Won't You Put That P On Me Novels & Stories

—But don't ask me to do that. — I'm asking... and I'm going to ask again and again until you listen to me. This is a mistake. - I have decided. I can't change my mind. —That's a lie. You can change whatever you want. You are the one who has all the power under us, paparino . The use of the word we did not go unnoticed by me, nor did the nickname. I swallowed hard, took a step back and went to pour another drink. — You should leave.

I yell at her, and she smiles to leave. I feel the heat fill my body. Chloe's words left me with a horrible excitement, and how could it not? Yes, I've dreamed of Fernando's body all my life, but there's only one problem, I don't want to belong to the club, I want it to be mine.

I don't think I am ready for this, I can't stop liking girls, I just can't. " The fuck are you doing here?", My voice made him jump. He held his chest as he looked like he saw a ghost.

You believe when you try! "Is that so? Alright, this time I'll listen to your words. But before that, I want you to do something for me!" ***

“Someone’s in a sassy mood.” I arched against him. “When I’m interrupted while sucking you off, it tends to put me in a sassy mood, handsome, so how about you take care of me so I can get back to what I was doing.” His eyes met mine. “Do you want to play, Payton?”

I say calmly. "That's nice," she says through gritted teeth again, and I know she is holding back. "Now, where are my things so I can leave." "Hmm," I mutter as I press my finger to my chin, pretending to be deep in thought. "I don't believe I heard the magic word." Willow twists her head to the side and clenches her jaw. "May I please have my things," she grinds out. "Nope," I say, popping the 'p.'

I roll my eyes. ME: Would you like a leopard skin singlet and a club, too? PASHA: ? ME: To go with your caveman act. Pasha sends me an eye-rolling emoji, which makes me laugh out loud, because who the hell showed him where the emojis are and taught him what they mean? My money’s on Sof. PASHA: We’re going out. I chew at my lip for a second before responding. Don’t you have work? PASHA: Unless there’s an emergency, I will be eating dinner with you every night from now on.

I held them firmly, tightly. He froze, his weight shifting, the predatory look in his eyes replaced by a sharp, stunned realization. “You need my help,” I said, my voice low and dangerously calm, the pressure in my grip increasing slowly, precisely. “To remove your balls so you don't have kids. I don't think a person like you should be allowed to have any.” The air crackled with lethal silence. He let go of my wrist. Slowly, he got off me, rising to his feet, adjusting his expensive suit with a ragged breath.

“—I’ll say this again, and then I won’t ever repeat myself again. I’m a man of my word. You impress my guests with your baking tonight, and I’m yours for a day so you can fail at attempting to impress me with this town.” Neither one of us speaks. We’re too busy staring daggers into each other’s eyes. The air is lit with angry, sizzling electricity around us. If I leaned in any closer, each one of her exhales would push her chest against me. “Shake on it, then,” Pippa manages to get out. Her voice has lowered an octave, sounding too sultry for my liking. It sounded far too good coming out of her mouth. I imagine how she’d sound if I…

“If I say no, will you forgo eating it?” She pouted and stammered, “I-I’ll compensate you for this.” I playfully raised an eyebrow, attempting to suppress a smirk as I asked, “Do you have the money to pay me?” “I’m not so broke that I can’t pay for this, just so you know!” she snapped, rolling her eyes. “If you’re not willing to give it, I’ll find someone else to buy it for me and have it delivered here.”