Pucking Around Book Novels & Stories

Madison The next morning feels wrong before I even open my eyes. It’s the quiet that has my wolf on alert and clawing inside. After one of Nash’s parties, the house is never quiet. There are always groans from the couch, someone stumbling into the kitchen looking for coffee, Knox arguing with whoever passed out on the floor about whose turn it is to clean up. Usually the place smells like stale beer and pizza crusts while the floorboards creak under the weight of half the pack wandering around like hungover zombies.

I said, and Rick nodded as he walked to the center of the room and dropped into a chair. My fingers glide along the books as I read their titles. I pull one out, glance at the first few pages, and then slip it back into its place before continuing. “Hmmm,” I hummed as I squatted to see the books at the bottom. My fingers glide along the books, and my heart stops when I read one of the titles, “How to Reject a Mate and the Consequences that Follow.” Slowly, I pulled the book from its slot and flipped through a few pages.

Fucking bitc8h. "She always wore the shortest skirts she could get away with. All the guys wanted to fu8ck her. They knew she put out and often. She texted me where to meet her and I just wanted to get my d8ck wet. She was so fu8ckign eager, showing me her tit8s. It was my teenage fantasy come to life. Then I started to wrap up my junk. She took over the job and covered me with lube. There was this picnic table they had out there. She literally told me to fu8ck her as8s as she bent over it. I wasn't going to argue. I pushed her face down. I'd never been harder in my life at that point."

We were just staring at each other. "You're pregnant?" I asked softly as I leaned to her close. She nods, confirming it. "Five weeks." ------------------------FIN---------------------------- JUST GOT LUCKY BOOK 2

A title soon came to mind and she answered, “Recently, I’ve been reading the book called ‘The Struggle For Sweetness’ and I found it an enjoyable read and to my liking.” A few of the young bachelors burst out in cheerful laughter. “The title of the book is called The Struggle For Sweetness? Is that right? Goodness, it seems like a book related to desert making.” Before Alicia could reply, Ash Pavard parted his lips open and said, “Hmm… Sir Killian, I think you have some sort of misunderstanding. The book is quite famous and renowTed for its humanities of sorts. It looks like you don’t know of this.”

“Uh, hi?” “Oh, hi!” She sets her book down on the counter and looks at me as if she honestly didn’t know I was there. She takes a deep sniff of the air and gives me a broad smile. She’s cute with big blue eyes, but I’m distracted by the book. It’s a picture book called ‘Pudgy Pup Plays Pretend’. I think my parents used to read that to me when I was a kid. Based on the concentration she was showing, I would have sworn it was going to be the Iliad or War and Peace or something.

The unicorn had buried its horn into a tree and was backing its ass onto the cock of the howling wolf behind it. "Werewolf porn, this shit is funny." Lowering the book, he saw that Tink's eyes had gone from innocent to predatory. Her tail twitched back and forth, and one of her hands had slid beneath her skirt, her fingers doing lazy circles beneath the thin fabric of her dress. He dropped the book, the pages flipping open to an image of a peasant with her arms tied behind her back getting spit-roasted by a pair of werewolves.

I didn’t even notice James come in and lay beside me until he snorts, “what’s the point of a spur on his dick?” “Jesus!” I yell as I nearly fling the book away. “When did you get here?” “Like twenty minutes ago,” he tells me. “You were so wrapped up in your p**n you didn’t notice.” “It’s not p**n,” I tell him quickly. “It said cock four times on one page,” he reminds me. “It’s p**n.” He pulls the book from my hands and opens it to a random page and starts reading. “Huh,” he mutters. “Good p**n.” He hands it back to me and smirks, “is it doing anything for you?”

Every few minutes she mutters something under her breath, frowns, and shuffles on to the next page. Meanwhile, Parker and Trixie are doing their best to make the ancient magical archive look like a rehearsal for a low-budget sitcom. “Do you have to touch everything?” Trixie snaps, smacking Parker’s hand as he reaches toward a book with a faint purple glow. “I’m just trying to help,” he says, jerking back. “Not all of us can use our nose to sniff out cursed objects, you know.” “I told you—that one bites,” she hisses, pointing at the book like it’s a rabid animal.

my hips bucking toward his touch. "You like that?" he murmurs against my neck, his breath hot as he nips at the skin there. "Yes," I breathe, my voice already ragged. He pushes a finger inside me, then two, curling them to stroke that spot that makes my thighs tremble. I moan louder, "Oh god, right there," my pussy clenching around him as he pumps steadily, his thumb still working my clit. The pressure builds fast, heat coiling tight in my core.