Flat-Chested Dessert

By Verity Rayne

Seduced and handcuffed by Lorenzo Redd, a mysterious billionaire, flat-chested Chloe finds herself naked and splayed across the metal prep table at Fifty Flavors Ice Cream, waiting for him to finish covering her body in cold confections and hot fudge. She waits in agony for his big hands to grope her, his hungry tongue to taste her, his throbbing manhood to fill her—

This 4,402-word one-off story contains explicit adult content. It is not recommended for readers under 18 years of age.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Verity Rayne
• Release date: Dec 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310618277

Verity Rayne

The only daughter of an accountant and a dentist, Verity decided to take a very different career path - one that took her through the dank forest of erotic literature. Forever perverted by what she experienced there, she now lives as an author in Santa Cruz, spinning steamy yarns about the lust thrumming beneath flat chests.

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Flat-Chested Dessert

By Verity Rayne

Copyright 2015 Verity Rayne

Distributed By Smashwords

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This is a work of adult fiction which contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity involving fictitious characters. All characters, including the flat-chested women described, are over the age of 18. This story is not for readers who are under 18. This eBook is not to be shared, re-sold, re-copied, or republished, in whole or in part, without the author’s express written consent. Thank you and enjoy your story.

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EXCERPT

He turns around. Extends his arm. The scoop splats directly onto my right nipple.

"Unh–!"

I hiss and moan, but still he doesn’t care. He retraces his steps, washes my scoop, and taps it on the edge of the sink. The next time he enters the freezer, he works harder than ever, setting every muscle to the task. At last, he comes up with a flavor I don’t recognize right away. It looks like Vanilla, but it’s got something else mixed in. It’s only when he’s right next to me that I smell cookie dough.

Then down it comes, onto my left.

"Ohh–!"

He makes me wait, makes me watch just a little longer. My flat chest is the perfect dish. Even as I breathe, the scoops stay in place. The hold fast to me like little monsters, then