Credence Couch Scene Novels & Stories

I said, shifting uncomfortably on the couch between my stepbrothers, Victor and Vincent, as the scene on the TV unfolded into something straight out of a p**n flick, with the actress moaning loud while the guy on screen pounded into her from behind, their bodies slapping together in explicit detail that filled the living room with those wet, rhythmic sounds. Victor, on my left, chuckled low in his throat, his arm draped casually over the back of the couch behind me, his fingers brushing my shoulder every now and then, while Vincent, on my right, just stared at the screen with that intense look he always got when something caught his interest, his knee pressing a little too close to mine. We

We didn’t want to risk staying at a hotel and Caroline thinking that we were doing stuff with other women. Lucien stays in a one bedroom apartment. He offered to let us sleep in his bed, but we had declined. We didn’t think we would even sleep. Instead, we agreed to take turns laying down on the couch. It wasn’t the most comfortable. But we also didn’t trust Lucien one hundred percent. He looked like he wanted to kill us the entire way here. “Yeah, go ahead man.” Nick says, standing up and taking a seat in the armchair. I take the couch and put the cover over myself.

Cole winks at me before they leave the room. I lay panting furiously with the cum leaking out of me onto the couch and sweat covering my body. What just happened?

“Couch. Both of you. Asses up.” They scrambled onto the massive sectional, knees sinking into the buttery leather. Two perfect asses presented to us—smooth, tight, already glistening because someone had clearly prepped them. Kane produced a bottle of lube from the side table—always prepared—and squirted it generously over both holes. I watched as Victor stepped up first, pressing the fat head of his cock against Liam’s pink rim. One brutal push and he sank in halfway. Liam cried out, back arching, but pushed back for more.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I should turn around. Should go back outside and wait until they're done. Should do literally anything other than what I actually do, which is walk further into the house like a complete idiot. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The living room comes into view. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> And I see everything. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Jace is on the couch, completely naked, his tattooed body glistening with sweat. His muscles flex and ripple with every movement — his abs clenching, his thick thighs tensed, his arms bulging as he grips the woman's hips. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

I grumbled. “I looked forward to it.” I sighed. He was massaging my neck down to my back. “I'm sorry my baby. We can do the scene after it. Get you full, eh?” He said pressing kisses all over my face. “What's the scene?” I asked. “Naked on the couch.” He replied, nibbling my ears

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.

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.