Adam Sandler Drip Novels & Stories

"What if the number 8 was actually a big 0 wearing a waist trainer?" Dre, the top epsilon looked up at Adam in pure confusion. "Think about it." Adam continued and Dre shook his head and then went back to what he was doing. They were resting against the kitchen island, Adam munching on an apple having those what-if thoughts, and Dre going through his phone. Izan walked into the kitchen putting on sweatpants and no shirt, a small towel hanging around his neck.

She decided to take a walk around the yacht because she didn't get to finish her last night. She noticed a pool and as she opened the door leading to the pool she saw Adam, shirtless with his laptop. He was working. She stood at the corner watching him. He was beautiful, his 6 packs flexed every time he stretched to grab his coffee. The breeze blew his hair and his eyes were as blue as the sea. Maddy could not get enough of his beauty, she didn't know how long she stood there looking at him until he spoke. "You must be tired from standing in Madison. I know the view is splendid but don't you think you have gotten enough of it? He said with a smirk on his face.

After settling it down, both of them took a breathe of relief. "Finally, its done." Skyler gulped the whole glass of watet in a gulp. Savannah signalled her to pass the water bottle to her. "How long will this Adam take?" Skyler was getting impatient. "Have some patience." Savannah tried to stop her getting impatient. Skyler phone pinged with a message. Before, Savannah could ask her she was out of sight. Savannah knew that it was Adam's message asking her to come downstairs that's why she ran like a rocket out of the room.

“Drooling all over my cock, with tears running down your pretty face. You love this, don’t you? Love being on your knees for me in a club where anyone could hear you choking on me.” I moaned loudly around his length, the vibration making him groan and push deeper. Saliva dripped down my chin onto my breasts, making the lace bra wet and translucent. My nipples were aching, my pussy throbbing and empty, still leaking his earlier load. Adrian suddenly pulled me off his cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting my swollen lips to his glistening shaft. “Spit on it,” he ordered. I gathered saliva in my mouth and let it drip messily onto his cock, watching it slide down the thick length.

“Oh yeah, I remember you. You’ve been around for a bit. I was just telling my colleague, Sade, how beautiful she is. Hard to believe she’s got four kids.” Adamo let out a tight chuckle. “Yes, she is. What company are you from again?” Trenton pointed to his name tag. “Adler. We specialize in topicals.” Adamo’s jaw ticked. “So, you’re a scientist or a salesman?” Trenton chuckled. “Scientist.” He turned back to Sade, flashing her a wink. “Don’t forget that number.” With that, he walked away. Sade exhaled, reaching for a drink. “Are you getting something?” she asked Adamo.

A quick look at my cousin revealed that she was mentally envisioning their kids being able to sing like their dad. “Yes, he does. He won't say because he is modest about it, but he is the lead singer of this small band Hills and Plains. Tell them, Adam.” Nancy had no qualms about giving the information I was pretty sure Adam didn't want most to know about, and I saw the quiet anger on his face. He raised his eyes and they clashed with mine. I wonder if he realized his brows were arched and that his eyes were stormy. «He is troubled,» Matthew said sadly. «He needs a friend»

I shyly repeated. “Oh I see ! Thanks !!” he smiled and drank his energy drink straight from the bottle and I only drooled as I watched his beautifully shaped Adam’s Apple bob up and down as he drank the drink in one gulp without spilling even a drop or gagging. What if he drank me in between my legs just like that ? “What the fuck, San !?” Sierra growled. “Stop giving us both fucking arousing thoughts and making our panties uncomfortably wet !!!” she hissed.

It was coming from the door that led to the busier part of the company and I would be lying if I said I wasn't interested in whoever was coming down. The moment he rounded the corner and stepped into the reception, I froze. Green eyes that I struggled to forget lazily raked over me, irritation clearly built in them. He ran his fingers through his brown hair as his hand silently worked on his phone. The knots in my stomach tightened with the mere sight of him in his designer suit. Never again did I think our paths would cross. But right here, and right now, I was staring at Adam. Adam fucking Sandler.

Adam pulled out his phone and dialed Dixon. "Hey, dude." Adam said, enthusiasm clear in his voice. "What do you want, Adam?" Dixon said, bored on the other end. "I think I found something you might be interested in." "What's that?" "I'm coming to your office now." "Okay. Can you please get me coffee from Starbucks when coming?" "Dude, get your own damn coffee." Dixon hung up before he could even finish talking. Rude. I will get you, Trevor, even if it's the last thing I do.

She said he looked familiar on purpose. She wanted to see if Adam would admit his identity. “Hello, Miss Caroline. I’m Adam Snyder, President Henry’s partner. Nice to meet you.” As soon as Adam finished speaking, Carol responded with a series of mocking remarks. “There is no need for such niceties, Mr. Adam. I’m just a woman who relies on men to support herself. You, on the contrary, are a young talent and self-made entrepreneur whose company is about to go public. You’re truly an exceptional talent.”