Pucking Around Book 1 Novels & Stories

This book has stalker and captive themes. Sex scenes are consensual and with participants over 18+. Do not read if triggered. Jake She was made to suck my cock. She just didn’t know it yet. The moment I saw her, my hand reached into my jacket pocket, pulling out the tattered cigarettes. When I touched one to my lips, it would have only been fair if it had burst into flame without any heat. The concrete cool against my shoulder, I took the first drag, my eyes never leaving her as she bounded down to the platform, lugging a suitcase almost as big as she was behind her.

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I stood up to head to class, and Parker Ford—the school’s star linebacker and a notorious sociopath—deliberately swiped my books off the desk. “Watch it,” I said, reaching down to grab them. He kicked them across the floor. “What are you doing, Parker?” I asked, my voice dangerously low. “What am I doing?” he mocked, towering over me. His buddy Bryan stood nearby, looking uncomfortable in his designer blazer. “Parker, drop it,” Bryan muttered. “Why? It’s just the Charity Case!” Parker barked. He pulled out a hundred-dollar bill and tried to shove it into my mouth. “You want to earn this, don't you? How about a job on your knees?”

“How about a human-unicorn that’s pink? I found one of them.” “No, it’s a pink unicorn, not half and half Chase. So you failed,” I stand up feeling happy with myself hearing him groan. I’ll start him off slow. Picking up a book I hand it to him. “So, it’s romance, and smut but also a psychological thriller,” I explain as he takes the book. “It’s a good starting one, the smut isn’t drastic, no alien with two cock,” I wink and he laughs. “What is this one about then?” he asks.

I had laughed then and received my first punch to the stomach. I tried not to laugh at the thought of the book I had reread a few weeks ago by Pippa Grant where the girl made dick cookies and had thousands of a deformed penises to someone, that someone was in another book with one of my favorite book boyfriends, Ares. I try to think back on the storyline of the book, so I don’t have to think about what is about to happen.

"It's the hormones. Not me." He smirks. "Sure. And it's just my dick that wants to be buried in your pussy. Not me." I gasp, my thighs clenching as forbidden heat pulses through me. He winces the second it leaves his mouth, then pivots fast. "Umm, right. So... what was that last book you read to Zuri?" "Uh...Quakers the Duckling Has Feelings?" What the hell does that have to do with anything? "That googly-eyed bastard looked like he's seen some shit."

I booked a cab here, hoping to get a room, only to discover that the entire building was fully booked for a witches’ convention. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as my frustration mounted into an unbearable intensity. I couldn’t cry. Not now. A tear slipped down my cheek, and I whipped it away furiously. The last twenty-four hours of my life had been short of a nightmare. I went from finding my best friend and my boyfriend together to finding out that I was the mate of a werewolf hockey player, who I had to reject this morning after using him on more than one occasion to feel better about myself.

It had me moaning out in a bliss against his lips. I start to unbuckle his pants, taking out his member. I get on my knees Infront of him, slowly swirling my tongue slowly around the tip of his shaft. Just as I'm about to go on, we start hearing bullets shooting around. A/N : Hii this is a small chapter but I hope ya'll enjoyed it. How are u liking this book so far? CONTACT ME ON: I*******m: @justabrowniee W*****d: @justabrowniee

But it was there, like a low rumble of thunder before a storm, and it made something unsteady bubble in me. I couldn't help but admit, his chuckle was cute. Without another word, he reached out, pulling the book from my hands before I could react. His long fingers flipped it open, his sharp gaze scanning the title as his smirk deepened. Oh no. “A New Pet for the Mafia King by Liy Lah,” he read out loud, his voice slow, deliberate. His eyes lifted, locking onto mine with a sassy expression that made my stomach knot. “Interesting choice.” He muttered.

At this point, I already know better. Rook is too casual, stretching his arms as he steps out of the car, humming like he doesn’t have some elaborate scheme brewing in that messed-up head of his. I follow him inside a book café, the scent of coffee and paper filling the air, the lighting warm and inviting. It’s a nice place. I might actually enjoy it—if I wasn’t waiting for whatever bullshit he’s about to pull.