Sodapop Curtis X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

He looked longingly at the smoldering butt, then at his interrogator. “You’re in deep shit, Jonesy,” said his old partner, Randy. Curtis smiled even broader. This was a game he knew only too well. “Brought you outta retirement for this, partner? How’s Dolores? Send her my best, will you?” Curtis’s voice sounded like gravel even to himself. No doubt due to his two-pack-a-day habit lubricated by bourbon.

Leita hissed as she reflexively held his bicep and applied pressure as much as she could. Even though the pain was bearable she could not deny the stung of his fangs. It was the spot where her skin started to burn when Curtis began to drink her blood. Leita soon felt her vision becoming blurry when her grip around his bicep relaxed. On the other hand Curtis felt his energy returning as his embrace over Leita’s waist became gentle. He withdrew his fangs after drinking the desired amount, Curtis did not want to make Leita feel like he had taken advantage of her. As soon as he licked her neck and lifted his head, Leita grabbed his robe to stop the man.

He pulled on a jacket and headed outside. I headed back to the living room, where I spied the tattered novel Ruby was reading. Curious, I picked it up and read the first page. The third paragraph included big boobs, a wet pussy, and three throbbing cocks. My eyes widened, shocked at how blatant the eroticism was. Given the way Ruby had acted with the three of us, I didn’t expect her to be reading anything quite so… explicit. I read more, fascinated. “Hey.” I looked up to find Kurt watching me. “What?”

Despite my situation, I was able to gather the bits of courage I had in me to speak, hopping it would save me some time. "Ava." Looks of stupor came my way, as Curtis and his goons smiled. "Well there you go! That wasn't so hard now, was it? - Told ya she could talk. - Ava." Curtis chuckled, leaning forward to rest on his elbows while he continued to devour me with his eyes. "What a gorgeous name." Curtis slid off his chair and fell to his knees like a desperate man pleading for help, then pulled my chin closer to his face. Before I could comprehend his intentions, I felt his lips press against mine as he held my face close to his. I wanted to scream, cry and vomit at the same time. I've nev

“Fine. I won’t kill you, but in return you must tell me exactly what your evil plan is.” “Alright,” said Curtis. “We got a deal.” He didn’t hesitate on this deal at all. He knew what he did was right. He didn’t want to continue on killing people. He didn’t want to keep invading and stealing from others. He just wanted a peaceful life for his people. “Deal.” "Good. Well done alpha." “Now, what’s your plan.” “Your land-” Austin’s fury blurred through him. Curtis is repeating the same words again. He didn't want to know what he already realized. So he grabbed Curtis’s neck and gripped it hard, squeezing the life out of him.

He groaned, crossing his little arms over his small chest. “Pick someone better to copy. Renato is not exactly a model citizen.” Chocolate snorted, obviously enjoying the back and forth Curtis and I were engaging in. Curtis tilted his head to one side, huffing. “He's my model citizen.” Chocolate’s smile softened as she looked at him. “That’s cute.” “Don’t encourage him,” I muttered.

The sight of the dough soaking up the grey fat made her vision swim with nausea. “Now, the dark nectar,” Tyler said, prying the lid from her cup and thrusting it at her. She began to pour the sweet liquid, but Ryan’s hand suddenly clamped over hers, forcing the entire contents to splash into the bowl in a single, muddy surge. The table erupted in predatory laughter. “And a dash of fire to ignite the spirit,” Glenn smirked, splashing a heavy dose of crimson chili-extract into the mess. “I believe a contribution from the Southern Vines is in order,” Matt added, emptying a dark, fizzing bottle of fermented juice into the mixture.

Curtis thrust into me. Mr. Curtis groaned as he pulled out of me. I shuddered and sank to the floor, kneeling there like a bitch. I licked my lips as Mr. Curtis dropped to his knees and rammed his cock back into my cunt. I moaned as the coach shoved down his gym shorts. His big, brown cock popped out. I shuddered and swallowed his cock. "Fuck," he groaned as I suckled on him. "Ms. Waters! You're a fucking whore!"

I was glad I was wearing this instead of a nightgown last night. Curtis’s reaction was worth it. His eyes zeroed in on my boobs, making my skin tingle even though he hadn’t laid a finger on me yet. He grabbed the piping bag and nudged me to slant backward. He swirled frosting onto both my boobs and sucked off one after another. The bastard knew how to do it alright. He had deliberately messed it up earlier. Not that I cared about that right now. My body was thrumming in pleasure. I wanted him to keep going. He would have, if we didn’t hear the crash.

As soon as she entered the house, she spotted the man sitting on the sofa, fully suited. Curtis had unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and was resting his elbow on his knee as he unconsciously fidgeted with his phone. Still, his relaxed posture wasn't enough to hide his elegant quality. From where Margot was standing, Curtis seemed like an enticing treasure. Her chest tightened, and she slowly made her way toward him. Curtis sat there proudly as he lifted his head to meet Margot's bloodshot eyes. He frowned slightly but kept his words to himself.