Sweetly Scooped Novels & Stories

A gesture to show her that I have this handled, and I am okay. A faint smile touches her cheeks and I marvel at her beauty. Once Scarlett has been removed from the nurse's station, I press the phone to my ear and wave for Ivy to come to me. Slowly, she walks toward me, tucking the loose strands of hair behind her ears, and I lick my lips. The taste of her arousal still sits on my tongue, contaminating my mouth with her sweet pussy juice. It's like a drug, addictive and exhilarating. If her come were a drug, it would be crack, in the form of liquid.

~Ⓙ︎Ⓔ︎Ⓢ︎Ⓢ︎Ⓘ︎Ⓔ︎ & Ⓡ︎Ⓤ︎Ⓔ︎~ Jessie's POV Never in my life have I smelled something so aromatic, intoxicating, yet disturbing. It was a sweet scent. As sweet as honey dripping from a hive, like sugary puffs, unlike any smell I've ever had the fortune of inhaling.

I highly doubt that. As soon as we reached the penthouse I saw mom standing in the living room. She walked towards me and hugged me tightly. “How are you my sweet little girl” Suzie came in too and heard mom. “Yeah, your sweet little girl got herself pregnant with a mafia’s child” she was always annoyed when mom called me her sweet little girl. “Don’t talk nonsense, Suzie. She’s your sister; not to mention twin.” Mom scolded her and we all entered the living room. Mom made me sit on the couch and went into the kitchen. She made tea for us all and we had our loveliest family get-together of all time.

Someone knew us enough to be interested. Below the photos, a single line of text appeared on the screen: ‘Enjoy your lunch, sweetheart.’ The text didn't have a name, and the tone was completely mysterious, leaving me absolutely terrified. Was it Stephen playing a dangerous, manipulative game with me? Or was there someone else on campus tracking my every move, waiting for the perfect moment to destroy my entire life?

"Take more." "Promised to be careful." He licked the punctures, shooting more of that liquid heat into her system. He growled, "Now you are marked. Mine." His, just as he was hers. Hers, and no one else’s. "So good. Never tasted anything…so sweet. Addicted…already…"

,she puts her cards on the table and the last sentence sounds to me like a joke. So he's really going to persist with this crazy idea of an engagement to Amelia, unless I give him a reason to change his mind... “ When the dance show starts, discreetly drop this near him”, I hold out a handkerchief in his direction. Not just any handkerchief, it is one scented with a homemade fragrance like my mother and I used to make, only to the almond scent, I added the Miltonia orchid, granting then my sweet scent of seduction, “Then ask if it's his, insist, make it close enough for him to smell it. Even if to do so one of the other girls has to bump into you to fake an accident.”

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he chuckled as he asked her. “I heard,” Scar said. “Mouse, this is more like an audition than anything else.” He said softly. “An audition for what?” she asked as she looked around. “To find the perfect baby.” He said. “What?” She asked as she met his eyes. “Your friend must be one if she was able to get you in here. It is a closed event.” He said. “A baby, you know sugar, baby.” “A sugar baby?” She asked. “Sweetheart, you know nothing about any of this, do you?” he asked, taking in her wide eyes.

Grace slowly opened her eyes, working up the courage to lift her up and look down at her body. As if he could read his mind, Scott looked up at about the same time and Grace's gaze met with the woman's brown eyes. The golden patches on Scott's eyeballs seemed clouded with sexual desire. After flashing her a smile, Scott looked down again to gaze at Grace's warm burrow. Still can't believe Grace would entrust something so beautiful and precious to her. Mimicking the care of an expert when treating antiques, Scott traced the soft and warm burrow with his fingers. Scott came over to flick Grace's flower-like folds, then tasted the honey sweetness greedily. He's right. He really liked her—loved

The atmosphere was still vibrant and cool. It made the meal more refreshing. After eating my fill, Apple dropped a plate of strawberry tarts on my table and a berry smoothie. My mouth watered at the scrumptious-looking dessert. I was about to dig in when Scarlette snatched my plate and smoothie. My eyes widened and I jumped to my feet, ready to snatch it back but she passed it over to Gillian who then passed it over to Cooper. The damn Beta spat on my tarts and licked the smoothie cap and straw.