Pucca Novels & Stories

she moaned. Marc, busy nibbling on her ear, chuckled, the sound vibrating her sensitive lobe. "Hey, Thad, isn't there a French expression for pleasure that involves dying?" Dark eyes, with a tiny pinprick of red, a color she'd come to appreciate as she now associated it with excitement and not pain, at least when Thad wore it, met hers. "Ah yes, la petite mort, an eloquent way of saying climax. Something you'll be enjoying several of."

Then standing right in front of my watchful eyes, he takes his apron off, exposing his bulging fly that gets accentuated by his gray sweatpants, and I swear to God, when that display reaches my eyes, I lost it. I cover my forehead in order to hide my eyes, and also in order to safely peek through the gaps of my fingers. I can't help but bite my lips. Gosh. How can someone be so hot! It should be a crime to be this hot. Sweat breaks on my forehead and I feel like I'm about to get palpitated. “Garlic prawns, most commonly known in Italy as Gamberi Alla Busara,” he says in the native accent imitation. He leans over, dangerously close to me.

I haven’t ever had sex but trust me when I say imma make that man fight me for his prize because it left me all kinds of turned on and ready to kick everyone out of the room so I could see what all the hype is about. “Are you even listening” Vic asks harshly from the doorway. “No I was to busy thinking about your dick” Kimberly sputters, YS starts cackling like a fucking hyena and two guys I have yet to meet choke on their own spit as they try to compose myself. “The new Dona, she no filter” one of the new guys says through is thick Italian accent. “No she doesn’t, but you’ll get used to it” comes a familiar voice.

Suck me. I took my time, sliding my hands up his thighs to slide his cock under the fabric of his pants. He barked. - Do not play with me. Succhiami il cazzo. I knew cazzo meant dick in this case, so it didn't take a genius to figure out what succhiami meant. God, I loved it when he spoke dirty Italian. I unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his gray pants. His black boxer briefs were made of a thin, expensive material that was several notches above the smooth cotton David owned. I let my fingers trace the ridge near the head through the silky fabric as I watched Faust's face. His expression contorted in agony, his cheeks flushed. “I'm going to hit you,” he threatened. — Enough with the provo

I knew. He didn’t like it. “Sounds fun,” he said eventually. But the flatness in his tone felt like a glass door closing slowly. Max didn’t catch it. “Jullian brought us to eat super fancy pizza! But not in a box! The pizza has a French name. I don’t get it." “Can I talk to Mommy for a second?” Pascha asked, still in that same flat tone. Max turned to me. “Daddy wants to talk to you.”

You know with all that pent-up anger his hidden from his clueless friends' notice but I didn't know Jace was smart enough to figure that out. "Bad bitch, I knew you had the hots for Colton, I just didn't know you wanted a taste of the handsome Gemma as well," Paula smirked, her eyes shimmering with pride as she shoved another potato chip covered in Nutella into her mouth and talked with her mouth full causing particles of the chips to fly everywhere. "Ew girl, splutter the content of your mouth on me why don't you?" I brushed my arms to rid them of the saliva-coated chips.

Well, I've fought tooth and nail and I've gone lengths to conquer beasts and the likes of them with my very bare hand. You don't believe me now, do you?Well your answer doesn't matter, you can see for yourself. __ “Lil Joe,you feel so big now don't you?” The Don, Paolo Romano's voice rang across the rooms of the Colombo’s family's Palatial. It didn't require a soothsayer to tell the members that Paolo, “The Jackal” as he was notoriously known as, was furiously mad. It had for weeks now become a trait that seemed unavoidable to the residents of the Family, and in all honesty, it was becoming hella annoying in here.

The door bell rang, Luca looked irritated by all these, he just wanted an orgasm and for his dick to be in her wet canal. “ It must be the pizza delivery.” Damon said with a smile, we both thought alike so I said with a sly voice, “ I hope it's not a female.” I said, my tongue swiping against my lower lips, Luca rolled his eyes as he said under his voice, “ Slut.” He pulled his dick out of her juicy pussy as he rubbed his palm over it then smeared it on my face. “ Be a bitch and open the door.” I nodded with a smile, that was exactly what I wanted to do.

she added and got two middle fingers in return from her Beta. “What is PITA ?” Kris whispered in my ear confused. This innocent dork. Gah ! “The same as my rod in your peach,” I answered back. “Excuse me ?” he asked in shock. “PITA is pain in the ass,” I whispered in his ear and boy, did he not look so adorable with tomato red cheeks and cute, wide eyes. “You …. ,” he huffed but I burst out laughing before throwing him over my shoulder and picking up the basket of fruits to feed him while we took a dip in the bath tub and maybe in each other (wink wink).

Just move and let everything else fade into background noise. One of them leans in close after a few minutes, her lips brushing my ear so I can hear her over the music. "You're really hot. Are you down to be pegged?" I freeze instantly, every muscle going rigid. "What?" "Pegged. You know." She grins, completely unbothered by my reaction. "One of us has a strap-on in the car. Could be fun." "No. Definitely not." The words come out harshly. They both look disappointed but keep dancing for another minute, their enthusiasm clearly dampened. Then they drift away to find someone else who might be interested in their offer.