Punk Lace Code Novels & Stories

Josh chimed in, grinning, “I already ate—but I think I’m hungry again. Mind if I tag along?” “Oh please, Joshen. You’re rich and you still love mooching,” the girl scoffed. “Hey, great entrepreneurs don’t overspend. They take advantage of freebies,” he said smugly. “Anyway—let’s go, Amara. I know a place with the best pancakes. But wait—what’s the code for the card?” Amara froze. Her smile vanished. Code... what code?! That spawn of Satan didn’t give me the damn PIN! Amara mentally cursed under her breath.

The delicate black lace panties that adorned her ass cheeks only served to amplify his every breath, leaving him breathless and consumed by desire. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her black lace panties, slowly dragged them along her legs and left them near her ankles. Taking her ass cheeks in the palm of his hand, he applied gentle pressure, relishing in the sensation. Sofia's moans of pleasure reached his ears, fueling his determination. Emboldened by her response, he increased the pressure, causing her to groan even louder, a symphony of gratification.

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the curtains into the room, casting golden spots on the floor. When I woke, I saw that Dante was still sleeping. His toned body looked beautiful in the morning light. His well-defined features appeared even more striking in the sunlight, just like Marco had looked in his youth. I got out of bed quietly and walked to the large walk-in closet, pulling out an Eralian handmade shirt I'd prepared long ago. It was from Marco's favorite brand—purely handmade with perfect stitching, and very expensive. I'd bought it specifically for this moment.

Dana was horny, his favorite state of being, which meant the time had arrived for him to up the ante. Kody slipped off his shoes under the table, and lifting a leg, he used his foot to nudge her legs apart. Her startled eyes rose from her plate to meet his. Before she could open her mouth to say anything, he straightened his leg and placed his foot right against her mound and pressed against her. Her eyes went slightly out of focus. Encouraged, he rubbed his foot against the crotch of her jeans, her heat clearly evident even through the layers of material separating them.

he dimmed the lights then planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Good night, C” “Good night, D” After a few minutes, Daniel sent a text once he confirmed Celine is already sleeping. ‘Meet me at Grandeur in 10 minutes. Use the backdoor. You know my code’ When Linda saw the message, she just rolled her eyes. ‘Grandeur’ is a member-only five-star strip club. The main focus is the performance of the ‘star of the night’. Instead of showering the performers with cash, the patrons have electronic buttons they could press when they appreciate the performance.

A harsh smack on my left cheek brought me back to reality. I stared at him, hand on my cheek where he'd struck me. I don't even get time to retaliate when I was rewarded with another smack this time sending me sprawling across marble flooring with a grunt. My ears rang and my cheek burned from his strike. Darkness lingered at the edges of my vision but refused to consume me. An excruciating pain traveled through my left hand as he mercilessly stepped onto it. Almost crushing it. I tried to jerk my hand away but he increased the pressure pinning in on the wooden floor.

That pleasure surged through me like a tide, and I couldn't help laughing out loud. At nine in the morning, Oliver sent me a video. In it, Jason stood in the middle of the conference room, drenched in sweat, staring helplessly at the error-filled code projected on the screen. "Jason, aren't you an algorithm expert?" Peter's mocking voice came through the video. "This little problem shouldn't be too hard for you, should it?" Jason's face was ashen. His lips trembled, but no words came out. "I… I need time to analyze it…"

Gideon slapped her across the face. Lacee was in excruciating pain, but she knew she had to fight. Her foot jerked up and hit him right between the legs, hard and accurately. Man, or wolf, a kick like that is effective and he fell off her to the side. She quickly squeezed out from under him, but now the other male was coming at her. Just as he lunged at her, a male tackled him away from her and the two of them went wrestling in circles like a bloody tumbleweed through the yard. She realized it was Laran fighting the male.

Short, lacy boy shorts with fabric only around the crotch and the rest of it was lace and the bra was all lacy through which my nîpples would poke out. Instead of ordering me to wear it like I expected, he held the lacy pànties in front of me and waited for me to put my legs through it. One by one, I slipped my legs in it and he pulled it up my legs and settled it around my waist. It sat snugly over my pûssy, keeping the little toy in its place.

He is the boss of this warehouse doll, we need you to give the code to this beauty that is here beside me. It's not necessary, I can give you the key, Oscar let go of my hand and turned me around so that his eyes collided with mine, his stained hands leaving painted in my hand where he held me. Do you know the code? he asked. I nodded. My father was an idiot, he believed that I would never come here again, That was what he deserved, revenge. The Code is 925 GFG. Oscar smiled, as he typed the number and the box gave way, I memorized the code when I was a child, because my dad guarded everything my mother earned, although She would try to convince him to give her a little to feed me.