Sodapop Curtis X Reader Novels & Stories

i took a sip of my drink and nod at his statement “Sometimes i do not understand me either " i say to him and looked ahead, towards the entrance and saw a familiar person walking towards our direction "What’s wrong?" Nate asked and I whispered to him "Look behind you, that’s the doctor Angela had tried to bribe so he could change the test result" i say and he turns back immediately "Good evening Mr Richardson!" The doctor who had by now walked up to us and recognized me says "Good evening Doctor ...,” i say, trying to remember the name he had given me earlier "Curtis!” He says and i smile

But until they had Sapphire out of whatever nightmare she’d gotten herself into, he had to tread carefully. Unlike most of the Donovans, who were tall and blond, Curtis was a short, stocky guy with shoulder-length brown hair and a goatee. He had small, kinda beady brown eyes, and a nose that looked too long for his face. At first glance, he seemed harmless enough, until you got to know what a ruthless little bastard he was. “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here,” Curtis said. “I lost one of my best men because of you, and had to fire another.” Razl snorted. “If they were your best, Donovan, then you need to do some new recruiting.”

Curtis didn't even speak to them when they would go out on pack runs. The moment Chrissy walked into their suite, she caught a whiff of the stale scent of Cory's arousal. This peaked her interest. It had been weeks since they made love. By the smell of things he was hornier than he'd ever been. She knew he was home alone since she didn't smell anybody else.

“I think they invited me to join them.” “They would,” Aidan said. “They’re asking every woman who wanders past, so Jax sent Curtis over to keep ‘em in line.” “That’d do it,” Zoe muttered. “He’s mega-scary.” “Scarier than King?” Jo asked, slurping the last of her Cosmo. “‘Cause I can’t imagine anyone scarier than King.” Zoe considered her question seriously. “Hmmmmm. OK, no. Not scarier than King, ‘cause King is his own brand of terrifying. Curtis is terrifying-esque. Terrifying lite. But still a damn beast.”

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

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So I had memorized every single word perfectly. I stayed on all fours, took a deep breath, and recited: "I am Poppy the slut, My body is yours to do whatever you want, While I'm with you, I have no thoughts or feelings, While I'm yours, treat me like a cheap whore, Anything you have ever wanted to try with a woman, Anything you have ever fantasized about, I am here to make it happen. Use and abuse me anyway you want, A quick suck and fuck, Or a weekend of torture and gangbang,

I stop abruptly and the man stops with me, his hand grabbing my arm and pulling me close. "Did not think someone like you would be this shy-" he traces my face with the back of his fingers and I slap his hand away from my face, shaking lightly. "Someone like me?!" I hiss between my teeth and it seems that my rage only fuels something within the man as he smirks at me, showing off his disgustingly yellow teeth. Up close, Father Cassimir is even more disgusting. Maybe if he took better care of himself... no! It was a matter of the heart! his heart was tainted and no amount of water and soap would wash that away!

Greg leaned in and I pressed my lips to his, disregarding the bottle entirely. Greg's hand crept up to my hip, and Curtis' hand on the other side of me moved under my dress. As I cupped Greg's face in my hands, Curtis' own moved ever so slowly up my bare thigh. It seemed like forever, but Curtis found the jackpot. He cupped his hand over my mound, and was rewarded with a big wet patch on the crotch of my panties. Twenty years of sexual frustration and dissatisfaction had come to this. And right now, I was enjoying every fucking second.

Curtis grinned, “I like how you think.” He pushed me down on the bed and I spun myself around to give myself a better position to run. He laid down on me and pushed his tongue into mine but instead of fighting it, I let his tongue wrestle with mine as he rubbed my breasts with his one free hand. A good god would he ever put the gun down. I moved my mouth away and kissed his ear whispering, “take me.”