Chris Evans Whip Cream Novels & Stories

I felt myself relax my head back into the pillow, and my heart pounded in my chest as I wanted for him to be done with his dare. “What do you prefer? Ice cream or whipped cream?” He asked, and I felt a shaky breath escaped me. “Use any of them.” I whispered nervously. “Okay.” He took the can of whipped cream, and I closed my eyes, as he put the whipped cream on my neck, and ate it off, a small gasp escaped me as he licked my neck provocatively. I felt his hands on my stomach, as he lifted my sweatshirt gently, I opened my eyes to see him putting whipped cream above my belly button, and he leaned in to eat it off while provocatively maintaining eye contact with me.

Jake said in a voice that sounded very sexy to Ann's ears. Jake took a whipped cream bottle, shook the bottle, and then sprayed the whipped cream right over Ann's nipples. “Jake… oh Jake….” Ann sighed as she saw her breast covered in white whipped cream. Jake smiled lustfully. "Bon Appetite," Jake said, starting to lick the white whipped cream on Ann's nipples. “Aaah… So good… Jake… Jake…” Ann sighed, hovering at the peak of pleasure. Her arousal increased, and her entire body responded with a soul-stirring tickling sensation.

Making swift work with his hands, he couldn’t help but put on a little show and threw a bottle of Evan Williams’ Honey Liqueur up into the air, making the crowd around the bar gasp. He caught it behind his back in a flourish of muscles, just like a trick in the Tom Cruise 80s movie, Cocktail. With a hefty pour of the beer and a generous squeeze of fresh orange, he presented the drink to the man. “If that’s not fucking delicious, you can punch me in the face,” Chris

He urged me to take a sip of the coffee. I grab the cup and I observe that the coffee is cold and there is a white cream on top. I might looking at it for too long because Gideon informed me that whip cream is the white one. I am looking at Gideon while I take a sip of this cold coffee. I love it. I finish the whole thing. I lick the remaining coffee on my lips and I saw his attention was transferred to my lips. I put down the cup but he is still looking at my lips. I can feel my face heating up.

she said while shaking the whipped cream. Before I could reply, she sprayed a thick line of whipped cream across my chest. I opened my mouth in protest when she sprayed whipped cream inside, followed by her tongue. My eyes widened in surprise. Without a second thought, I leaned into the kiss. I missed her. The scent of her warm honey vanilla perfume to her soft, supple skin. She moved down to my chest and began licking away the whipped cream in a puppy-like manner. "Haha, that tickles!" I laughed.

"I didn't know what you liked and I figured we could be here a while." "Whip cream?" I uttered with a chuckle as I pulled it out of the bag. He shrugged. "You've always liked it. I thought it might help." I popped the cap and eased it into my mouth. A low moan left my parted lips as I made a slight mess of myself. Tom tsked as his head shook in disbelief. "Still a messy eater, huh." His lean finger crawled over my lips in a clean swift and into his mouth. "There's more." His voice was low as he leaned in, edging over my lips.

Min questioned, head tilted to the side with a grin. "The waffle looks way better Mr. Min," I laughed and he followed suit, shoulders shaking slightly in a giggle. He turned around with a sigh and opened his fridge that by the way was completely stocked and placed whipped cream in front of me. "Only if you saw better Soph."

He murmured huskily, taking off his chef coat, revealing his delicious shirtless body. He reached for the can of whipped cream, gave it a shake, and sprayed a swirl across his abs just above his waistband. The white cream against his bronzed skin made my breath hitch. "That’s indecent.” He grinned as he stepped back. “Why don't you come and fix it then?” I slid off the counter to my knees, heat burning in my face. I bent forward, darting my tongue out to lick a line through the cream, making him groan. I chased every drop, sucking lightly at his skin until it was clean.

1 Year Later… “Who dips french fries in their ice cream? That should be illegal. Thou shalt not kill. Thou shalt not commit adultery. Thou shalt not defile perfectly good fries with ice cream,” I tease Evan, grimacing as he dips another fry into his Wendy’s Frosty. He grins, completely unfazed. “You don’t know what you’re missing. It’s the perfect combo—salty and sweet. Like little orgasms for your tastebuds.” I smirk, leaning in close. “I’ll give you an orgasm for your mouth.”

He gives me a smile as I walk over, putting the cake mix into the cart. "Can you grab the vanilla icing for me." I point up at the top shelf. I watch as he grabs the vanilla icing and a can of whip cream. "Adam doesn't eat whip cream on his cake," I say as he places them in the cart. "It's not for the cake, it's to put on you tonight." He says smirking. I wrap my arms around his waist as I look up at him smiling. "How bout we add some strawberries to the whip cream?"