Sinfully Delicious Baking Novels & Stories

but the words died in my throat as he pinned my hips down with his forearms, his weight holding me so I couldn’t move. “Shhh,” he murmured against my slick folds, his breath hot. “You look like a very sweet lady, but I know you’ve been hiding dirty little fantasies. Tell me—do you want to be my good little girl?” I was horny beyond reason now. It was as if he had put me under a spell, made me powerless, and was ravaging me Sucked my pussy again, and I arched, a whimper escaping my lips, as I found myself whispering, “Yes… Daddy please…” I moaned.

“Are you going to eat it or just marry it?” “Don’t tempt me,” I shoot back with a grin, reaching for the next container. It’s filled with perfectly scrambled eggs, the kind that are rich and creamy, speckled with black pepper and herbs. Another holds a selection of smoked bacon, crispy at the edges and glistening in all its sinful glory. I plate the food quickly, already salivating at the spread. Ric slides onto a chair across from me as I pour syrup over the pancakes, the golden liquid pooling beautifully on the plate.

“To be touched like a woman. Not out of duty. Not obligation.” Her voice shook painfully now. “Please.” Edwin looked at her then with an intensity that made her knees weak. “You deserve more than this, hidden in darkness my lady.” “Then give me something beautiful anyway.” Silence stretched between them. Then suddenly Edwin caught her face gently between his hands and kissed her. Arabella gasped softly against his mouth. Nothing in her life prepared her for this. The kiss was deep and slow, filled with restrained hunger that sent heat rushing through every part of her body. Edwin kissed her like a starving man finally tasting something sweet.

Chapter 2: A taste of temptation We stood side by side at the kitchen counter working on the dough, and the unspoken tension kept increasing. Every little move I made turned into some kind of forbidden teasing. I had brushed my hip against his thigh when I reached for the flour. I let my arm slide along his while we kneaded the dough. And I even pressed my breasts lightly against his bicep when I leaned in closer. Every touch I did made my pussy throb more. I was already soaked, and my bare folds were slippery and aching under that tiny skirt with no panties on.

I hoped. The ride in the elevator was quite, luckily it was just me inside mentally preparing myself before reaching the last floor. I walked out of the elevator and to the secretary’s desks. A sleek professional-looking woman with a sharp bob and a polite smile. Perfect. This was even better than leaving it on the desk. "Hi," I said my voice coming out too high but I cleared my throat. "Delivery from The Daily Grind for Mr. Harlan." I set the heavy carrier and the pastry box on the corner of her desk with a relieved thud. "Okay thank you!" I said already turning to leave

"She has always been the love of my life." Melissa giggled softly, blushing as Bianca's hand slid lower. I watched frozen in disbelief, as Bianca's fingers traced over her chest before she pinched her hardened nipples through the thin fabric. Melissa let out a soft moan and bit her lip, leaning into Bianca's touch. My stomach churned. My entire body tensed in disgust. Shameless. Absolute shamelessness. "You both are despicable," I spat. "You're both disgusting."

Ecca’s legs shivered upon feeling his lips over the sensitive clit. [Book title: Marked by the demon] - Available on Alpha-n0vel

"I like being home. How about you and me stay in bed the whole day, get some Chinese takeout, maybe I fuck my wife all day long." I'm already scooting out of bed. "Can't. Alma and I are making the desserts for tomorrow's lunch." He also gets up and follows me to the bathroom. "You're making dessert?" "Don't be so shocked." I get my toothbrush out of the holder. "Baking is like science, if you don't get the formula right, you can forget about the perfect dessert. I threw a whole batch of biscotti away yesterday."

In the silence around me, his little moans were making me mad crazy. He pulled his hand on the wall, almost slightly brushing through my arm. He pushed his lips hard on my skin and sucked my skin very passionately, slowly moving his face on my neck. I don't remember anyone touching me before, oh wait! My first kiss with Cain wasn't even this satisfying. Honestly speaking, I don't know when it ended, but I felt good. Does that make me a sl***? I mean just imagine your celebrity crush or a famous hot celebrity sucking your skin, ummmmm I think I'm a sl**** of that makes me one.

Kate had started baking. She loved Bastien’s kitchen—it was spacious and had everything she could possibly need. The mansion quickly filled with a sweet aroma. In a large pot, she was preparing hot chocolate with orange while pulling out a tray of freshly baked cookies and sliding another into the oven. She had little bags set aside and foam cups ready to be served. She was stirring the chocolate when a pair of hands slipped around her waist and Bastien’s face buried in her hair, inhaling her scent.