Angel Dust In Drag Novels & Stories

I tangled my fingers in his hair and he groaned sticking out his tongue inside me. "Fuck," I moaned. He put a finger inside me and fingered me. I could feel I was close to releasing my juices all over him. "Please..." I didn't even know what I was begging for at this point. He added a second finger and I gasped. "Faster Theo," I moaned. I felt myself clench around his fingers. "Theodore..." I moaned. "Yes tesoro," he said, "Cum for me." (Tesoro: treasure)

"Yeah. Well, one contained a few pictures of midget porn with other peoples heads photoshopped on them. Badly, I might add. Another was about some girl you gave Ant's number to?" "Raven," Mark said, grinning. "She was my limo driver that brought me to the airport." "Okay," Jasmine nodded. "Well, she's been texting Ant intimate pictures of herself, but he's complaining because she won't show her face and he really wants to," Jasmine paused, an eyebrow cocked. "Make her do the Angry Dragon." Mark burst out laughing. "He's such a fucking tool." "What the hell is an angry dragon?" Mark explained between bouts of laughter. "It's a sex thing. After you've cum in a girls mouth, you're meant to smac

**** Alice P O V I glanced at the mirror to meet the eye of a lady in a maroon dress with dark hair tied up in a fancy bun, wearing a pair of beautiful diamond earrings. Light makeup as always and black matte wedges which go perfectly with a ball gown. Hmm, I was going to attend the firelight festival tonight. The celebration was at Dragomair (The realm of Dragons). I wasn’t sure why, but I was not feeling well and Rhea was sad, too. I asked her so many times and she said she didn’t know what it was, but it was probably an indication of something about to happen.

I'm not calling you Daddy. He stopped moving his fingers. Suddenly, I felt hollow inside—like something was missing. Then, the next second, something scorching hot pressed tight against me. It slid up and down along my folds. The intensity of that feeling was a hundred times stronger than fingers. It was like a thousand ants burrowing into my body. Even my bones started to itch. "Ughhh... I can't hold on much longer." Axel leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Little tramp. Your body's itching for it, isn't it? Let's see how much longer you can last."

I’m sure I heard it right because I did not hear him say drug. My curiosity just called Jordi’s full attention as he flipped upside down and was now facing the ceiling. He quickly pulled a blanket just to cover his manhood when he doesn’t even have to do that. It’s dim anyway plus I’ve already seen his manhood like more than once. “Drag is an art form. It’s the art of female illusion.” “What? Really? So she put make-up on you?” “I just told you that, yes.” He looked at me about to laugh. “She also let me borrow a blonde wig, a sequined dress and a knee high heels.”

“What do you think?” I stare at him in awe as he models the gorgeous full-length gown for me. The entire dress is covered in large silver sequins scooping down the bodice to the train of the dress and then arching over his voluptuously padded hips with diamond embellishments going down the front of the dress. The material is a nude illusion giving the appearance of transparency as the sequined fabric sits snuggly over the tops of his shoulders and flows down his back into a stunning cape that skims the floor. The midday sun streaming in through my window is catching the dress and casting dancing sparkles around my loft like a glittering fairy - no pun intended. He’s accessorised the ensemble

As I lingered in front of the mirror, I suddenly saw a man in the mirror. At first, I assumed he just needed to wash his hands, so I moved aside to give him space. But the next moment, his hand landed on my waist. Startled, my first instinct was to scream, but a buzzing in my head drowned out all sounds except for a muffled countdown. Before I knew what was happening, I was dragged into a small space while the door closed behind us. The last thing I remember was the sound of a heavy door slam. Then, everything that happened after that was a blur.

I’m able to stop and stay in the doorway when Osric’s command somehow blocks Draven’s aura from working on Embry and I. "You think you're strong enough to challenge me boy?!" Draven throws Angel like a rag doll into the stone wall. Angel slides down it into a passed-out heap on the floor. Everything in me wants to run to my friend’s aide, but I also want to flee from this fight.

He moved closer and his lips brushed mine and he caught my lips. We started kissing as I wrapped my hands around his neck. Someone cleared her throat and I knew it was Angela. I tried to free myself from Drake but he held on to me firmly and smirked at me as I glared at him. Angela was wearing a short mini leather black skirt that showed off her thighs and wore a lemon button shirt and high heels that could make someone fall off their feet. She wore this make up that made her radiant like an angel and tied her hair up.

Angel rubbed his wrists, directing his eyes to Antonio Rufus. “Come closer, Angel,” Antonio Rufus said. Angel took a glance at Daniel, the younger man was openly glowering at him. Angel thought if not for the fact that the bastard could kill any of the captives just to make him pay for any slight disrespect, he would have smirked. He stepped forward to stand a few feet from Antonio Rufus' massive desk, wondering how they would react if they knew that the chains were like jewels around his ankles and wrists now, thanks to mating with Nadia. But he knew he could not dare let them know. He might be able to save himself and even manage to escape, but a lot of dead bodies would be in his wake and