Pucca Movies Novels & Stories

It doesn't matter how many years pass. Perpetrators have strong imprints on their victims. And sure enough, my senses don’t lie, Reid Maddox steps out. Paxon Pack royalty, my personal fucking hell. I swear the concrete trembles beneath his feet. My brain fries trying to process what the hell is happening. Why the two Alphas from rival packs, and rival hockey teams are standing right here, together, waiting like this is some kind of casual airport pickup. Royalty. Both of them. Huge, tall, arrogant dicks, too handsome for the eyes.

"Is that a tombstone and an erect penis ... what fucking movie is that ?" I giggle and so does Lumi. "'Die hard' of course". "Well of course". Tom says, chuckling while Luca rolls his eyes. "Yeah keep rolling those eyes, maybe you find a brain back there". Lumi sends Luca a very sweet smile as she sits down. Luca smiles back. "You seem a bit overdressed, why don't you slip into something more comfortable ? Like a coma". "Stop it you two". Tom is glaring from one to the other and they both huff. "Luca, Your turn".

At 9:47 Lila and I were on our second round of drinks — hot chocolate for me, chamomile for her — and she was telling me about the time a raccoon got into the storage room and ate an entire bag of cocoa powder and emerged looking like a tiny guilty chocolatier, which was the funniest story I had heard in Minnesota so far and Minnesota had given me considerable competition. At 9:52 the front door of The Frosty Mug opened. Lila looked up first. Her expression did something — not surprise exactly, more like satisfaction, the look of someone whose instincts had just been confirmed — and she stood, picking up her chamomile with the unhurried ease of a person who had somewhere else to be.

Whoever poured this has never seen a beer in their life. I take it anyway, because arguing with Rafael about beer foam on a Thursday night is not how I want to spend the next ten minutes of my life. My eyes track him through the crowd as he makes a beeline for Novak, and I watch with the resigned exhaustion of a man who has seen this exact movie before as he stops beside Enzo Usain instead. Enzo, who is built like a wall and plays tight end like he invented the position. Enzo, who is also very much Rafael's teammate.

He brushed his thumb lightly over the mark. “It’s not as red as yesterday,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Still looks beautiful on you though.” I smiled shyly. “Thank you for coming.” He pulled me into a hug, holding me close for a long moment. When he pulled back, he reached into his pocket and took out two movie tickets. “I got these. Horror movie tonight. Thought we could go together… if you want.” I raised an eyebrow. “You sure? You hate horror.” He shrugged with a small grin. “Rom-com tickets were sold out. So… horror it is.”

A jolt of pleasure ripples through me like shock waves. Her juices seep into my mouth as the tip of my tongue plays with her sweet bud. She tastes like something I’m never going to be able to give up. I press small circles against her, her small pants echoing around the room until she’s an unravelled mess. A vision of absolute perfection. Pushing her hips down firmly against the desk, I line my cock against her entrance. Little quivers slipped from her plump lips, delirious with need. “Look at this greedy little pussy,” I say, rubbing my head against her tight hole.

I throw the puck up. "Yes." And he catches it. "But you still gawked at him just a few minutes ago." "And I also couldn't stop thinking of the ghostface or how I enjoyed being fucked by him." "Jesus Christ, Ash. When did your straight ass become curved?" I chuckle at that, and he throws the puck. "My mom will kill me." "And burn you. Then ghostface. Then Remington." "I tried watching gay p**n but I didn't like it. My body didn't even give any reaction" I say like it should justify that I'm not gay. That there's a glitch in my system.

Taking in the sight of his goddess, her purple and white hair shimmering in the sunlight. Red eyes unseeing as she worked them both higher. Puca knew that the next orgasm that he could feel tightening up inside of his testicles was going to be the most powerful one yet. He was glad he had the stamina to make it this far with her, to give her the magics that she would need for whatever was coming.

"I'm sorry!" Paula said after catching her breath. "You said you were going out for lunch; I didn't think you'd be back so soon." As a way to further the plot of the movie (as if p**n really needs that) Paula went on, "Dick caught me masturbating to Internet p**n six months ago, and he blackmailed me into fucking him. I... I guess I kind of like it, though, and I call him when you're going to be gone for lunch."

She looked very stunning at that moment, licking off the chicken sauce from her lips. “Yeah,” she smiled. “Pretty serious.” The next line on the screen asked the same question. He turned his head to the phone, and chuckled slightly. “Nicely played.” The three hour movie went through like a breeze as they talked, ate, and argued in-between scenes. “That's the dumbest movie I've ever watched,” Luca said as soon as the credits rolled. “No wonder Lev fell asleep.” “But you didn't,” she said in a soft voice that made him stop and look at her.