Chris Evans Whip Cream Novels & Stories

Instead, she leaned against the counter, right across from me, popped the green top off a strawberry, and held it up. "Want one?" she asked, her eyes locked onto mine. "They're incredibly sweet." "No, thank you." "Your loss." She dipped the berry directly into the whipped cream, a small dollop catching on the tip. She brought it to her lips, biting it in half slowly. A tiny speck of white cream remained on her lower lip. She looked directly at me, her tongue darting out to lick it away with agonizing slowness. "Mmm. Delicious."

“Hey! You found the place. Run into any problems?” Whitney looked up from her intertwined fingers to find Hollis’ toothy grin. The grey in her eyes seemed to darken as she slid into a chair facing the smiling artist. “Nope! GPS is a lifesaver. I’ve got one built into my Prius.” Whitney picked up her paper menu and scanned it for something sugary. She had a ridiculous sweet tooth. “What’s the closest thing to a Frappuccino here?”

She asked but my brain was blank, I couldn’t figure out what to say. “He likes anything sweet, he’s not picky though” Chris filled in for me while I stood staring at her in utter surprise. “Okay then, he’ll have mocha with whipped cream please” She ordered while eyeing the waiter warily. “What are you guys doing here anyway?” Selena decided to ask.

"Oh, come on guys! Grocery for the whole month is on me." They stopped and turned to him with a grin. He blinked and shook his head. "It shouldn't exceed 10K!" They started typing on his phone and sent it to him. He sighed and looked at Harvey who had that cake in his hand. He approached him and blew the candle. "Thanks, ~~" He stopped when someone just put a plate of whip cream on his face. "Fuck." He mumbled and licked his lips. They started laughing and celebrating as they escorted him to his room.

She wasn’t exactly sure how to describe how it made her feel. She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly then came back inside and sat at the kitchen island. Edward placed a bowl of fresh fruit and a bowl of fresh vanilla flavored whipped cream that he had put together in a metal whip cream canister. “Wow. That’s pretty handy,” Meredith examined the whip cream canister that Edward left out in case she needed more. “Where’d you get this? “I asked Estrella for one at the last family dinner,” Edward shrugged like it was nothing then came around to sit next to her at the island. He then said in a low voice that was extremely luring and hypnotic, “Here… Let me…”

But first, I want to add a little sugar. I popped the top off of the whipped cream can, watching her eyes twinkle with excitement as I did so. Then I crawled onto the bed, looming over her and trapping her beneath me before I slid my free hand between her tits, feeling her silky skin. My other hand trailed the cool can over her mounds as her back arched off of my bed and I swear her nipples got impossibly harder. Yeah, she wanted this as badly as I did. I squeezed a small amount of whipped cream onto one nipple before I lowered down and took it into my mouth.

There's a note on it. "Get creative. There's whipping cream and chocolate you can melt. Thank me later" ****************************************************

he said as he kept on comforting me, "But she doesn't know that," "She will," he smiled as he cupped my face,"Mate, bonds are powerful, remember?" --- "Okay guys, how about this? I hope you know CPR, because you took my breath away," I almost spit out the ice tea I was drinking and muffled in the snort to hold back the laughter as Carter continue to spurt some pick up lines. Lucas made a loud chuckle that made every one of us burst out in laughter, because Carter decided to use pick-up lines once he will talk with Eve. He decided that maybe a bouquet of flowers wouldn't work, so he thought that he needed some pick-up lines for Eve.

Damien grabbed whip cream and loaded two big scoops on my plate. Chris's eyebrows shot up to me noticing a small white pill fall from Damien's hand and into the whip cream. I gave Damien a thankful smile then eat up every last drop, ensuring the pill was swallowed unnoticed.

“Mmm, not bad, Ava. Not bad at all.” “Not bad?” I teased. “That’s all you have to say?” Chris swallowed, then licked the powdered sugar off of his fingers with a flourish. “Mm, yes… the flavor of the lemons is perfectly balanced by… is that a hint of cyanide I taste?” I rolled my eyes, fighting back a grin as I swatted at his arm. “You’re insufferable. And drunk.” “Guilty as charged.” Chris grinned widely, already pouring himself another glass of wine. “And you’re avoiding the matter at hand.” He waved another lemon tart lazily in front of my face. “If you made these, then you should feed one to me.”