Peter Pan Hot Novels & Stories

Célia His lips on my skin are a devouring and gentle fire. When he kisses the inside of my knees, a flash of pleasure so sharp, so unexpected, pierces through me. A moan escapes my throat. His hands, wide and warm, travel up my thighs, pushing aside the panels of my slip. The cool air of the room on my bare skin makes me shiver, but the heat of his mouth, his hands, is far more intense.

Peter stopped and turned to face me. “Listen, Abigail. I just don’t have time for all this, I’m sure you can find something better to do. Or you can satisfy yourself the way all those girls do.” Peter said with a wave of his hand. He obviously didn’t know anything about how girls satisfied themselves. He was rich so he didn’t bother about satisfying anyone other than himself. Peter was about to keep on talking when his phone rang. He had left his phone on the bed close to me so I got a clear view of who the phone call was from. It was a contact saved as ‘Hotlegs’ with three heart emojis.

Pasha chirped in, still not looking up from her book. "I'll answer your question, Lani." Pania answered beside Zenni. "It's Scott," She said. "Pania wipe your mouth, Scott? Sounds like a humourless joke! Scott is gay!" Pasha dropped her handout. "Twin, gays have the biggest meats and handsomeness," pania laughed. "And how would you fuckin know that? Like..." Beatrice shrugged. "Homegirl, I'm a footballer, and Scott's the football Captain. I've visited their bathroom a lotta times, and I see sizes, but none can beat Scott's." Pania laughed again.

She sure was strong. “Why is your face so red?” Morgan asked Peter. Peter realized he must have been blushing thinking of the adventures between the boss and the madam. “Nothing; I think the kitchen was too hot just now, so it got to me,” Peter said flusteredly. Morgan paid him no attention and looked at the petite woman in his arms.

My face scrunched up in confusion and I started to read the messages one by one. Chole: We are getting together for drinks. Everyone's up for it? Leonard: Of course, this is our last chance to party before the matches. Oliver: It's not like you are not going to break the rules anyways. Leonard: Shut up, you join me yourself. Panther: Guys!!! Just one word from him was enough to make them silent. Panther: Alora, will you join us? My heart picked up the pace when I read his message. There was nothing wrong with what he said, just asking me out for drinks, however, for some reasons, just hearing his name is more than enough to give me butterflies.

“Professional till I book us a hotel after your release so we can discuss our plan.” “Not a hotel.” “Not my house too. I stay with my mum. I bet you don’t have a place to stay. At least not anymore. So a hotel will suffice.” “Hope you not getting any other ideas in your head.” Peter kept mute – simply staring at Lumi which made her uncomfortable. Through her discomfort, she noticed how incredibly handsome and breathtaking he was. He had sparkling brown eyes and well-curved lips that wore on a natural pink colour. His chest was delightful to touch and she wanted to place her hands there rather than on the table.

he asks in a low growl. "Michela Cruz." He makes no response and glares quietly, leaning on his elbows. His knitted eyebrows and broad, bulky shoulders only accentuate his already predatory air. I had known these very eyes when they were a lanky 15-year-old's, though, they now belong to a dangerously gorgeous panther of a man. So unless they are jetting out flaming bullets, I will still comfortably return the stare. It is a full minute, I'm sure, before he finally leans back in his seat and speaks.

A playful smirk started playing on Peter's lips. "Come on, I am starving, kiddo," he said, grinning mischievously he whirled me around and hooked his elbow with mine before walking into the villa. "From when did you start calling her kiddo?" A very pissed-off Aldrich asked. "Have you put something on gas?" Peter asked me, ignoring Aldrich's question completely "I can smell something burning," he said. Uppss! "Nothing is burning. Tell me from when did you start calling her kiddo"

He just smiled and ordered the food for us. We were eating when Peter said," I'm bored, I want to do something more exciting." " Like what?" " Pranking, Malik?" " Uhh, Man, let's not get ourselves in trouble." " Come on Luca, please." He looked at me with his puppy eyes. How could Marco resist those? " But Pete, I don't want my ass on the line of fire again, Pete-" " Pleaaseeeee Luke." He said again " Fine, tell me what you want to do?"

On the laptop Christian was still pounding Anastasia into the mattress, her cries matching the wet squelch of my own fingers A sharp ping cut through the moment. I groaned in frustration, pulling my soaked fingers free and grabbing my phone. Zane’s name lit up the screen. I tapped the message and a photo filled it...his hard cock, flushed and veined, the pink head glistening with a fat bead of precum that trailed down the shaft. My pussy clenched hard at the sight. Below the image his text read: “He misses his hot, sexy girl" I typed back with one hand while the other slipped back into my panties, two fingers pushing straight into my soaked pussy.