Romans & histoires Pirate Pick Up Lines

"It's just me, the kids, Sofia on video. You don't have to wead a suit, matter of fact you don't need to dress up at all. There won't be any guns and I don't care if the world burns down today. There will be cake, balloons and the kids, and us. Maya choose the theme and it's pirates. Please, baby? That got him. I saw his flat lips soften first, and then he shook his head. “His lips softened. He shook his head. "Pirates." I kissed him once, soft and quick. "Yes. Pirates. And you can be the grumpy captain. I already got you the hat." He groaned, but there was no real protest in it. "You're impossible." "And you love me," I reminded him sweetly as I slid off the bed. "You have an hour to get re

‘Huh? Alex – ‘I am working on my pick-up lines. How is this?’ ‘Pathetic.’ I replied honestly. The swift topic change didn’t go unnoticed by me. ‘How about this – Are you Siri? Because you autocomplete me.’ I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at reading it. A billionaire working on pickup lines? Just wave some dollars in front of her and she’ll be all yours. ‘You can do better. Why working on it though? For Diana?’

I retort. He lets out a huff, glaring at me before gesturing towards himself. "Take off your shirt, and we'll settle it." I pop my gum, relishing a good challenge. Swiftly, I remove my V-neck, casting it onto the nearby mattress. His gaze sweeps over the black ink that envelops my chest, ribs, and abs. Nearly every inch of my fair skin showcases a mosaic of vivid skulls, crossbones, swords, tumultuous waves, and sailing vessels. The grayscale pirate imagery intertwines with vibrant sparrows and swallows. His eyes continue their descent, tracing the ink until they reach the hem of my black pants.

"So do you want to tell me if that card's still good enough?" For a moment, a wave of cold ran through me. I thought of Marcus's words at the gala, his hand pressing down on my shoulder like he was trying to shrink me, that satisfaction in his voice that always made my stomach churn like I'd swallowed stale beer. It'll be a shame if they find out the fairy tale started as a lie. Then the kiss. Violet. The charm and confidence in her voice as she told Chloe, in front of half the gala, that she'd found a better man ... and how much I wanted that to be true in a way that had nothing to do with any deal. It still felt warm, just thinking about it.

Gael moans, his hands tightening on my body. "Me encanta cómo me tocas, Tesoro," he groans. (I love how you touch me, Treasure.) I smile against his sweat-slicked skin, loving the nickname. "Treasure, huh? Why’s that?" I pull back, wanting to see his face as he answers. "Because I’ve been hunting for you like a pirate for treasure. And now that I’ve found you, I’m going to savor you." I chuckle, licking up the column of his neck.

Even bloodthirsty pirates wouldn’t dare stand against him. “Do not…touch…my…Linda.” Dicken cast his gaze onto me before sweeping to the group of ruthless pirates. His lips revealed a threatening smile as his throat released a deep sound resembling a growl. This must have been the first time these pirates had encountered such a ferocious creature. They couldn’t help but take several steps back in terror. Even their grip on their guns and rifles weakened as their hands shook.

I was pissed at the fact that they did not even allow me to enjoy a night before they had to call me out to duty. L ran into my room and said, "Pirates are here!" She then saw me naked and saw the young man on the bed shocked. She expressed displeasure on her face and said, "tidy up fast, there is no time to waste." "My smooth talker, I guess we cannot be together anymore, I need to go kill some pirates so that they don't kill your people," I said.

"Ma'am, pick me instead. I have a nice body!" "Pick me, I have good stamina!" "Pick me, I know many tricks!"

Lelandi, you’re too wet and hot for me, I notice. He always had a lewd expression in his eyes when he looked at her. He placed her on the wooden floor by slipping his arms under her. The 19th of September is Speak Like a Pirate Day, so consider that. You’ll be my sea squirt, and I’ll steal your riches. She prepared for her by slipping her hand down to the bulge in his pants and vigorously rubbing it. I won’t be the treasure, sir; I’ll be the pirate captain. He chuckled.

How would they be able to hear me with that thing in my mouth? Nicholas laughed lightly, then kissed me again. His eyes were sparkling with mirth. God, it was such a good look on him. I wished I could make him this happy all the time. But that was a dangerous thought. As good as we were, we were not meant for forever. I focused on the now instead, however, and tried to remember every curve and crevice of his smile. “Piper,” he said. “Have you ever been magicked to breathe underwater before?”