Credence Couch Scene Novels & Stories

Jacob nodded once and we moved deeper into the living room. Everything looked untouched.. a couch.. a TV and a half-finished cup of coffee on the table. Like someone just… left. “Okay,” I said softly. “This is officially creepy.” Ashley leaned closer. “Still better than outside.” “Low bar.” Derek crossed his arms. “We shouldn’t stay long.” “No one asked you,” I shot back. “Guys...” Ashley started. A sound cut her off.. a sharp metallic click. We all froze and my stomach dropped.

Cara slipped off her dress and stood naked in full view of the deputy. Only Bohdan could see what was going on from the cells, his cell was against an adjacent wall. Rancid and Isaac were on the same side as Cara and Ashley. The deputy signaled for Cara to assume the position and she did backing up to the bars and pressing her smooth round buttocks between them. “Bend over bitch, and grab your ankles, this is going to be fun,” the deputy said. Cara looked over to Bohdan who was watching, sitting on his bench.

(Jaxon’s POV) She’s flat on her stomach in the middle of the mattress, legs spread just wide enough for me to settle between them. The sheets are wrecked—damp patches everywhere, the faint chlorine smell of shower water still clinging to our skin mixed with the thick, heady scent of sex that’s been building since we woke up. Cressida’s ass is up slightly, back dipped in that perfect arch she makes when she’s begging without words. Her hair’s fanned across the pillow, dark strands sticking to her neck from the shower. I can see the faint red marks on her hips from where I gripped her last night, and fresh ones blooming now from my thumbs pressing in as I line myself up.

“First room done. Keep it inside like a good cumdump.” They dragged her into the living room next. The same couch where she and Mark used to cuddle while watching movies. Jax sat down and pulled Emma onto his lap reverse cowgirl, impaling her plugged ass on his cock after yanking the plug free. The stretch made her cry out. Marcus knelt in front of her and drove into her pussy, turning it into a messy double penetration right there on her marital sofa. The couch creaked violently as they bounced her between them.

After all, the couch has seen more action than our bed lately, no sense in not keeping the necessities at hand. Jazz grins at me briefly when he sees my hunt has been successful, but when he tries to turn over I just lean into him, pinning him with my weight so that he has to stay on his back. Confusion remains on his face as he watches me squirt lube onto my palm, but he doesn't resist when I grab his cock and stroke it a few times, then nudge his right leg up towards the backrest of the couch so that I can reach his

DEX. "Do you want to come here?" Veronica asks after a long while, and I turn my head to her, my eyes moving down her body before I shake my head. "No. I’m good on the couch. The rain will be over soon, so…" I trail off, and I watch as she starts to get out of bed.

Bode stepped forward, falling searingly on the single couch in sight. The room which was both the living room as well as the bedroom was quite large with kegs of different color neatly arranged behind the door and a cup placed downwards on a medium-sized drum and a rug roughly placed - a weary bed stationed at the end of the room. Two plastic chairs were beside a forlorn table with tins of milk scattered on it, a large sack leaning against its legs with bowls containing different spices laying beside it. Two traveling bags peeped behind the raised curtain as sunrays peered through the windowbinds. Bode stretched his bare legs across the rug, glaring hard at the standing lady.

“There were women topless. Red lights. I remember thinking I’d stepped into the wrong world.” Kade’s posture shifts—alert now. “I chased her into the back hallway,” I say quietly. “Purple curtains. Little rooms. People everywhere.” I huff out a breath. “I was mortified.” Vex’s thumb starts a slow, steady rhythm against my back. “I found an empty room at the end. Champagne on the table. Red lights.” My grip on the mug loosens. “I was calling an Uber when a man spoke behind me.” The air changes.

A large, plush couch sat in the center of the room, facing a small fireplace that crackled with a low, inviting flame. "Wow," Chad breathed, taking in the intimate, homey atmosphere. "This is amazing." Cassandra beamed, delighted by his reaction. "I'm so glad you like it," she said, crossing over to a small bar cart in the corner. "Can I get you a drink?" Chad nodded, sinking down onto the couch with a contented sigh. "That would be perfect." Cassandra mixed up two cocktails - a dirty martini for herself and a whiskey neat for Chad. She handed him his glass, curling up beside him on the couch as she sipped hers.

he said. She sat on the couch. The coffee was good. He sat at the other end of the couch — not the careful-distance end, not pressed against the armrest, just the natural end, the way two people sat when they had stopped performing casualness and were just being somewhere together. Biscuit had materialized from wherever Nathan had left her — apparently she had standing access to 3B through a complicated arrangement Caleb described only as it evolved — and was asleep between them, which solved several spatial questions.