Smut One Shots Novels & Stories

She won't last in prison, Sam. "Please, brother! Cum for me!" Lucy insisted, falling back onto her knees just as Sam began to waver. Lust consumed him as he stroked his dick, desperate to fulfil her wish. Even if it was just this once. "Sorry uncle," Sam exploded with a deep groan, shooting thick, heavy ropes of cum all over Lucy's pretty face. “Take it, you cum hungry bitch! Every fucking drop! You earned it. Open up and drink!" Lucy eagerly opened her mouth for him to shoot his load into. Then she lapped up as much as she could from her lips and cheeks, moaning sluttily at the taste.

Looking up through hooded eyes I spot a bottle of expensive rum right behind her head. I grab it, pulling the top off with my teeth. I take a swig, the taste of coconut filling my mouth. My other hand firm on her hip I suddenly have the urge to taste her. Holding the bottle above her sex I smirk and tilt the bottle forward. Cold rum splashes over her pink lips, her body tensing in my hold. I drop the bottle to the floor and devour her clit. The taste of musk and coconut fucking delicious; an aphrodisiac.

She explained to him Martin smiles, he was surprised, how simple she is. And next, when he hired a secret photographer to take their picture during holiday, and he gave the picture to her, Martin remembered how happy she was. She showed him, through video call, her office and as she said, she put the picture on the left of the table. Little that she knows, copies of that picture are in his San Francisco and Chicago’s office.

Jane murmured. This was so satisfying to watch. I knew she had a thing for me and it always irritated me how the women batted their lashes at me with every given opportunity they get. But now, a perfect opportunity has presented itself in front of me. “Now, here comes my proposal. Considering the fact you’re in love with me already, I can still fuck you without offering you anything. But because I’m Jordan Denver and I’m generous, I’ll offer you five million dollars every time you satisfy me and give me a good fuck.” I said as I took out my cheque booklet from my drawer.

“You ain't the one who instigated Emily to invade the restaurant and point a gun at us. The gun was fully loaded with bullets and if she had tried to use the trigger push, both of us would be dead by now!” “I thought you said she can only use a bullet in the restaurant. If she can use a bullet, how would it be both of us that would be dead?” I asked carefully. I was derailing from the real issue but I didn't mind. I knew it would be fine at the end. “I was only bluffing!” Smith exclaimed. He took a deep breath and looked into my eyes. “But after taking a deeper thought on this, I think she would only be able to use one bullet! There are several reasons to back up my claim!”

Lionel said, "which one's yours—the one on the left, or the one on the right?" Jamie didn't get a chance to answer before two DNA reports popped up on the screen. "I'm a helpful guy," Lionel said with a faint smirk. "I already did the tests for you. The one on the left is mine. Neither of them is yours." Jamie froze, eyes wide, and turned toward Tracy in disbelief. "That can't be right! You said one of them was mine!" Tracy hesitated for a moment, then covered her mouth as if something had just clicked.

My eyes burned, my control hanging by a thread. Zane burst in at the sound. One look at the spider bot, and realization dawned on him. "Could the organizers be helping him cheat? Feeding him your data?" he asked, because it made no sense otherwise. I stood frozen, shadows pooling around me. There were only two hours left before the submission deadline. I couldn’t build another bot in that time. "I’m calling the organizers." Jaw tight, I pulled out my phone, only to see that Lila had called me over a hundred times. After realizing she’d been blocked, she’d used someone else’s phone to send me two texts.