Credence Couch Scene Novels & Stories

he answered quickly, and my cock bursted my seed on the couch. Maxwell kept slamming while I slipped down to my knees, stomach resting on the couch weakly, Williams’ weight on me as a deep grunt filled the thick air. I didn't know what was happening above me but we all slid from the couch, cocks slipping out as we lay sprawled on the floor, trying to catch our breaths.

I slumped against the couch and my head lolled to the side. I fast-forwarded through the rest of the night. Cassandra stayed near me for maybe thirty minutes then disappeared from view. The footage showed me passed out on that couch for hours. Alone. Nobody touched me and I did not move at all except for breathing. At six twenty-three in the morning, Cassandra reappeared. She looked satisfied and pleased with herself. She checked her appearance in a mirror then left through the front door. I rewound and watched three more times. There was no footage of us together. No footage of anything sexual. Just Cassandra giving me a drink that knocked me unconscious.

"Let's watch the movie." Jeke hesitates for a moment before moving to sit beside you on the couch, careful not to invade your personal space too much. Lucas plops down on your other side, grinning mischievously as he stretches his arm across the back of the couch. Nicolas takes a seat in an armchair nearby, his intense gaze never leaving you. Levi settles onto the floor in front of you, leaning against your legs comfortably. As Nicolas presses play, the opening credits of Fifty Shades of Grey fill the screen. The room is filled with a palpable tension, each boy stealing glances at you and each other, wondering what the night has in store.

He apologised to me and promised there'd be no more lying or misbehaving. And that brings us to now, where I'm sat on our usual couch at the club with Cole kneeling at my feet. He's been very good over the weekend so I've planned a nice scene for tonight that he will love. I'll tie him to the cross and tease him with a vibrator and nipple clamps until he's begging for release. Then I'll end it with a rough fuck on the bed and let him cum whenever he wants. The only problem is I told Cole we'd be doing a scene tonight so he's grown very impatient throughout the show. His head rubs against my leg, trying to get my attention but I just ignore him and keep my attention on the two men having sex

Inviting and urging him to ruin me, right there on the couch. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered. I didn’t. His mouth found mine—rougher than Cane’s ever was, tasting of scotch and pent-up everything. His hands roamed freely under my shirt, his calloused palms on my skin. I arched into him, “Hmm, yess.” I moaned straight into his ears as his fingers slipped beneath my shorts, finding me already wet. We didn’t make it to a bedroom. Right there on the couch, with Cane asleep two floors up, Zac pushed my shorts down, freed himself, and sank into me, slow—inch by thick inch—eyes locked on mine the whole time.

with anyone who would listen. "You can't go soft on a capitalist," she said. "As long as we stick together and make a scene, she'll definitely be scared. Trust me. Today, she'll give us what we want." Layla sat beside her, smiling politely and nodding along every now and then. At exactly 9:00 am, I walked into the conference room. Every pair of eyes snapped toward me instantly—some gleeful, some just watching for drama, some openly greedy. I walked to the front, ignored the prepared slides, and slowly scanned the crowd. Then, I said, "First, I'd like to apologize to everyone."

The video kept playing. On screen, a dark figure climbed out of the couch. The lighting was too dim to make out a face, but the silhouette was unmistakably a woman's. She walked straight over to Adam, who was asleep on the couch, and slipped into his arms. They kissed, and then it went further than that. Just before dawn, the woman crept back inside the couch, and the lid closed behind her. The court clerk played several more clips. Every single one showed the same thing. A woman climbing out of that couch every night and sleeping with Adam.

The power never came back that night. By 3 a.m. the apartment had turned into a furnace and we were a wreck: sweat, cum, and pussy juice everywhere. Caleb had passed out on the couch, chest rising slow, that big dick finally soft against his thigh, still glistening with both of us. I let him sleep for one hour. Just one. Then I woke him with my mouth on his balls just to watch his eyes roll back when he realized this wasn’t a dream.

Threesome. By the time I finished my skincare escape routine in the bathroom, the world had… shifted. Caden was stretched out on the sofa bed, scrolling his phone like he wasn’t radiating danger. Damian laid on the other side of the couch, one arm behind his head, shirt unbuttoned enough to be illegal. The lamp cast low, golden shadows across hard muscle and sharper edges. I hesitated at the foot of the bed. “This is… my damnation,” I muttered.