Cream Sin Novels & Stories

“Crystal! Christie Swan, except for the fact that Stefano Graziani wasn't born to follow the rules.” “He hung up on me! The idiot had the nerve to hang up on me” right now I'm feeling an annoyance of epic proportions. I put my laptop aside and get up abruptly, I'll do something I only do when I'm furious. I walk to the kitchen and take out the choco-brownie ice cream tub I save for moments like this, and the whipped cream, go back to my bedroom and sit down to devour it while I rant against an asshole named Stefano Graziani.

“Boss!” Tall, has a strong build, and is damn hot in his white long sleeves that are unbuttoned from the first three. The black suit is draped stylishly to his shoulder. Black pants and leather black boots. The black mask that covers his face, red hot ombre dyed hair, and a pair of blue eyes, captivating and hot. He draws a sinister smile after a smirk. Walking towards the bunch of still-living thugs. He then crouches down, holds a person’s unconscious state, and disappointedly slaps his face before asking for alcohol and a handkerchief that he then and quickly commands with a gesture to burn.

I knew it wouldn’t be easy having to stifle my moans so I wouldn’t be heard, but it only added to the pleasure. That night and the morning after, I enjoyed everything Seth, from his kisses to his soft touches down to those deep thrusts that had me begging for more. What is cheating in the grand scheme of things? The horrifying fact that you know what you are doing is by all means wrong, but the fun of doing it adds to the excitement, so this is what Michael enjoys. “Another round?” I asked out of fear, though deep down wanting it so bad. Seth is so scary; we have done it for hours, and he keeps going nonstop. Is it because he is young blood or is he just obsessed with me?

Slim I leaned against my car in the parking lot, waiting for the familiar sound of the bell to signal the end of the school day. Feeling restless, I absentmindedly touched the cut on my cheek, then reached for the cigarette I had tucked behind my ear. I lit it up and took a deep drag, letting the smoke fill my lungs before exhaling slowly. As the bell rang, I dropped the cigarette on the ground and extinguished it with my shoe. The doors swung open, and students spilled out, eager to escape the building. People approached me, much to my displeasure. Being popular seemed to make sense to others, but it held no appeal for me. I disliked social interactions of any kind, but I tolerated them.

I bring it closer to my mouth and suck on the straw. I close my eyes, savoring the taste. I can't let Damien ruin this night for me. Never. After finishing the content in the glass, I place it on the tray. I actually feel like I can fly and I feel soooooo happy. I place my head on the table and close my eyes, swallowing the aftertaste of the cocktail in the form of saliva. I sit up and motion for the waiter to come closer. “Can I have one more cup please? It can be our little secret.”

“Don’t run from it. Take what Daddy gives you.” I came with a sharp cry, thighs shaking violently around his head as the orgasm ripped through me. Damien kept licking me through every wave, drawing it out until I was whimpering and oversensitive. When he finally pulled back, his lips and chin were shiny with my arousal. He looked up at me with dark, satisfied eyes. “Delicious,” he rasped. “Even sweeter than I dreamed.”

Their cocks twitched visibly while Caleb’s dick continued to drip with precum. Honestly, I had no idea when Caleb even cum. I was so occupied and focused on my own pleasure that I hadn’t noticed. But now, staring at his cum dripping from his cock onto my shoulder, I subconsciously ran my tongue across my lips, eager to taste that thick, warm load. My mouth watered at the sight, my tongue itching to lick every drop of his cum from his throbbing cock. “Look at me, Susan!” Ryan’s voice suddenly rang out with commanding authority. I instantly averted my gaze toward him.