Potato Godzilla Nudes Novels & Stories

It was at least thicker than his wrist and longer than most. “Impressed?” Toussaint’s eyes gleamed boastfully, arms folded across his chest as his cocked throbbed in Jace’s small hand. “Scared,” Jace replied with awe, “a little.” “Don’t be,” Toussaint smiled, his eyes darkening with a newfound lust. “You can take Mastodonte.” Jace felt confused. “Mastodonte…?” “What I call him. Because he’s enormous.” Toussaint tilted his head slightly. “Like a behemoth.”

Leaning casually against the wall near the kitchen entrance, smirking with that dark, demonic intensity that always steals the ground from under my feet. God. He looks like a god. Not metaphorically—literally. Power radiates off him like he commands mortals and immortals alike. His golden eyes glow, and he looks sculpted out of someone’s wildest forbidden fantasy. He’s completely shirtless, his godlike torso on full display, wearing only shorts that sit above his knees. My eyes widen. He chuckles. “Don’t worry about my look, okay? This is how I am at home. I just had to get over here quickly so we could have the best night of our lives.”

We reached the corner—stacks of russet potatoes in big bins, the fluorescent light flickering overhead, the endcap display of bagged sweet potatoes blocking most of the view from the main aisle. Not all of it, but most and good enough for us. I backed up against the potato bin, my ass on the edge and spread my legs slightly apart. My sundress rode up just enough. I looked around, no one was looking our way, yet. He stepped between my thighs, pressed his hips forward so I could feel how hard he was. My eyes fluttered. “Fuck,” I breathed. He slid one hand under my dress. And found bare skin, I didn’t wear panties. Again.