Sweetly Scooped Novels & Stories

It was the same exact design as ours; he hadn't even bothered to change the script. Everyone in the room seemed captivated by him. My assistant, Dennis Hart, had come with me. He was furious. "Mr. Miller, how can you be so calm? He copied us!" I patted him on the shoulder to calm him down. "Don't worry. I'll handle this." Thunderous applause erupted in the hall, accompanied by the sound of cameras clicking away. Satisfied with the response, Leo asked, "Any questions?" Silence fell over the room again. Leo nodded smugly and was just about to continue when I called out, "I have an objection!"

I can hear the sound of a glass bottle opening and she is near me again as I can smell her sweet scent. I can smell something else too. My favorite scotch. The scent gets stronger and it is almost at my nose I can taste it, I open my mouth slightly and then I can feel her putting her finger in my mouth which is dipped in scotch. I lick her finger and grab her hand. I suck on all her fingers and she moans sexily. She takes her hand back and now I feel something soft and round against my lips. I open my mouth wider to take it in. I can taste the scotch on her plump melons and I lick it up. I angle towards her luscious lips now dripping with scotch and I suck on them as the combination of the c

HE LOOKED DOWN at me; eyes were a shade of acorns, a muscle in his jaw flexes. I do not know when this burning stare of his on me will heal. They glow with humor and playfulness that sent a shiver down my spine. And here I am, cowardly losing. He grabbed both of my legs, spreading them wide, then he thrusts again. Our eyes lock for a second. “You were on the dead-end, Sweetie . . .” he said huskily.

Then, he scooped up Ezra and started pretending to be a monster, but Ezra was distracted from his original question. The first pack we are stopping at is in a sleepy little town in Utah, a six-hour drive. It is the Ash Creek pack. According to Luke, it is a fairly small pack but one of the strongest. The drive was long but a great trip. We stopped at a little place in Jacobs Lake and had what I think are the best cookies I have ever tasted. The drive was beautiful.

She bent down again as she spoke and took out a brand-new spoon from the paper bag. "I unpacked this only yesterday and washed it right before I came down. You can rest assured that it's clean." She looked unusually docile as she smiled sweetly at him. Kevan pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth in restraint. He placed the thermos on his thigh. As soon as he removed the lid, the fragrance of the oatmeal wafted through his nostrils along with the warmth emanating from within. He couldn't resist the urge to dig in immediately.