I haven't lost the bet. I can still have that hot Housekeeper if I hurry and find her before her alpha lover." Before it was ten minutes, his phone buzzed. "Yes, Marco?" "We found her location, Peter." Marco's words sounded magical to Peter. His eyes gleamed with need and his still hard shaft twitched in his pants. "Where is she?" He desperately asked.

"This is why you always lose, no imagination at all. Our father gave you everything because he knows what an idiot you are and you won't survive our world." "You can't be mad I'm SIMPLY the favorite son!" Peter was well aware of how it irritates me. "One of these days, maybe sooner, I will succeed against you and be the next brutal king!" Peter smiles as he begins to spout more nonsense. "How about a trade! You give me that pussy over there and you can have any country under me." Peter's voice didn't slur as he says this, for I know he's now starting to want Baby as he kept on eyeing her. Baby's body language were giving off too much information. Everyone is hungry for some meat in this room

Mrs Benson asked, now standing at an akimbo angle. "Yeah" Peter responded and I looked at him. Was he gonna spell out the whole truth?? "Like I said it's obvious that there's something you are hiding..; come on don't tell me you are about to cry.. because of a girl? a maid?" Mrs Benson said. Peter wiped his eyes and sniffed. "I'm addicted to Bella, don't you get it mommy? And I just told you stuffs that she helps me out with, no one else can replace her" Peter summoned up the courage to say those words.

Peter: gone have fun He helped me settle in, I was embarrassed Me: why did you do that Peter: because I wanted to see you again Malèna He has one of his ways of pronouncing my first name, slowly he accentuates the è it's strange Peter: And since you told me you didn't like going out . Me: it was a polite way to say no to you Peter: ah .. Me: but we're here, tell me a bit about yourself .. Peter: what do you want to know Me: Do you like being a gangster ?! He laughed Peter: you are not afraid of anything Me: why should I ?! Peter: I'm not a gangster, I'm a business man Me: what are you doing ?! Peter: I have nightclubs and a restaurant Me: what restaurant ?!

Amara whispered excitedly then asked him the inevitable. Peter lowered down his head, feeling embarrassed about the situation. He should be more professional, he was there for his boss, not for leisure, and obviously not for doing it with the hot guard. "Boss! could you? I'm not...shit, okay...I was doing it with the hot bodyguard." "Oh.My.God. Peter! that's a lot of hickeys! What are you guys thirteen?" she asked while smiling wildly at him. Then she called out the waiter and ordered them both some tropical cocktails.

I'm Kaitlyn Sawyer and I'm still having the heebie jeebies for goth girl over there. "I'll rather have her here than some other people." "Call names and we are gonna have a friendly talk Greyman." "Let's all calm down. Hello, gentle soul, what's your name?" The fatso was next. "I'm Pe...Peter Pound." He stammered out and fingered the hem of his shirt. "The fuck you are." Grey shouted. "You don't look anything like Peter Pan." Brandon said. "It's not Peter Pan you fucking Bozo. "

Watching Peter, Franco kissed him. “We’re a mess. She’s a hard nut to crack, and I made a mistake. But it wasn’t anything we can’t fix.” “Peter’s a mess already. I’m sorry, hon.” Peter’s pants were open now, and he rubbed himself. “She’s got a magnificent temper. All I wanted to do was take her and please her until she was no longer angry.” His eyes were closed and his face grimaced in tortured need as he breathed in her scent. “I’ll help you with that. See Benedict, you need to fix this so we can bring her into the pack fully.” Franco knelt before Peter and moved Peter’s hands from his lap.

He might have checked my name tag for my first name but our last names is not on the name tag. "But the Alpha is so fucking hot! Oh my goodness! He's sizzling hot. Did you see his jawline?! Raya , you know jawlines is my weakness! My knees almost buckled. And his fucking voice , it's so deep and --" I cut him short , "Peter! Can you calm down?! " I said while chuckling.

I wanted it badly…no, needed it badly. Want is a HUGE understatement. Daniel pulled his fingers out, unzipped his pants, and took out his pretty long,tick,edible cock. It was long, veiny, and rock hard. He rubbed the fat head up and down my slippery slit, teasing my clit until I was whimpering. “Please…” I begged quietly. He gripped my hips and pushed inside me slowly. Inch by thick inch. My mouth fell open as he stretched me open. The burn felt so good. It was that feeling of pleasurable pain.