Sinfully Delicious Baking Novels & Stories

Grow up, Augustine. "We only have three slices left. I suggest you grab it before people are pouring in for lunch in, ummm," she glances at the watch wrapped on her skinny wrist, how would that feel when I grab it while I fuck her on the wall mhmmmm, "10 minutes." "Really? Oh dear, then can we have two slices of those yummy but sinful dessert?" She giggles as she nods, "two yummy but sinful dessert coming right up!" Fuck, all those words describe her perfectly. Yummy lips, sinful ass, I am seriously craving for different kind of dessert right now.

“The last time you tried to bake, we had to keep the windows open for two days.” I grabbed a warm mini-pie. My fingers were trembling slightly, so I gripped the pastry hard to steady my hand. I took a bite. The buttery crust melted on my tongue. It was sweet, warm, and actually perfect. And for some reason, that made me irrationally angry. How could she stand there, baking perfect little pies, looking like a totally normal, loving mother, while secretly plotting to drug me? “Well?” she asked, watching me closely. “It’s not charcoal,” I said, chewing slowly to hide the lump forming in my throat. “I’m genuinely shocked.”

Two hours later, the kitchen looked like a battlefield. Flour in the air. Chocolate smudges on cheeks. Sugar scattered across countertops. Ava and Malik were covered in evidence of their crimes. Adrian looked exactly as he had at the beginning—composed. Denise and Dominic’s pastries sat cooling in flawless rows. My father’s cake—rescued from Alex’s destruction—looked simple but elegant. And ours? Our counter looked like a bakery display case. Cupcakes perfectly frosted. Lava cakes resting in ramekins.

“Do you want me to eat out this gorgeous cunt of yours?” “Please,” Ava gasped, pushing back at me. “I need—oh God.” She dropped her head, her squeal muffled by the pillows when I flattened my tongue against her clit, alternating between long, slow licks and fast flicks. I was so fucking hungry—for her, for her taste, for the innocence shattering beneath me at this very moment. I feasted on her like a man possessed, my hand digging into her flesh, my fingers curling inside her until I found the spot that had her bucking against my face. I gently tugged on her clit with my teeth, flicking over the sensitive nub with my tongue, and she exploded, her screams reverberating off the walls. “You tas

Layers of delicate sponge cake, infused with vibrant fruit flavors and adorned with intricate decorations, transformed the kitchen into a canvas of culinary artistry. As he put the finishing touches on his creation and carefully arranged it on the serving platter, Theo couldn't help but marvel at the beauty and ingenuity that had emerged from his hands. The dessert stood as a testament to his passion for baking, his dedication to creativity, and his unwavering commitment to bringing joy and delight to those around him.

"Well, she bakes cakes too. Brianna Vanderbilt is one of her clients." "Really? She's that popular now?" Brendan asked, surprised. "Her work speaks for itself," Sinjin replied with a proud grin. "You should try her strawberry tiramisu, Dad. It's heaven." "You know I don't like sweet things," Brendan responded, shaking his head. "And neither do you." "It's not too late to change," Sinjin said with a smile. Brendan's expression softened. "Are you happy, son? Really happy?" Sinjin furrowed his brows in confusion but nodded. "Yes. Why do you ask?" He inquired.

You need to understand. Sometimes our life turn into something, when we are not able to know someone, they might have a dark side , yet they manipulated us with their sweet words , it's just like a sweet knife. But at last they will surely stab you from back, Jayden character is similar to this. That's the main point. This book name is "sinful". Hope you understand. I don't have any words now. Maybe I sound too harsh but still it's already on disclaimer. If you don't like this, don't read this. It's someone's hard work. Still I blame myself, maybe there was something I couldn't show, I couldn't explain.

And who had thought the relationship that started with her being his Sinfully can bring a day where he will embrace her and make his faithfully. Once what we called “Sinfully yours” now can happily be rephrased as ” Faithfully yours” THE END__________

Devine’s gaze lingered on her, dark and unrelenting, as she munched on the cannoli he had made just for her. He swallowed hard, struggling to tame the pleasure burning through him. This woman was going to be the death of him—if not by driving him insane, then by killing him with those delicate hands. She looked so damn innocent, sitting there, nibbling on her dessert with her bare hands. His thoughts strayed to their last moment in the kitchen. The way she had dropped to her knees, taken Daddy’s cock like a good girl, her lips stretching around him with such desperate hunger, while those delicate fingers worked beautifully on his cock.

Thick fingers, two, then three, sank into my dripping cunt and started fucking me in slow, filthy strokes under the tablecloth. His thumb mashed down on my clit and rubbed in perfect pressure. I had to press my lips together so hard they went numb. My thighs were shaking. More wetness poured out of me, coating his hand, running down to the wooden chair. I could feel the puddle forming under my ass. “You okay, honey?” Mom asked, squinting at my face. “You’re all flushed and sweaty.” “Just… warm,” I croaked. My voice cracked on the word. Ryan curled his fingers and dragged them over that spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyes. “The… food’s really good, Mom.”