Sweet Sins Novels & Stories

SLIPPERY SINS 1 PAMELLA KENT(FL) — 22YRS ENZO BLACK (ML) — 40YRS PAMELLA “Oh, Bella… I’m gonna come inside you—” “You drive me fucking crazy… yeahhh…” His voice was gravel and silk, a growl wrapped in lust. His cock drove deep, pounding into me with brutal precision as his balls slapped wetly against my ass. Every thrust sent my body unraveling.

Kissing her was the only way out. At least, it felt like the only way to save both of us from what was about to come next. My lips collided with hers—not out of desire, but desperation. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet, just something I did to cover up our sins. And then the door creaked open. Shit. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. I could feel the weight of that stare at the back of my skin.

"Now it's my turn to eat." Before she can respond, I fall to my knees to where her ass is at the edge of the table and turn the bottle upside down on her pussy. A trail of sticky syrup drips between her lips, and I greedily lick it up. Once she's coated, I toss the bottle aside and grab her thighs. I hold them open as she cries out and I lick her fucking clean. The sweetness of the sugar combined with the sweetness of her cunt is the best thing I've ever had in my mouth. I lick and suck my way through the sugary treat and get her right to the edge.

I have a boy-fucking-friend and lusting for that fucker shouldn't be part of the plan. He's not just my neighbour. He's the enemy. My enemy, and my family's enemy. Damien fucking Vincenzo is a bastard hiding behind a body that looks to be sculpted by the gods themselves. And if I should get the chance, I will carve his skin, inch by every bloody inch and feed his eyes to the Vultures for everything he made me go through at Crescent high. And again. I have a boyfriend. My sinfully hot neighbor who's walking around butt naked in a fucking glass penthouse without curtains shouldn't be a distraction right?

Because hell, I couldn’t be the only one enjoying this. April grabbed Anna’s butt, tight as ever, as Anna kept sucking on her nipples and grinding her. April gasped helplessly, yet shamelessly craving more. The scent of p*ssy, sweat, and desire filled the room. When the timer buzzed, they pulled apart reluctantly. Then, Anna sucked on April’s lips one more time before returning to take her seat beside me. However, what she did next prompted my c*ck to ache harder. She slipped her hand into her bikini bottom, pulled out a finger slick with her own arousal, and licked it slowly, her eyes set on me, as she finally winked at me… Damn..

Dante looked at his screen with a slightly annoyed face before turning to Vincenzo again and spoke in a low, dangerous tone. “Continue.” *** Once their shifts were over, both Victoria and Teresa headed to Silver Storm. The place looked just like any other nightclub, but it was Victoria’s first time entering such a place. She has always been more introverted; for her, those kinds of places were never on her visit list, but that day, she wanted to see her colleague perform, just to see what it was all about. When she entered the club, there were already some guests, but it was not as crowded as she expected.

Oh yeah. Good girl,” he murmured. I sucked him until my jaw hurt and finally he came. I swallowed every drop, eagerly licking the head of his cock in case I missed any. I so badly wanted to please him. He chuckled. “Greed is one of the seven deadly sins.” “So is lust,” I offered with a playful smile. “Indeed,” he said, putting his cock back in his pants. “Get back into position.” I immediately obeyed with my hands behind my back, on my knees, legs spread. He nodded approvingly. “So what did you fantasize about me when you touched yourself last night?” I looked up into his eyes. I was too afraid to tell him to his face. But something in his eyes made me want to tell him, to please him. “You i

It was a sensory palace built of silk and skin, designed to keep me from ever looking at the door. ​But as I reached the peak—as the climax began to roar through my veins like a freight train out of control—the darkness in my mind finally fractured. ​The white-hot explosion of the finish should have been the end. But in the white-hot center of that fire, the "Good Sin" turned to bitter ash in my mouth. I saw the flash again. Not the gold silk of the villa, but the vanilla-scented steam of a small, cramped shower. I felt the weight of a woman who didn't need a brother to watch her, a woman who didn't want a "three-fold bond," but a soul-deep, exclusive connection that made this three-way danc