Pucking Around Book Novels & Stories

SAGE MONTERO. @puckmedaddy: ‘Gah, I understand why he’s the captain; he looks like he handles a puck the same way he does a woman. Rough.’ Yeah, until he chokes you to death. @rookslapmepls: ‘I volunteer. I volunteer. I volunteer as tribute…sorry I meant puck.’ If desperate had a label, it’d be you, sweetheart. @rookmehard: ‘I know they call him the Angel cause he’s a devil in the sheets. Argue with the wall, everyone.’

he checked the clock hanging opposite to him, “It’s been late, your friend is probably waiting for you…” It was almost 11 pm he jumped up to leave when Nick stopped him, asking to wait a second. He walked to the shelf. He came back with a torn out book, with a yellow dandelion painted on the cover, in a blue font drawn over it, ‘Love of Youth.’ Nick handed him this book, asking, “Read this. You’ll like it,” patting on the book. That whole night he read the book with a tiny sleep of four hours in the dawn. He came back to the shop next morning, reading the rest of it there, completely drown in the book. He didn’t realize someone came in.

Sarah stretched out her body as she closed the book she finished reading. She stood up from her dressing table, lifting the book up above her head. "What an amazing story," she bellowed and pecked the front cover of the book. She loved the content she read which talked about each pack with the territory. It was an amazing journey that all packs took to grow and became large as they were now. She read the different stories about each pack and she marveled at their characteristics.

Dakari squeezed her hand. Luca lifted a hand to turn the page and reverently lifted from the corner. His hand did not shake as he confidently attempted to move the parchment. This was obviously not his first time dealing with old books. To his surprise, he met no resistance. The page that had been so secure now turned like it was bound only hours ago.

I grab it out of her hands and begin going through it, touching all the different pictures as I turn the pages. "Their addicting, aren't they?" she asks me. "Okay, I get it. This book is definitely worth…" I flip it over and look at the price. "Eight-fifty. I could probably play with this this soft sheep for a while." She smiles and turns back to the books, searching for another one. But a bright red book catches my eye. Grabbing it, I know I found exactly what we're looking for. "The ABC's of Soccer Board Book," I say outloud.

"Wait—" But he was already running after Ana. Now I had five children. The twins were still throwing rocks. Eva was still reading. The younger ones had stopped screaming but looked ready to bolt. This was a disaster. "Okay, everyone who's left. Let's just try reading something. Anything." I picked up a book from the shelf. "This one. Tales of the Moon Goddess. Chapter three." "We already read that," Eva said without looking up. "Then we're reading it again."

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

CONTENT: Penetration, oral, kissing, deep kissing, rough sex, breast sucking, pussy licking. CHAPTER 1 It was a relief when they finally left. Pete had been over the moon when his parents had said that they were going away for a few days and that he'd be left alone to look after the house. Finally, he thought to himself, a bit of peace and quiet.

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.

The gentle vibrations start. Moaning, I nearly fall over the edge, trying to remind myself not to cum and not to displease him. His small chuckle tells me he noticed. My lips pout as I sulk. The realisation hits me. What have I just done? I seriously just sulked and pouted during this. I am done for. His chuckle gets louder. “Is Kitten really pouting at Daddy right now? Right this second, you want to be naughty?” His voice is loud, but not shouting.