Pickpocket Hug Novels & Stories

Using his teeth, he opens the packet, pulls out the condom and then slides it on, mumbling about how uncomfortable and what stupid things they were. Once it is on, he then looks down at me. He doesn’t say anything, but I don’t miss the flicker of his eyes as Hugo steps up next to him. He then places his hands on my thighs and slowly slides them up, taking my skirt with them. He doesn’t stop at my hips; he keeps going, pushing it all the way up my body until he pushes it over my head and up my arms.

Phone, cash, longer pants that hang off my waist like they belong to someone else. It doesn’t matter. I just need to be gone. Even if it was for a few minutes. Away from Paxon, away from Reid Maddox—my stomach dips as I think—maybe even back to Ragriz. Back to Valen. God, Valen. I actually think about it, showing up and watching his face when he sees me again. What would he even say? Probably nothing. Probably just stare with that same quiet disgust that makes you feel small without him saying a word. I pull the pants on anyway, drag the sweater sleeves down to hide how badly my hands are shaking, and unlock my phone.

"I can testify to that. Okay, I touched, hands not lips, he said that somebody had to. I had to see. It was still beautiful, to cry for. But no thrills. We both agreed that once was enough, we had better memories." She shook her head and shivered at a memory, then went on. "The big secret in her panties is an experimental naughty don't-tell-anybody not-FDA-approved pussy to go with the other fun parts. It seems they sewed his sack into a hot-dog shaped pocket, then put that pocket inside his body between some muscles. There is a faceable slit with a tight entrance - plastic implant - between his cock and his ass. His 'taint' ain't there. The balls were relocated inside. They did a very attra

He knelt between my legs, eyes drinking in the wreck he’d made of me. “Perfect,” he murmured, almost tender. From the black bag he pulled a second toy—long, thick, ridged silicone that made my stomach drop. The vibrator still buzzed mercilessly inside my pussy; there was no room for more. But he pushed anyway, forcing the head alongside.

The world shrank until it was just him and me, locked in an absurd tableau: the seasoned pickpocket caught by her towering mark. "Can I have my hand and my wallet back now, little one?" He husked next, his voice softening just a fraction. The low tone vibrated in the air between us, making me swallow hard, a dry, nervous gulp, as his unwavering eyes pinned me down on the spot. I could run, perhaps, if I dropped the wallet and bit his hand, but the thought felt exhausting and pointless under his gaze. The truth was stark and undeniable.

Usually, I'd want to crack the signal, clone the remote with my phone, and take the control back. But standing here watching him pocket the plastic device, I don't want to hack it. I want him to keep it. He can turn it on whenever he wants. The implication hits me so hard my knees actually go a little weak. "Okay," I mutter, rubbing the back of my neck. "Okay, fine." I’m sure we’re done when Kir drops to his haunches in front of the display case to look at a tray lined with cock rings. He ignores the adjustable leather ones. He picks up a solid band of matte black silicone. It’s easily an inch thick.

His prominent nose scratching the nautical tattoo on her neck repeatedly and when she couldn't take it anymore, she pushed him off her with a small huff. " Stop acting like we're close and don't hug me like that again." She frowned but before she could blink, she found herself dragged into his embrace again, this time, her face was snuggled up on his broad chest and she could perceive his soothing, manly smell. After a while, he withdrew from the hug and she hissed when she saw her phone with him. He must have removed it from her trouser pocket when they hugged. " This king picks pocket?" She scoffed.

"Is this it?" Charlie whispered, looking serious as a duck. "Yup." Beth hands him a paper bag with "POLLY THE TAILOR" written on it, "They've added the pushup bra with silicon in it." "Good." He nodded. "Oh, and Polly wanted you to have this too." She handed him a pink pouch that has a ribbon as the lock. He shook the pink-clothed pouch and he grinned "Perfect." I raised an eyebrow, "What's inside that bag?"

Just outside of Mr. Hill’s luxurious penthouse, Mr. Hill and Lizzie stood staring at each other and saying nothing but smiling at each other. In gratitude Lizzie surprised Mr. Hill and held up her pair of dirty panties and Mr. Hill blushed heavily. She held the panties up to Mr. Hill’s nose. "It's not that bad" she said. "Can I smell it again?" Mr. Hill asked. "I want to." Mr. Hill added as he reached out and grabbed her, pulled her to him and pressed his face into the wet fabric.