Sweetly Scooped Novels & Stories

I returned to my bowl of ice cream taking a huge scoop into my mouth. Isn't life just so sweet?

Anchoring her hips , I hold her tightly as I eat slowly with patient precision, until she cries out, "Oh, my God." She's dripping wet. Her sweet, delicious cream coats my tongue, exciting me, making me crave more. "So fucking delicious." Shifting gears, I capture her swollen clit in my mouth and suck as I slip two fingers inside her. Her hips shoot up, and strong runner's thighs squeeze the side of my neck. "Liam." My name trembles on her lips. "Liam..." She writhes against my face with a groan, her fingers yanking my hair. "I'm coming." I move my fingers faster, lick her deeper, faster, and look up, needing to watch as waves of orgasms overtake her body, as she cums all over my tongue.

"All of this. And you probably have a perfectly good professional chef who could make something better at the penthouse. But I just—I really want ice cream. From an actual ice cream shop." Victor's laugh had settled into that warm smile, his eyes on the road. "Whatever you want," he said simply. "Ice cream it is." He navigated easily through the late-night streets, clearly running through options in his mind. After a few minutes he turned into a neighborhood I didn't immediately recognize and pulled up in front of a small, cheerful-looking shop on a corner. The sign above the door was painted in bright, friendly letters: "Scoops and Smiles" with a cartoon ice cream cone. The interior visible

The people that were just scolded were about to retort but quickly shut their mouths when they saw who scolded them. “Hi, I'm Tamira...” The woman introduced herself as she walked up to Arya with a soft smile. “Arya," Arya introduced herself to the woman, "Thank you by the way.” Arya smiled back and thanked the woman. “It was no issue, I don't know how people like them were even hired in the company...” Tamira takes as she gave all of them one last glare. “Hmm...” Arya just hummed in agreement as she was done with the coffee.

He uttered, looking happy. Lucas and I exchanged looks, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. When he added the scoops and handed it over to us, he smiled widely.“You both look so good together that it puts me a good mood. I’m certain if you both keep coming here, every single time you come, I’m going to keep adding a scoop to whatever flavor you buy.” He promised us happily.

By: Jroa X Bosx1ne [Jroa:] It's like you just held my hand, it seems like you've been guiding for a while You lead me and I hug your arm, It makes you fall asleep every time your voice is heard I hope when I wake up I will see your smile again. I hope when I wake up we can repeat those moments You hold me in the palm of your hand longing for your hug. I wish I could repeat, I wish I could repeat, when will I repeat. [Jroa & Bosx1ne:]

Her subtle smile, delicately curved on her lips, projected a silent message - an unspoken attempt to bring solace and appeasement to my restless thoughts. The room seemed to transform into a sanctuary of warmth and tranquility only for a second. Scarlett's tender presence, coupled with the enticing aroma wafting in the air, swirled harmoniously, creating a captivating ambience that enveloped my senses. It was a tranquil haven where worries momentarily ceased to exist, overshadowed by the comforting presence of nourishment and genuine care. “Have something first.” She insisted, holding the bowl between her plans. The anxiousness in me grew. “He’s with Papa. Do you need me to call him?” She ra

The words tumbled out incoherent, pleasure building like a storm, coiling tighter and tighter. He hummed against me, smug and satisfied, thevibration pushing me closer to the edge. “That’s it,” he murmured between licks. “Come for me, Scar. Let me taste you.”

My stomach rumbled in anticipation, already craving the sweetness. "Good evening, welcome to Sweet Dreams Ice Cream Parlor!" the cashier greeted me with a friendly smile. His eyes sparkled with warmth as he gestured to the menu board. "What can I get for you today?" I returned his smile, scanning the menu with excitement. "Hmm, I think I'll have a scoop of chocolate chip cookie dough, please." "Excellent choice!" the cashier exclaimed, reaching for a waffle cone. But before he could scoop the ice cream, he paused, a curious expression crossing his face.

“Oh, trust me, I’m getting plenty of joy watching you defend that medicine-flavored sugar goop.” I rolled my eyes and dipped the spoon back into the tub. “I’m not going to reward you with a reply.” “You just did,” he said smoothly. “I bet you can’t even defend it properly.” That made me pause, spoon hovering midair. Oh, it’s game on. “A spoonful feels like floating straight into the clouds,” I said proudly. “It’s soft, sweet, and doesn’t judge you like some people do.” Reeves smirked. “Oh, well in that case, I guess you’re right.”