Pucca Novels & Stories

Desperately. “So needy.” Killian chuckled. “Look at how you keep grinding your hips like a slut. My needy slut, Pùca.” He whispered yet again and everything was so hot. From how soft his voice sounded and how he called me puca which I still did not know what it meant. “I'm going to fuck you and then I'll make you cum. You should know how good it feels.” He added again and I let out a sharp breath. I should have pushed him away saying that I'd never fuck him. I hated Killian but my body did not.

Within seconds my pussy is creaming, loud nasty GLUCK-GLUCK-GLUCK-GLUCK as he pulls out coated in thick white frosting. Maximo grabs Luara by the hair, bends her over my back, and rams his cock down her throat. She gags instantly, HURK-HURK-HURK-GLUUUCK, rivers of spit pouring from her lips, dripping hot onto my spine. Alfie spits once on Melissa’s tight asshole and forces himself balls-deep. She screams in Spanish, “Rómpeme el culo papi!” and he starts pounding so hard her fake tits bounce like they’re trying to escape.

He high-fived me, grinning, "Swim meat's goin well...real well...don't ya think?" I grinned, nodding, "Yeah...really well...I'm feelin' good!" Then Marty said, "Adam...buddy, you thought that pizza was good...was it called the "Big Meaty? You got double the meat here...a Big Meaty Supreme a fuckin' Supreme!" Gradually working my dick deeper, I was pumping super slow till it bottomed out, and I groaned, "Fuckkkkk...Adam...that's fuckin' nice!"

The unknown number sent one final message: Unknown: Interesting night, wasn’t it? (Adds a winking emoji) I dropped the phone onto the couch like it had burned me. My hands were trembling so badly I could barely pick it up again. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

POV: KAI The press box smells like musty coffee and old popcorn. I sit in the back row, laptop balanced on my knees, hoodie zipped to my chin. The collar still hides most of the mark, but I feel it every time I swallow. Like a reminder I can't delete. Game starts fast. Puck drops. The crowd roars. I type without looking down much—habit now. The Ice Hawks are up early, but it's not the score I'm watching.

"Sorry, but if you don't want me to be mad anymore, you'll need to give me some info." Anna raised an eyebrow. "Info on what?" "Well, there's a rumor that says you cooked yesterday," he started. She rolled her eyes at that. "So I want to know if it's true, what you cooked and why you didn't give me some." "Do I have to answer all of this?" "Of course, mon amie," was the response she got. "Ugh, fine." She rolled her eyes before opening up her breakfast. "Yes, the rumor is true. I made lunch y esterday. I cooked Nigerian jollof rice and I actually don't know why I didn't give you some. Sorry."

I have a Ma and Pa that I have never seen, although Ma Coco says they see me but how can they see me? I have tried to leave the Cactus but it wouldn't let me, The Cactus has a mind of it's own you see! I have a puppy that Ma. Coco got for me, she's a cute little bundle of joy, her name is cripsy, I only have Ma. Coco and Cripsy here, Ma.Coco said my Ma gave birth to me here and I am not allowed to go out till she says so but how would I know when I haven't even seen my Ma

‘Damn I have a hot husband’ I said, fanning myself with my hand. ‘I hope you have some concealer with you’ Sasha said seriously. I frowned as I touched my face trying to find the offending culprit. Sasha chuckled at me. ‘Your boob, prekrasnaya’, he said pointing out the dark purple mark that stood out against my pale white skin. I looked through my makeup bag frantically to discover I had not brought any concealer and immediately sent a message to Darcy, Ruth and Kate.

spicydodo: Principal Yakubu Ma, they are accusing your son of liking man oh lol lol lol spicydodo was now as famous as abroko with his or her funny and very bully filled comments and the fact that she was always first to like and comment. "I hate this spicydodo person ehhh", Chidimma spat. "On god". I replied closing my half eaten plate of food. "We should study for this economics test". "At least you haven't been on the page in weeks". She said happily as she she pulled out her economics notebook. "Theory of marginality", she reads out of her book.

“This is for your locker. Change into your uniform then head for the tinted glass door on the far right. Someone will show you the ropes here.” After knocking three times without hearing any reply Ava opens the door. Shock washes over her seeing the room in shambles. Papers were lying on the floor . The desk lamp was twitching and the pen holder was knocked over. It was a mess. She heads for the empty swivel chair to somehow gather clues. As if on cue something caught her eye. It was a miniature wooden sculpture of a naked woman. With green leaves as hair and pink flowers blooming within them. Hands dangling in the air like branches and feet planted on the ground like roots as grasses sett