Novel & Cerita Twisted Metal 1 Sweet Tooth

“Who out there is feeling a little twisted tonight?” The crowd cheered in response, knowing it meant Sinners was about to treat them to their most energetic anthem, “Twisted.” Eric thudded his bass drum with the introductory beats of the song. Sed roared through the first measure. When he screamed the first note, something thick and hot poured down the back of his throat. He choked on the liquid, covering his mouth with one hand. When he drew his hand away, it was covered in blood. Blood? He stared at his fingers in disbelief. They blurred out of focus.

The sweetness of her lips and tongue finally broke him. SPLURT!! SPLURT!! "Ooh… exploding… right in your mouth!" He finally let go, erupting into her mouth with full force. It was thick and incredibly sweet. Draven tried to pull out, but Snow White kept sucking the massive shaft, refusing to let go until every drop was harvested. "Cough… cough…"

He places my mouth over the open wound. I somehow know I need to taste his blood. My tongue slides over the cut and I wrap my lips around it. Sucking and laving up the metallic taste. His hand stroking the back of my neck. He moans in my ear "That's it love, take what you need" The taste of his blood turns sweet and bold, no longer metallic. It tastes like the sweetest wine to ever pass my lips. Gliding down my throat, spreading warmth back through my body.

While Thorne pounded my pussy, Draven climbed up beside my head. He undid his pants elegant, his cock springing out—long and thin, pale white, straight as an arrow, veins blue under the skin. ‘Mouth for the lord,’ he ordered soft. I opened wide, tongue out. He slid in smooth, over my tongue, cool and smooth like marble. Tasted faint of metal and frost. I sucked hard, cheeks pulling in, bobbing my head as he tangled fingers in my hair and thrust gentle at first.

I had been specifically asked to stay off sweets for a week by my dentist because of my sweet tooth which resulted in a teeth ache. Although I had gone ahead to take much more chocolate in the future, the taste of that chocolate dissolving in my tongue as I hid in a dark corner, my heart beating, my eyes furtive, and my movement frantic was one I couldn’t forget for a long time. It was decadent, sinful, and forbidden. It had sent a shameful thrill down my spine later that night when I thought about it and it is the same way I felt now as my eyes feasted on the many pictures of Damon Caelian Valentino. The first man that had made my best friend scared to death.

I'll like to see how that courage and hate will turn into lust for me". Elara's eyes fluttered shut for a second, trying to block him out, but the heat of his body, the scent of blood and wine and that dark cologne, pressed in on her from every side. She felt the rough pad of his thumb slide slowly up and down the column of her throat, not choking now, just stroking, possessively, like he was petting something he already owned. Her pulse jumped under his touch, traitorously fast, and she hated how loud it sounded in her ears. "I'd like to see how much of me you can take in your tiny throat"

she said and Adrian switched on the lights. "Hi" the lady smiled with a lollipop in her hand "I guess you taught him not to take sweets from strangers" she said "he looks at me like a stranger now" she added "...just like you are too" her voice dropped low. Adrian looked behind him and saw Cassian with a metal bat hung above his shoulder. "Long time, Moretti. You didn't forget my promise, did you? A smile tugged at his thin lips. "Leave Justin out of this" Adrian said

“I… yes.” Zariah’s smile was soft, dangerous, playful. Her fingertips lingered on Imani’s hand, their fingers entwining in slow, intimate rhythm. Malik’s thumb traced along her lower back, slow, soothing, grounding—but each touch only made her pulse thrum faster, caught between the calm confidence behind her and the teasing, electric energy beside her.

No, man, not again. No, let me drive! I always wanted to drive one of these. I uttered intoxicated remarks. “No, baby, no way. You are drugged and don’t have a license.” A slight smile crossed Nick’s face. “I’m just dizzy, okay! But wait, you did drink though.” I pointed straight at his nose shakily. “Just one shot, okay?” he countered. “Yeah, but off of someone’s boobs. Nice and salty tequila mixed with sweat. Tasty, huh?” I chipped in. “What will Freud say about pouring liquids and sucking them up like that?”