Peyton Coffee Booty Novels & Stories

Teddy POV Peyton had been tempting me since dinner, and it was becoming almost unbearable. Every slow bite of food, every teasing slide of her leg under the table, every sultry look she gave me had my cock half-hard the entire night. Now, seeing her completely drunk—flushed cheeks, glassy eyes, and that carefree smile—was driving me out of my fucking mind.

meh. But Peyton, she’s...I don't know…her body is just real, not telling you “I'm trying too hard to impress,” like Kira's. Peyton—petite, short, small boobs, and nice ass. I can see and remember how she loves wearing my hoodie, and it seems to swallow her whole, with the sleeves flapping past her hands as she reaches for a coffee mug. She looked so small, so protected. I start smiling, and then the smile fades as quickly as it came.

" I search his face to see if it is a joke but just gives me a continuous long stare. The tapping sound of a heel on a marble floor makes us break the stare session. Miss Bullocks makes a catwalk grand entry. She is a curvaceous attractive woman in her mid to late thirties, with long legs that can wrap a man twice. Her hips sway with ease as she turns to scribble today's date. When her butt jiggles too, there are beastly moans that escape the larger population of male that just come to check her out. "Cole's Cafe after class." Ryan whisper as the class starts.

And just like that, the fury corroding Levi’s insides came out in a puff of laughter. How could his baby be so cute?! Ah, ah! With such a cute and lovable baby by his side, he couldn’t even stay mad! Peyton, ‘What do you mean third-rate?!? (ꐦ °Д°) I even booked the room under someone else’s name and made sure to stand away from the reception to avoid being seen!! How was I supposed to know there were hidden cameras everywhere?!?’ (ﾉಥ益ಥ)ﾉ ┻━┻

I squirt some on myself, rubbing it over my throbbing member. The video still plays, but my eyes flutter shut when I stroke myself from base to tip. I wonder how Zeke would feel, is he bigger than me? Would he make noise? Would he be quiet? I pick up my pace, a heavy sigh coming from my lips. Fuck, would he be the bottom? I don't think I want to, not right away anyways. But would he? He'd be so- "Peyton?'' I suck in my bottom lip, hearing my mate's soft voice sends me over the edge. It plays with my fantasy, and biting hard enough blood floods my mouth. Cum squirts from my tip, coating my covered stomach.

Jax Kingston and Junior-Agent-Nobody-Who-Will-Never-Be-a-Real-Agent-Now Spar Outside Arena; Kingston Throws Perfectly Good Iced Coffee All Over Douchebag. I drag one chair out from the desk and sit down. She doesn't take the one next to me. Instead, she paces the small length of the room, her hips swaying, the hem of her pencil skirt brushing her thighs. I try not to watch. "Why, Jax?" She stops pacing and faces me. Her expression is cold, but there's heat underneath. "You're already in trouble with the team. A viral clip of you nailing a fan with a large iced coffee is not going to help anything."

she bites her lip as she grinds my cock while she unbuckles my belt and started kissing my chest the moment my shirt joins her clothes on the floor. "His moans make me want to fuck him harder, your soft little whimpers never fail to make me feel dominantly yours." Her hand trails down and started stroking my length. I couldn't take it any longer when stripped naked and reached out for my condom. Peyton was standing on the side of my bed when she sexily took off her bra and shimmied down from her nude panties until it reaches the floor. "And how do you feel when Kyle slapped my ass?" she asked as she positioned herself on all fours, presenting me with her ass and making me groan.

All I can think of as I stare at Aaron freaking Lee Altamira is "How on earth is it possible for someone to be gorgeous like that?" * "Who's that?" I ask pointing ahead to someone as I threw a handful of skittles into my mouth. "That's Crack head Cole, he smokes, does drug and sells around to any willing buyer," Peyton explained resting her head on my thigh.

"You're such a baby." "Whatevs. You like like him," Peyton sang back. "Quentin is this hot guy in her homeroom," she explained as she reached Kiersey and took over the pancakes in the pan. She picked the wooden spatula and flipped the first pancake to the other side, shaking the contents of a salt shaker over the bubbly top.

“Kenny’s sitting outside Starbucks. He’s in a red hoodie, over.” “Copy, over.” I guided my truck to the spaces across from the coffee store and parked far enough away that I’d be somewhat obscured. As I climbed out of the cab and locked the doors, my eyes caught a glimpse of someone very familiar. My heart stuttered momentarily as I closed my eyes and opened them again to make sure I was seeing what I thought I was seeing. Payton was walking out the south door, one hand holding a grande coffee, the other her cell phone and purse. Her long, straight hair was pulled into a ponytail and she wore jeans, knee-high boots and a tight, cream turtleneck sweater that did incredible things for her tits