Novel & Cerita Pucca Santa

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.

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 grabbed two sodas and some candies, paid quickly, and rushed back. But when I got to the spot where I had left Dex, he wasn’t there. I looked around, heart starting to race. No sign of him. I went back toward the bench where his sister had been resting earlier. She was still there, dozing. I gently tapped her shoulder. “Sorry for waking you.” She blinked awake and looked at me. “It’s fine. Wait… you’re the guy who came with my brother?” “Yes. I’m Nico.” “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Maria.” She sat up straighter. “Who are you to Dex?”

Piper. I gape at him, caught off guard by the arrogance lacing his words. “No,” I snap, recovering. “The CEO got me this dress. Who the hell is Santa anyway? I’ve never heard of such a name.” His grin falters just a little, but he quickly recovers, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Santa,” he repeats, his tone dripping with mockery, “is an Alpha who can grant your every wish. But I suppose if you’d rather believe it was the CEO…”

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.

A fake bond to rattle a rival? "I needed a break," Isaac lied smoothly. "My partner Camila told me to get out of the salon and see the world." "I'm glad. Santiago is a different animal since he met you. He wouldn't let us go to San Antonio—worried about the Bobcats fans being too rough on a pup." "Well, as a San Antonio native, we aren't all bad," Isaac joked. He turned his posterboard around. Valeria read it aloud. "DON'T PUCK WITH MY MAN. Oh, I love it! Almost as much as the one about Derek’s tiny stick!"

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.

He was serious about this, it was definitely not a spur of the moment question. "Princess, I've been keeping this for days. I was waiting for the right moment, I was going to ask you to go to our a sexy beach getaway and propose to you there. Maybe celebrate with a sexy cake from the little old lady that sells them on her beachfront cake shop." He smirked and winked at me deviously, remembering the naughty cake that we saw she sold for a bachelorette party.

Diana’s POV. Santa Claus's hands moved to my boobs as he grabbed my breasts roughly, his hands teasing my nipples as his dick slides further inside my pussy. I moaned, fighting the urge to scream as his cock continued to pound me hard on the bed, my boobs flying away from the intensity of his thrusts inside me. "Hmm, harder!" A moan slipped out of my mouth as Santa Claus bent and took one of my tits into his mouth, his tongue running on my nipple as he sucked hard on it.