Credence Couch Scene の小説・ストーリー

Cassandra's POV ... I was kneeling with my back arched and my head and upper back resting on the seat of the couch. My boss knelt on the leather couch, his thighs flanking the sides of my head. I watched his right hand stroking his erect cock above my head. Then, at his order, I parted my lips. With his left hand placed on the back of the couch and his right fingers still wrapped around his rigid length, he slid barely a quarter of his length into my upper core.

If only for a few hours, I just wanted to pass out somewhere safe. We entered the room when Lucas creaked the door open. It was remarkably undamaged, but the air was musty and stagnant. There was a shabby couch in the middle of the room, its cushions sagging but still functional, and a little fireplace against one wall. As we shut the door behind us, Lucas muttered, "This will do." He went quickly to inspect the windows to make sure we weren't being followed. His movements were quick and precise. With everything finally weighing on me, I collapsed onto the couch. I pressed my trembling palms to my face in an attempt to regulate my breathing.

Still, I put on a scared expression and scooted closer to Kane, almost pressing my entire body against him. Kane thought I was frightened and raised his arm to rest it on the back of the couch, making it look as if he was holding me protectively in his arms. The two of us thought these small movements wouldn’t be very noticeable under the dim candlelight, and that neither the viewers nor the other guests would see clearly. As it turned out, this exact moment was clipped by netizens and became the iconic, legendary scene of our CP super topic. I felt that wasn’t enough.

Thankfully, the couch had enough room for the both of us and a little extra. I caught Cade glancing at me from time to time. It was like he was watching us, waiting to see how this was really going to go. Maybe he just didn’t trust Maddox yet. Either way, he was not focusing on Jo and she wasn’t having it. Halfway through the movie, my eyes grew heavy. Turning myself over, I buried my head in Maddox’s chest. His arms wrapped around my back and head, keeping me firmly in place. If I listened hard enough, I swear I could hear his wolf purr.

A soft moan echoed inside the living room. Lucas was like a hungry beast, ready to devour her. While his tongue explored, so did his hands. The tension rose high and the sound of ragged breathings accompanied the slight moans. Lucas flipped her over on the couch, towering above her. He traced kisses down her neck, sucking a sensitive spot on her nape, while his palm traveled inside her shirt, pulling the soft fabric up- Then something cracked. Heidi's back must have hit the remote as a loud sound blarred inside the living room.

(Jaxon’s POV) She’s flat on her stomach in the middle of the mattress, legs spread just wide enough for me to settle between them. The sheets are wrecked—damp patches everywhere, the faint chlorine smell of shower water still clinging to our skin mixed with the thick, heady scent of sex that’s been building since we woke up. Cressida’s ass is up slightly, back dipped in that perfect arch she makes when she’s begging without words. Her hair’s fanned across the pillow, dark strands sticking to her neck from the shower. I can see the faint red marks on her hips from where I gripped her last night, and fresh ones blooming now from my thumbs pressing in as I line myself up.

“First room done. Keep it inside like a good cumdump.” They dragged her into the living room next. The same couch where she and Mark used to cuddle while watching movies. Jax sat down and pulled Emma onto his lap reverse cowgirl, impaling her plugged ass on his cock after yanking the plug free. The stretch made her cry out. Marcus knelt in front of her and drove into her pussy, turning it into a messy double penetration right there on her marital sofa. The couch creaked violently as they bounced her between them.

Lifting a red lacy thong between my thumb and index finger, I eyed Bryce. "Is this couch safe to sit on?" I questioned as he yanked the panties from my fingers. He grunted, yeah. I sunk into the buttery soft leather couch and rubbed my eyes. "How can your true mate betray you?" I asked pointedly. Bryce was pouring two glasses of liquor and huffed.

After all, the couch has seen more action than our bed lately, no sense in not keeping the necessities at hand. Jazz grins at me briefly when he sees my hunt has been successful, but when he tries to turn over I just lean into him, pinning him with my weight so that he has to stay on his back. Confusion remains on his face as he watches me squirt lube onto my palm, but he doesn't resist when I grab his cock and stroke it a few times, then nudge his right leg up towards the backrest of the couch so that I can reach his

DEX. "Do you want to come here?" Veronica asks after a long while, and I turn my head to her, my eyes moving down her body before I shake my head. "No. I’m good on the couch. The rain will be over soon, so…" I trail off, and I watch as she starts to get out of bed.