Cringe Books Novels & Stories

You'll be able to find me on various SM pl@forms so make sure you come check in on the latest :) I am currently working on more Mafia romances, a new series called The Notorious Five. If you haven't read this, you will want to as it is so much better than Cruz, darker and grittier. This is the series that has taken up most of my time and if you read the books, you will see why. They are constantly updated and the series is almost finished. If you find me on SM, you'll be able to find out where the works are :)

The swollen head looked angry and ready, glistening as he positioned himself to plunge into whichever tight, begging hole he chose first. The air crackled with filthy, electric anticipation... mother and daughter still on their knees, breasts heaving and shiny, pussies dripping and aching emptily, both of them shamelessly begging to be filled and used.

He looked dangerously hot. I quickly logged into my OnlyFans, my hands shaking with excitement. I made a quick post: **“Something brand new for you guys… I’m going live right now. You’re not ready for this 😈”**

He uncrossed his legs slowly, and I could see the full outline of his thick, hard cock straining against his trousers. The head looked swollen, pressing insistently against the fabric. He was breathing heavier now, his broad chest rising and falling as he fought to maintain his professional composure. “I keep imagining strong hands on my body,” I continued, my voice shaky and breathy. “Fingers spreading my pussy open. A hot tongue licking my clitoris until I’m shaking. A thick cock stretching me wide open and fucking me until I squirt everywhere My breathing had grown heavy. I was practically panting now.

I begin scanning titles desperately, hoping to find something useful. Maybe something like: How To Stop Embarrassing Yourself By Flirting With Straight Men. Or perhaps: Self-Control: Please, For The Love Of God. Nothing. Not even close. I feel deeply offended. There is absolutely a market for those books. I cannot possibly be the only person suffering from this very specific life crisis. Rachel drifts down the aisle behind me, pretending to browse

I dropped the books that I was carrying and looked up into the eyes of my crush. I flushed, embarrassment flooded me. I apologized and stooped down to grab my things. It was awkward because I was wearing a tight skirt. He might be able to see my plain cotton panties like this. Heat crawled up my neck. I tried to ignore him and my racing heart. His next move had me almost hyperventilating. Instead of continuing on, he knelt down to help me gather my books. "Hey, sorry about that," he said. I was tongue-tied. I had no witty remarks, but I managed to say, "It happens."

I promise I’m also doing everything I can to bring you guys quality interesting works and not have you hanging always. See you in my other books for now and don’t forget to shower some love for Arabella and Alexander. Love you all.

She tosses the skirt to me, and as I catch it, I see a black rib panty. "You're going to need it for your short skirt," Debbie says. I couldn't help but hug her. The underwear I was wearing were grannies my mom bought for me. Before we return downstairs, Debbie changes the red fishnet body suit and boot to black. She cashes out my items, and I'm surprised when she tells me the price. I had only half of the money. "I'm sorry for wasting your time, Debbie," I say. "But I cannot afford these."

~NORA~ From the moment I set my eyes on Nathan's pants and noted the outline of his cock that strained unabashedly against his pants, I'd been craving this. To have that thick cock on my lips, my tongue flicking around the tip shamelessly, just like I was doing right now. To taste the milkiness of his cum and watch it drip down my thick breasts. Fuck! He arched further against me, his cock throbbing with his head thrown backward while blessing my ears with grunts and guttural groans.