Novels by Caramel

Abigail's POV. "And what if it is... cunt?" I shot back, my lips curling into a taunting grin as my clit twitched between my thighs. "Alright then, little doll. I'll take you up on your challenge," he said, his voice laced with lust. He closed the distance between us in two strides, grabbed my waist, and spun me so my front slammed against the pool table's edge. My palms slapped the wood. I tried to twist my head to see him, but his open hand cracked down across my right ass cheek with a loud slap that stung. "Ow!" I shrieked, from surprise and the pain that followed. "Don't you dare look back unless I give you permission," he growled, pushing my hips forward until my stomach flattened against the table. The way he handled me roughly sent a fresh rush of wetness between my thighs leaving my core aching in anticipation. A sudden cold squirt of thick gel landed straight on my exposed asshole, making my whole body jolt from the chill of it. My asshole twitched as the l

Abigail's POV.Just then, José pushed the guy off and unbuckled his belt, making his rock-hard, veined monster cock spring out of his jeans. The thick head already glistened with precum, the shaft pulsing with heavy veins that ran all the way down to his heavy balls.The mere sight made my mouth water. I wanted him to fuck me silly with it. "Cat got your tongue?" he mocked, waving his length right in my face."Fuck you," I muttered, even as my thighs trembled."Fuck me? Don't mind if I do," he replied, and with that he slammed into my pussy in one brutal thrust, filling me completely."Fuck!" I cried out, body jerking under him. He grinned, pulled back, and slammed in again, the pool table wobbling violently beneath us.Another biker climbed onto the table and grabbed my hair, forcing his cock past my lips. He shoved straight down my throat without warning, cutting off my next moan. José kept pounding my cunt mercilessly while the second man fucked my face, my spit and his precum dri

Abigail's POV. "What the fuck do you mean?!", I shrieked, looking around at the dark street the car had just conveniently stopped on. The driver held his hand up in front of him, "Miss, look, there's nothing I can do. The best I can do is hitchhike to the nearest gas station and–", he started but I interrupted him mid sentence. "You mean the nearest gas station that's.. oh I don't know over 10 fucking miles away?", I shouted, getting up in his face. He flinched, opened his mouth then closed it and just stared at me. "Look", he said slowly as if he was choosing his words. "I can go to the nearest gas station. We are actually close to a populated place if that's your worry. There's a bar here, I have a few buddies that could help you get a room at a hotel for a night..." , he trailed off. "I can go to the gas station myself and come get you when I get a truck that can toll the car but I was just saying you can stay here and wait. Manhattan is more dangerous than you think an

Sophie POV. "Good, get up," I said while slipping into my robe. My eyes caught my phone on the nightstand and a wicked new idea sparked in my head. I grabbed it and dialed Rose, she picked on the first ring, a yawn escaping her before I could even get a word in. "Are you sleepy?", I asked, my excitement dying down a bit. I wanted revenge yes, but if Rose was still sleeping I could shift this till tomorrow... or not. "Rose, you won't believe what just happened," I whispered, keeping my voice low so Xavier wouldn't hear every word. "No! Tell me what happened", she shrieked, making me flinch as I kept a bit of distance between my ear and the phone. Sheesh. Well someone's excited. "Well", I whispered. "Xavier is practically a slobbering mess. You know that cock ring I ordered online a week ago?", "Shut up! No way! You used it?" "Mmhmm" "OMG!! Girl he is obviously going to be such an orgasm deprived mess right now but do tell how did you use it?" I told her about it, m

Sophie's POV. His eyes lit up at my words as he rushed towards me with renewed vigor. "Ahn ahn ahn", I said, wagging my index finger in his face making him pause. "We fuck by my rules, got it?" "Yes...", he muttered. "I can't hear you", I said, lifting his chin up with a manicured nail. "Yes, Sophie" "Good boy. Now go to the middle of the room and take off your clothes, give me a show. Okay?", I instructed, raising the wine bottle to my lips and taking a swig. The intoxicating taste made my cheeks flush as it wrapped me in it's embrace. He obeyed, taking a step back till he was at the center of the bedroom. "Look at me while you strip", I ordered from the bed, he nodded in response, hand on his shirt. First was his shirt. He made eye contact with me as I asked, undoing each button slowly until a gleam of skin was exposed. The shirt slid off his body in no time, revealing his contour abs and chest. His pants were the next, his fingers rested on his belt as he hesitate

Sophie's POV. He obeyed opening his mouth wide desperately, waiting for the wine to pour out. I almost laughed, the boy who acted so tough in the past now was like a sub trying so desperately to please his mistress. I was about to pour the wine in when an idea hit me. "Stay", I ordered, shoving him back lightly. Walking to the fridge, I opened the fridge. Inside was the ice tray. The plastic was cold and firm in my hand, it was perfect for what I was going to do next. My body spun in his direction, my good boy was still on his knees waiting for me like he should. I climbed onto the bed, kneeling in front of him. The tray sat beside me, droplets beading on the surface. I popped one cube into my mouth, the cold stealing my breath for a second. Leaning in, my fingers grabbed his chin, and pressed my lips to his. His mouth was warm, eager. I pushed the ice across with my tongue, and he took it, his eyes widening at the shock. He didn't swallow it. He knew what to do. His m