Savor Novels & Stories

My mouth opened in a silent scream as wave after wave of pleasure crashed down on me, stealing my breath. But he wasn’t done. He slowly withdrew his fingers, watching the way I trembled. Then, locking eyes with me, he lifted them to his mouth and sucked them clean—slow and deliberate. “Mmm,” he groaned, lips curling into a wicked smile. “You taste so sweet.” And I was already burning for more. Josh settled between my thighs, his cock thick and hard as he dragged it slowly along my soaked slit. The heat of him made my hips buck, desperate—but he didn’t give me what I wanted. Not yet.

The smell of her sex caused him to salivate and he quickly lowered himself between her thighs, lapping up as much of her as he could, sucking and inhaling her essence. After he'd eaten his fill, he slipped himself into her hungry mouth and began to feed her as well. Each had a mutual love of oral sex. There was nothing that he loved more than being able to taste and kiss every inch of her chocolate body. She was a delicacy that he never tired of.

"Honey, what's wrong? It doesn't taste good? I knew it must taste terrible without any seasoning. Don't cry. I'll make a new one for you. It's all my fault!" "No... Boohoo..." Savannah cried and shook her head, her mouth full of rice. "It's Delicious, it's so delicious!" "Uh..." Callan was shocked. He was scared to death! Why was she crying since it tasted yummy? His wife was becoming more and more like a child." Savannah stuffed another sushi into her mouth before she could finish the former one. She wept while gobbling with her cheeks puffed. "It's, it's so delicious. It's been a long time since I've had such delicious food."

“You just said it isn't alcoholic, so what exactly would it be doing for me?” “It'll make you feel better, I promise. Sugar and alcohol aren't very different.” “If you say so,” I said, and took a huge swig of the bottle. Its sweetness washed over my tongue and into my throat, reminding me of exactly why I loved the flavor in the first place. It had a slight tangy taste to it, but I didn't pay too much attention to it. I turned to Savannah, who had a small smile on her face. “What do you think?” she asked. “It's fucking great.”

All her inhibitions vanished as she opened her mouth wide to take him in, savouring the taste and texture that filled her senses. Savita's gaze was fixed on Isabella, a profound sense of delight washing over her as she witnessed the sheer pleasure radiating from her. Isabella's touch was masterful, enveloping him with an unrestrained passion. Savita found herself captivated, an undeniable admiration blossoming within her for the way Isabella embraced his masculinity with such confident abandon. The sight of Isabella's lips forming a perfect, sensual seal around him excited Savita, a yearning to partake in this intoxicating dance of intimacy.

"Do you not need to eat?" "I'll eat whenever I feel like it. I do not suffer the same dependency on food like other demons." "I see." Vanora returned her attention to her meal then cut off a chunk of meat. The moment the flavour and taste hit her, her eyes lit up a little and a sound of pleasant surprise escaped her. "Mm!" She could tell that he gave her something of premium quality yet again. It tasted so good that she worried if she would no longer be satisfied with anything below this. /Mm... I can't be spoiled like this./

I gave one long, broad lick from her opening up to her clit, which was still hiding inside its hood. I knew what I smelled like, but I'd been worried I wouldn't like the taste of someone else. I'd told myself I'd soldier on, no matter what. I shouldn't have worried. Sarah's flavor wasn't good. It was exquisite. Sweet and tangy, just a little earthy, it tasted like her. Excitedly, I dove back in running my tongue around her delicate folds, savoring as much of her nectar as I could find.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Her hair is curly as usual, and Sookie wears a mini blue ripped short with a stylish black blouse that's fitted to her body like a sports bra, sculpting her large breasts and a black heel. "You look hot," Amber compliments me as I'm next to her. "I hate to agree, but you really do." Sookie rolls her eyes and sips some from her cup. "Thank you," I say shyly. "Want a drink?" Amber, hand me a cup. I accept it and recall what my aunt warned me about before leaving the house. I should not drink. But how can I say no to Amber? Amber's eyes were fixated, needing me to take a sip.

he says and points at my plate, "You won't finish this and you're also not going to finish that other thing you ordered." "Maybe not, but people aren't food, they don't go bad after a while. I can keep eating all I want," I throw back, "You're my savory dish and Damon is my sweet one. Both are good, but they taste better at the same time." Aiden for once has nothing to say, he just shakes his head slightly. "Why am I the savory one? I'm nicer than him," he mutters a few seconds later, always so jealous. He can't help himself.