Peter Parker Glasses Novels & Stories

He questioned. Was this guy shittin me right now? He had to be playing with me to ask me that kind of question. "I'm not supposed to answer your question now, I'm I?" "Just answer the fucking question, Gwen." I'd not have replied him, but the look he had told me not to tempt him at all, so I did. "I did not want to wear my glasses, so this is a prescribed contact." I said pointing at my eyes. "Get one that matches the color of your eyes." He commanded. And that did it.

His eyes were intense pools of murky blue, but his words so gentle. I grazed my fingers down his length. “I want.” This was Joel, not his brother. “Not yet,” he said as he shifted, dislodging my hand so he could straddle my hips while palming my breasts. He pressed my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Suddenly, from a small receptor in my brain, I realized my glasses were on. “My glasses,” I said as I reached up to remove them. “No.” He stopped me. “They magnify your eyes and I want you seeing everything I do to you.”

I asked him " I don't know, it's scary Noah, I see the eyes turned like they are not in control of their body." Peter seemed very afraid of this and it gave me concerns. Ok, you me, and a few others will go out of town now, You put me everywhere, I need eyes and hers on the ground. If this is a new drug I need to know ASAP. We did just that and went to town. I have never seen this thing that Peter speaks of but I have my suspicions.

85 meters in height, wearing a pair of sunglasses, with a sleek and stylish black hair, stood in front of her. In terms of facial features, he was definitely a handsome man. However, his aura gave people a feeling of being a scoundrel. One could even tell at a glance that he was a playboy. Who else could it be other than Peter Jackson? Peter elegantly took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of dark brown eyes that were a quarter of a mixed bloodline. His thin lips raised into a charming smile, and he asked: "Am I handsome again?" After not seeing him for half a year, he had not changed at all, and his words were still as blabbering as before.

"Baby..." "Okay! I'll stay here. Wait, what did you mean by having eyes on me?" Peter was looking to his ceiling, trying to find anything that would prove his words. But he was making Paolo chuckled saying that not in the traditional way. Peter raised his eyebrow, knowing his mob guy probably has guys stationed, watching his apartment complex and the thought of that relaxes his mind more than having watched from a CCTV. Paolo finally leaves him after another reassuring kiss which made him hard then Paolo smirked at him.

He explained and crouched so he could be at eye level with me where I sat. “ Whatever,” I sulked and he smiled. I glanced at him and he was wearing his glasses! The one with the Golden frame that he used to wear in high school. “ What’s wrong? You don’t like the glasses?” “ Umm, why are you suddenly wearing those?” I asked nervously and he sighed while admiring my painting. “ a lady told me my eyes were beautiful so I thought I should let my eyes rest a little from contacts. Apparently, she’s not impressed with my alternative.”

He looked tired and scared. Deputy Cole stood across from him. “Peter,” Cole said calmly, “this is your chance to help yourself. Tell us who contacted you.” Peter shook his head. “I don’t know their names,” he said. Cole frowned. “You worked with them for weeks. You expect me to believe you don’t know anything?” Peter swallowed hard. “They always called from different numbers,” he said. “They never showed their faces clearly. One man always wore a cap and dark glasses.” Cole leaned forward.

Amanda The look in his eyes as he sucks my fingers dry would have undone me if I didn't come in Mr Parkers office door already my juices trailing my thighs ,he kneels in front of me not taking his Eyes off me ,this powerful man bought to his knees by me has me hyperventilating ready for whatever that's coming next he puts my foot around his shoulder.

Her eyes were locked onto mine and her breathing became soft as my eyes narrowed and darkened, pulling her into my gaze. Her eyes began to darken too and soon, she was completely silent and mesmerized by my eyes on hers. “The doctors say that it’s fine for you to let me see her,” I said calmly. “In fact, they’ve been waiting for me to come, and they are pleased that I am here. My name is Dr. Joseph Evergreen and I’m the only one who can help Miss Parker.”

In the far corner sat our contact, a wiry man in his late fifties with sharp eyes that seemed to miss nothing. He looked up as we approached, his expression guarded. “You must be Lucas and Mandy,” he said, his voice low but steady. “And you’re Peter,” I replied, sliding into the booth across from him. Mandy sat beside me, her posture stiff. Peter’s gaze lingered on her. “You’ve got your father’s eyes.” Mandy flinched, but her voice was firm. “I’m not here to talk about him. I want to know about Horizon Enterprises. What they’re doing now and how we stop them.”