Crk Stories Novels & Stories

Sara His cock always tasted crazily good. That was why I kept coming back for more. I would say I was slowly becoming addicted to it, which isn't a good sign. He's Layla's father. Layla's my best friend. Someone I shouldn’t even have a dirty thought about. I had betrayed her and didn't even feel that guilty about it. And even now, with her downstairs, I couldn't think about anything else but getting pleasured by her father. Carson gripped my head tighter, shoving his cock deeper inside my mouth.

Since it was a Saturday, the children could play as much as they liked. … Old Crows Town was a small town. From above, the outline of the town looked like a crow with black outlines and everything. No one knew how exactly how long Old Crow Town had been around. Not even Old Cabbage, the oldest man in the town. Many of the members in the town had either migrated there or the members of the older generation who knew anything about the town’s history were long dead.

“Now bounce on it. I want to see that tight little asshole swallowing every inch. Don’t you dare stop.” The $1000 alert still fresh in my mind made me feel reckless. I got on my knees properly, ass high in the air facing the camera, and started bouncing. Slowly at first….lifting up until just the thick head stretched my hole, then slamming my ass back down, taking more and more with every drop.

I always craved something more intense, something that would push me to my limits and beyond, leaving me broken and begging. That's what led me to this stupid idea on Christmas Eve. I was alone in my cramped apartment, the snow outside building up against the windows like a white prison wall. Bored out of my mind, I pulled out this ancient book I'd snagged from a shady thrift store downtown. It was all about old Alpine myths, and tucked away in the yellowed pages was a ritual for summoning Krampus… not the watered-down version from holiday movies, but the genuine article, the horned devil who dragged the wicked straight to hell for their sins.

Because no matter how awful this sounds… part of me still sees the boy downstairs laughing in our living room five minutes ago. “Nova,” Ava says carefully now, “what are you gonna do with the recording?” I stop pacing. I can already see it. All of the headlines, the many clicks... the attention... all of it. This story would finally put me ahead of Mia Thompson for good. “You’re not seriously thinking about posting that tonight, are you?” Ava asks. I don't know. To be honest, part of me already has the article halfway written in my head. Ridgeview Captain Involved in Pregnancy Scandal. No. That's too tabloid-ish. Wolves Captain Facing Serious Allegations...

I felt like a piece of meat in front of hungry wolves. Suddenly Vadas was in front of me, his lips pressing against mines. I stiffened in surprise. He placed one hand on my waist and another on my neck dragging me closer, deepening the kiss, asking for entrance which I granted him, enjoying the moment. Until we heard somebody clear his throat and parted, a low growl coming from him. It was Ketiri. “So I assume you like this one.” She smiled sheepishly. “Yes, pack it. I’ll write down her address” Vadas responded. Squeezing my waist.

Rose’s POV “He talked,” Knives said the second he walked back into the apartment. “I’m heading out.” It had been several hours, and while Grace had been cooking dinner for the three of us, Cracker had been introducing me to a series about two brothers who were fighting ghosts, monsters, and demons. It was a tad too scary for me, but I didn’t want to be a scaredy-cat all my life, so I tried to suck it up.

"But you're twenty-seven year old, Cleavira. My Gosh! Two months from now you would turn twenty-eight. Don't you want to have your own family? Or even have kids and be a mother?" "Of course, I want it. I want to have my own family and experience to be a mother." "But you're not into relationship. There's a lot of guys out there who want to court you but you rejected them all. I haven't see you dating with anyone. Why not try to meet someone or give chance to one of your suitors?" "You know what happened a year ago, right?" "Uhm, yeah. Cleavira, I know it's really hard to trust again after all the things that happened to you a years ago but how long will you chained yourself in the past?"

What she doesn’t know is about what Ryan says made it was a payoff for his father’s debt to her father. Ryan's father was heavily indebted to her father because of his addiction to gambling, alcohol, and women. Until he was forced to sell his share in the restaurant to her father so that his creditor would not sue him. That was what she knew had really happened and was different from what her husband was now saying and shouting in her face.

He moves so fast I cannot even remember the faces of people I speak to. “Please,” I ask him “Slow down.” My feet ache and my muscles are sore. I have long since dropped the flowers on some random table, hoping silently they would burn and take the building and everyone in it. My fingers grasp onto a glass and I gulp down water quickly, my throat parched from flimsy small talk. The wedding will be in the papers. I can see the headline now- Two Crime Families Put Aside Differences; I knew the papers would sell quickly. Crime sold. I would know. My name had been in the papers since the day I was born thanks to my father. New York would tremble underneath me if I wanted it to. I dripped in cashm