Pico X Boyfriend Fanart Novels & Stories

James continued that way, suckling one, then the other, each man fondling himself when not occupying James’ mouth. Xavier fucked James with vigor. He gripped my hips with his large hands as he did, pulling me close to his body. When I leaned into him, Xavier’s sweat coated my back. In a low voice, he spoke directly over my ear. “You see your boyfriend there taking all this dick? He loves it. He loves sucking cock, taking it up the ass.” Xavier pounded my boyfriend more to demonstrate as James moaned around Jackson’s dick.

Jim: "Mom, I AM more man than that wimp you call a husband, aren't I?" Sue: [Taking hold of his gigantic organ and his swollen testes, squeezing one and hefting the other to gauge its pendulous weight.] "Sweetheart, you are MUCH more man than that sissy. Your ten inch babymaker is so huge, so strong, and so virile. It's at least three times the length and volume of that spineless husband of mine. I am your slave; I will do anything for you. I must have you...I need that cock inside of me, touching me where your father never did, never could."

“Miss Chen, the announcement is locked in. Contracts are waiting at the house. Smile for the crowd. This is blowing up online.” “Blowing up my life, you mean,” I fired back. “For what? Your ratings?” Nate’s hand brushed my waist as he turned us toward the cameras. His fingers spread warm through my shirt. “Mine’s blowing up too. Yelling only makes the clips worse. Breathe with me.” “Breathe with you?” I faced him, our bodies too close in the crush. His eyes held mine, dark and intense. “You’re my brother’s best friend and suddenly my fake boyfriend? This is insane.”

"You feel so good. Don't leave me... even though I'm a monster, please don't leave me. I'll be good... I'll be a good boyfriend." "I won't leave you." Slowly, Isis’ eyes started dropping close, and she just let him have his rest. After a while, Xanthe sighed as she stared at her boyfriend's face. Who in the world are you really, Count Isis Nikolas Lancaster?

"Ahh, babe!" "Are you done, babe?" I asked, linking my arm with Damien's. His 6'5" frame towered over me, making me feel small—like a damn chick beside him. I fucking hated it. My heart hammered fast and hard. "Can you please act like my boyfriend for just five minutes?" I whispered, eyes pleading. If he didn't help, those creeps wouldn't stop—and I might do something stupid. "Boyfriend, huh?" Damien asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

Dove gasped in surprise. She did not believe that Clara would find Marble here. Clara continued to stare at the boy beside the table. She wished to know all the information about this person. She must get her Marble back. Suddenly, Clara turned to continue eating hotpot, not daring to look at the table anymore. She did not expect that the person sitting with that guy was Chris - her ex-boyfriend from high school.

she replied. "Are you serious?" Amber asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, Sally and my boyfriend are best friends, " she responded. "OK, that's cool. I didn't know you had a boyfriend. You were always talking about being single and focusing on your goals type of person, " Amber stated. "Yeah, my boyfriend is the owner of Garcia Artistic Empire. He is the founder and CEO of the company, " she explained. "Wow, that's awesome. He must be treating you good." Amber said with a huge smile.

Sunny sat in angrily and snatched it away. Xante frowned. "What are you doing?" "I don't like it when you smoke!" Sunny said with a sullen face. Xante ignored him and took out a new cigarette from the cigarette box. Sunny snatched that away too. "Girls shouldn't smoke!" Xante became a little impatient. "You can't control me." Sunny said seriously, "Who else is going to control you if I don't? I'm your boyfriend!" "Don't flatter yourself," Xante smirked. "I simply didn't reject you. I never agreed to you being my boyfriend."

I gently wiped the tears away from his face. "I'm not scared because of you, it's all me, I promise. I still love you, Connor, I really do. I just don't love being a 'girlfriend'." Connor sighed, "Prove it, then." I questioned him, "That I don't like being a girlfriend?" Connor chuckled, shaking his head, "No, that you still love me."

" I wanna be your boyfriend for longer than you imagine, being your boyfriend for a day is just torture." " Do you mean that?" " Certainly, I'm hoping for the rest of our lives - three years for dating and then we get married and have cute little me and you's everywhere!" He said and I laughed as I pulled him for an embrace. " I love you Victorya and yes, I wanna be your boyfriend for LONGER than you can imagine." " And if Imagine four hundred years?" " You got it, babe," he said before he lifted me and wrapped my legs around his waist as he pulled me in for a maddening make-out session.