Chris Evans Whip Cream Novels & Stories

“Heh! Very ambitious dream.” Chris and Eric scoffed in unison. “What? You want to send me to prison?” Eva’s lips curled up in disdain “Is that why you have such an impressive line up?” “Prison???” Chris let out a shallow laugh “Wouldn’t that be letting you off too easy??” “Do I look that easy to bully?” Chris turned his gaze towards Eva; his gaze had the flames from hell, enough to burn her into eighteen levels of hell.

He reached for the can of whipped cream we’d left on the coffee table from our earlier dessert—strawberries and cream, how fitting. “Trust me?” he asked, shaking the can. I nodded, breathless. He sprayed a dollop right on my clit, the cold sweetness making me shiver. “Oh God…” Then his mouth was there, warm tongue lapping at the cream, mixing with my own wetness. It was messy, decadent—whipped cream smearing on his lips as he ate me out like I was the best treat he’d ever had. His fingers joined in, two sliding inside me, curling just right to hit that spot. I moaned loudly, my hips lifting off the couch. “Yes, right there… don’t stop.”

I remark, eyeing the mountain of cream skeptically. “Exactly,” she replies, her tone dripping with triumph. With deliberate ease, she dips a finger into the whipped cream and licks it clean, her tongue tracing her finger with a slow, satisfied hum. Her pink lips curl in delight, glistening in the light, and I can’t help but notice how the motion draws attention to the curve of her smile.

The brush patted in oil paint is a humble instrument, unworthy of doing justice to portray how beautiful he is. My Evan. The way his lips tilt to smug smirk whenever he’s about to ravish me had me grinning from ear to ear. I love the way his eyes would narrow to slits every time I’d bite on his lips, or every time I’d kiss him to hide his excitement. Words are unnecessary, for his brown eyes say it all. The chamomile tea I made earlier is now cold, for I was so engrossed in painting Evan’s beautiful face. With the cold ceramic cup at hand, my lips clamped on one side, sipping the chilly drink.

I asked confused. "Well, why adjust a top if it's about to have whipped cream on it?" He stated. I raised an eyebrow at him. What are yo-" I gasped as he sprayed me with a bottle of whipped cream. When the hell did he even grab it! I sped to the side of him, reaching into the pantry and grabbed the bottle of chocolate fudge sauce we use for ice cream. I popped the cap and glared at him. He was just smirking at me in response.

I teased. “It’s sweet” he said. I raised a brow at him “you’re not even eating” I countered. He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he set the ice cream aside and grabbed the whipped cream, shaking it before popping the nozzle. The first dollop landed right between my breasts, thick and white, glistening under the lamplight. I gasped, my back arching involuntarily. “Liam…” His grin turned feral. He lowered his head and licked down the trail “like I said, it’s sweet”

“Couldn’t sleep?” I swallowed hard, trying to sound casual even though my pulse was racing. “Too hot upstairs. I need water.” His gaze dropped to my chest, lingering on my stiff nipples pressing against the thin fabric. “Yeah… definitely feels hot tonight.” He grabbed the can of whipped cream from the counter, the same one from earlier, and shook it slowly, deliberately. “Want some?” I stepped closer, the island counter between us suddenly feeling like both protection and a challenge. “Sure.”

Adeline glanced at him, “You still remember?” Chris raised his both eyebrows as a response to her before realizing that she was talking about the food. Corn dog is Adeline’s childhood favorite food, and it’s no surprise Chris knows about it. “Of course. I know everything about you.” Chris boasted. Adeline smiled at him with sincerity, which apparently made him blush as he started to panic, and tried to scoop a spoon of ice cream, eating it straight. A sudden brain freeze occurred to Chris, but he maintained his cool side to avoid getting embarrassed in front of his friend. He eased the pain he’s feeling in his gums and pretend everything’s fine.

Squeezing the cold whip cream on both of her warm breasts. Kenneth snickered looking at Kita's widen- eyes and facial expression as the cold whip cream made contact with her skin.

He pulled out, leaving me gasp for breath as he trailed kisses on my neck, my cheeks, my ears, causing me to let out soft giggles. He grabbed my breasts and pinched my nipples as my body shuddered. I can't help but release juices once he touched my nipples. A wave of pleasure flashed over my eyes and I kept it fixed on him. “Do you like it?” He inquired with a smirk and I nodded obediently, wanting more. He picked the whipped cream on the countertop and splattered on my tits. He settled in, landing his lips on my tits to lick off the whipped cream. “Diego….”I moaned his name while he was sucking off the whipped cream from my tits.