Pucca Santa Novels & Stories

I tangle my fingers in his hair as he works me relentlessly. “Yes—right there, fuckkkk!” I slur, my hips bucking wildly as he hits the exact spot. “Fuckkkk!” The ecstasy crashes over me like a wave, and I come all over his mouth. He licks every drop clean. “That’s nasty,” I gasp, my chest heaving. “Sex is nasty,” he says, a wicked smirk playing on his face. “I should… go wash up,” I say, forcing myself to stand, though my legs feel like liquid.

" Luca nodded and sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. It was rare for him to come out and let loose, but he didn't expect Sebastian to go on a date! He looked at Rico, then pointed at Paula and asked, "Who is this?" Luca glanced at her, picked up the apple on the table and shoved it into his mouth. "You’re too noisy and you’re interfering with my TV!" Luca froze for two seconds, removed the apple from his mouth, hooked his lips and let out a light laugh, "Hey, I've only said a few words here, I don't even know who you are!" Rico looked at the two and smiled, "This is ma’am Andrea’s friend, Miss Paula."

She didn't know who it was but it was finally time to meet the person who has been gifting her Christmas for the past four years. Fourteen years old Year stood up and walked over to the board that she used to track her progress on finding her secret santa. She had been going block after block, apartment after apartment, house after house searching for a man that would fit the description for the last three years. Her town might not have been that big, but looking for a single man was like looking for a needel in a haysack. But she kept looking. And after three years she had two more houses left, assuming that the person does live in town. She ran out quickly and went to the first house but f

I grab two cups, filling one with whatever punch someone made and keeping the other empty for later. As I'm turning away, someone taps my arm. "Excuse me?" I turn to find Julian's fangirl standing there - the same girl who's been showing up at every game with his jersey number plastered across her chest. Up close, she's even prettier than I thought. Bright smile, clear skin, the kind of effortless beauty that makes people look twice. "Hey," I say, forcing a polite smile even as faint irritation curls in my stomach. "You're Bryson Miller, right? From the hockey team?" She's cheerful and talkative, words coming fast.

His finger dabs my moist lips, and daddy Santa sucks in a breath of air. “Ooooh, that is slick, baby.” I blush, my face flush with excitement. “Santa! That's embarrassing.” But daddy Santa's hunger is insatiable, and he dives in, lifting my legs up and away from him. His mouth falls to my drowning cunt, lapping at my juices. His tongue pushes deep inside me, starving to taste the depths of daddy's daughter. Daddy Santa glides his tongue along the edges, circling around as he presses against my vaginal walls.

Satanika went to her room before Juliet came in and took her clothes with the wig and lens to dispose. She took a hot, scented and relaxing bath in her large Jacuzzi as it massaged her aches and pains. She got out of the bathroom and dried up. She wore a turquoise crop top, black miniskirt and panda slippers. She packed her hair pony tail with a sky blue bow ribbon. She walked down the stairs to the kitchen and all the kitchen staffs stood and bowed. Satanika went to the counter and took a loaf of bread and ingredients to make a sandwich.

A puck. I sit up slowly. Turn it over in my hands. It's regulation size and weight, no different from the hundreds of pucks I've handled in my life, except for the fact that it is clearly old worn at the edges in a way that speaks to years of handling, the rubber surface smooth in places from contact, the NAHL stamp on the face so faded it's barely legible anymore. Not mine.

You can’t take it off, or else you will get punished, more than yesterday…. Aurora sniffed snatching her rosary from the floor and running off in tears. ** Aurora ran to her room,opening lady Brielle laptop, Watching the way she talks and her moment with Marisol… Sasha stood by the door, eavedropping, she has been suspecting Aurora ever since. Aurora sniffed in tears. Fuck Brielle! I’m Aurora, Aurora yelled…I’m general Puro Pucasso only daughter, Nobody’s puppet. *** Sasha P o v

And the public version of Hunter Callum—the cold arrogant god of the back page, the man her industry had collectively decided was one-dimensional and marketable that way—was somehow entirely different from the actual person sitting three feet away from her on an obscenely expensive sofa arguing about pizza toppings with the focused energy of someone who had opinions and intended to defend them. "Nobody likes pineapple." "Lots of people like pineapple." "Those people are wrong." "That's not how opinions work." "It is when the opinion is objectively stupid." Maya rolled her eyes. Hunter grinned. It was an annoyingly good grin and she was already exhausted by how much she'd noticed that. From a

The first button dial on the office phone was plastered with a sticker of Melissa's face. There was a pink Happy Capy cup on the desk. The chair cushion was also a pink Happy Capy pillow. The desktop had numerous Happy Capy items, and even the folders had been replaced with Happy Capy ones.