Sweet Tooth Age Rating Novels & Stories

“Twenty glorious points!” “Yeah, well maybe if you hadn’t cheated.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Oh, don’t be a sore loser.” He put his arm around my shoulder, our prize tickets in his other hand. “I’ll buy you something pretty with these babies.” *** Two hours later, loaded down with cheap prizes, we sat in the bed of Jack’s truck outside the Shake It Off Drive-In Diner, enjoying drippy, delicious ice cream cones. “I can’t believe you stole that little boy’s turn with the Whack-a-Mole,” Jack said.

​"Fine, let’s make a deal: if you try just a bit of this delicious food and you don't like it, I promise to leave you alone. Deal?" ​She thinks it over for what feels like an eternity; finally, she nods. She opens her mouth right away, accepting what’s on the fork. She chews slowly, closing her eyes and letting out a moan of pleasure. That sweet sound sends a shiver through my entire body, making my cock react instinctively. ​"And?" She takes her time, using a napkin to wipe her lips. "Good, isn't it?" ​She nods in confirmation. ​"Very good! It’s the best I’ve ever had."

I got my bouquet, I got a question, are you trying to give me diabetes or perhaps get me hooked on sugar? It takes him a few minutes before he texts me back. ... oh no, the only thing I'd want you hooked on is me Stormie and I'd never make you sick! do you not like sweets? .... the only time I really have sweets is when I'm suffering monthly, I'm not too crazy about sweets but thank you though, it's just the sugar rush of energy I needed to get through the afternoon ... you're very welcome Stormie ... what are you up to though?

“And he can easily fall sick if he eats sweets in excess.” “Sweets can cause sickness?” Liam's eyes gaped. “Yes, it can cause teeth ache and can also make your teeth brown and smelly. Do you want that?” I asked. Shaking his head fervently, he said. “No, mummy. I don't want brown teeth. I want white teeth. I don't want ice cream for lunch anymore.” “That's good, baby.” I said, ruffling his hair, as his twin returned with a drawing paper.

Period. And regarding my promotion slogan ‘No SWEET CANDIES for Kids’, it was only a bed-time story my mom used to tell when I was a kid. Long time ago, I liked to eat sweets. And so, all my baby teeth fell off quickly than she expected. So, to keep me from ruining my newly grown set, my mother told me a story. A frightening story. Thanks to her, I now have clean white buds that I bragged about throughout my teenage years. Yes, I got the beautiful teeth but my day was still ruined!

“The one who tastes sweetest of all.” Damien’s laugh was dark and full of promise. He gripped her ass hard, pulling her closer. “Keep talking like that and I’ll fuck you against this window again—let the whole city watch what belongs to me.” She moaned softly as he thrust up against her. “Yes, Daddy.”

he chuckled. “For you, sir?” I asked curiously. “Growing up, I was never allowed to have, nor was I ever given, any sweets by my parents. My father forbade me from eating anything sweet, not even sugar itself, because he didn’t want me to experience happiness.” My smile faded a little. I was focused on him, struggling to not let him see how much I felt sorry for the child he had been. Sweet candies or any sweets for children make them happy, especially chocolates.

Without another word, Emily walked away. Ace shut his laptop with a snap and scrambled after Emily. Once he at at the conference table, he cocked his head. “What’s wrong? You look like shit.” “I’m fine,” Emily practically snarled at him. “What do you have to tell me?” What Ace wanted to tell her was to chill the fuck out, but he held off, knowing Emily would shove the words down his throat. Instead, he opened his laptop. “The candy company account is being marketed strictly to children, but are you aware they have a retro line, as well as a no-sugar, low-sugar line made with natural sweeteners?”

He talks a lot while watching TV, and for sure, watching a movie is no exemption. The movie lasted for one and a half hours. We went straight to the supermarket to buy groceries. “Stop grabbing chocolates, Noah,” I warned him, and he chuckled. He is riding the cart, and he grabs all the chocolates he sees. “Too much sweet is bad for your teeth.” I reminded him. “But it’s delicious, mom.” He complained. “Yes, but it doesn’t mean it’s healthy,” I answered, and he pouted. His cuteness affects me, and I can’t resist it. “Alright, you may take one chocolate.”

Wish I could say that. "Yeah..." I whispered. "Just don't bury your face to my neck." "Oh you mean, like this?" and he dipped his mouth in my neck. I can really feel his mouth! I almost hear myself squeak. He chuckled. "You sounded like a kid. Can I do it again?" He whispered. "If you don't stop, I'll break your fingers one by one..." I threatened. "Hmm, fine then..." This is too much. Every time he opens his mouth, my whole body is on fire!