Twisted Metal 1 Sweet Tooth Novels & Stories

“What’re you talking about? I’m just...” “Shut up.!” Silver-tooth’s smile never faltered, but his grip was iron. He wrenched the canister from Corin’s hands, popped the cork with his teeth, and tipped the poison into the well without hesitation. The dark liquid spiraled into the water, vanishing and blending with the water. The rogues roared approval. But silver-tooth didn’t let go of Corin’s wrist until the last drop had fallen. He leaned close, whispering so soft it grazed Corin’s ear.

Struggling to fall asleep at night, I left my room for some moon viewing. I did not expect to stumble upon the ploy between Andre and Felicia. Andre said to Felicia, "Mom, we cannot have Jane abort her pup." Hidden in the shadows, I eavesdropped on their conversation. "Our enemies attacked me with silver weapons on the battlefield. I might have survived the battle, but the silver has poisoned my reproductive organs. It'll be hard for me to get she-wolves pregnant.

“That’s right. Twisted love is the only love you need now.” Sarah cried softly in her chains, but I barely noticed. The echo inside me had become pure twisted pleasure. Every thrust, every whisper, every jealous spark made me wetter. Damien pulled me close in the middle of another round and whispered, “I love owning your shattered pieces. You’re my perfect broken girl.” I came again from his words alone, my body convulsing. “Thank you for breaking me,” I moaned back.

"You. Grace." The admission affected her as strongly as a caress, and she shivered. "I’m going to make you so happy you said that." She fit her lips around the head of his penis. His flavor hit her taste buds, and she groaned in eagerness. More, she wanted more. She slid her mouth all the way down, until he reached the back of her throat. A hoarse cry left him. She glided up, lightly scraping him with her teeth. Another cry. She hovered there, unmoving, tormenting.

"We can do slow later" "Thank God"He captured my mouth with his. "Sweet...so sweet.I'm going to take you, nenem.I'm going to take everything you have to offer.If you don't want this,tell me now.I'll stop.It'll kill me but I'll stop" I stared at him. My hands traced a line from his temples over his face and to his jaw. And then I heard myself saying. "Take me"

I'm not exactly heartless. She peeked at me through her lashes, her teeth pressed tightly against her lower lip as she chewed it slightly vigorously. Her eyes moved calculatingly, trying to search deep within her if accepting, would be a nice choice. It wasn't like I was going to kidnap or hurt her. What exactly could a street girl offer me?

"I made the decision to spend some time out of town. to clear my head, as you know. That evening I visited a bar. Though it was not my regular scene, I wanted to briefly forget everything. Isabella leaned forward, her interest aroused. "Go on." Flash back The packed dimly lit bar had the murmur of chatter merging with the bass-heavy music. Sharon sat at the counter sipping her drink; the weight of her recent heartbreak hurt her heart. From next to her, a deep voice questioned, "Rough day?" She turned to find a man with a confident smile and sharp blue eyes. He was naturally handsome. his well-fitting suit suggested authority and riches.

Bernard closed the gap. “I will put you through the process practically. I know I have told you everything you need to do”, Damien nodded positively. “Excuse me, I’ll be back with my tools”. I was left alone with Damien. He took off his facecap and I could see it clearly. I was wrong. He had the face of a fierce hit man like Torillio’s; I preferred hanging around cute men. Damien was a turn off for me; “Lie on the bed please”. I did as he requested, he moved closer to examine me.

Damon continued, shrugging as we looked over at the lady who was now approaching us with masses of shot glasses on her tray. She set it down before everybody grabbed theres, Damon handed me mine before turning to me, "You not a light weight right?" He asked making me fake scoff, "Of course not" I replied, obviously exaggerating as he laughed nodded. "Well cheers then" he said, we clinked our glasses together before we all downed our shots at the count of 3. The liquid burnt down my throat which was completely normal before I grabbed the lemon and sucked it using my teeth, making a sour face to the sour taste. Anybody who drank for fun was crazy, it truly didn't taste nice and was extremely a

"Oh my fucking god, Scar." "Good girl," he whispers, licking me top to bottom, pad of his tongue flat against my pussy. "Oh, fuck, you taste good." I hold his hair as he grabs my ass. I open my legs for him, spreading as my back leans against the wall. I stare down at him, at his gorgeous, muscular back, at his incredible face as he licks me, sucking gently, nibbling on my clit before sliding his tongue inside. My back spasms. "God damn it," I moan, half laughing, eyes rolling back as bliss slams into my skull. "I'm going to fucking come."