Burning Spice Cookie X Reader Novels & Stories

It’s like whenever I smell her fragrance, my cock always reacts. I touched her left boob while I played the other one through my tongue. I did it like it is my favorite thing to do, a passion that’s natural within me. My lips ran on her abdomen through her pussy. I clenched my jaw because of how addicting her pussy is. It is so fucking fresh and wet. “Come on, Steve. Eat it already…” My gaze shifted to her, and I saw her looking down at me, her eyes narrowed, licking her red cherry lips.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

She is a take-action woman. When I finally returned to the pack house, Lila and Ezra were baking cookies. There were already a few dozen and they smelled amazing. She told me they were making many flavors so that there would be something for everyone. I couldn't help myself. I started sampling the cookies. Lila is beautiful and when she gets frustrated I notice her breathing quickens just a little bit, but she remains otherwise calm.

However, I have no options left. I nod positively, because I believe that false gestures are less cruel than false words. "Just be honest" she asks. No way. I am leaning against the kitchen door, while Arabella is behind the counter, in front of the stove. In my right hand, there is something she just cooked. Arabella reported that they were chocolate chip cookies. She said they were Christmas cookies. But honestly, I still haven't found the taste of chocolate, just burnt dough and sadness. This is very bad. In fact, bad is an understatement. It's a disgrace.

Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

“Warm, fat, gooey, chocolate-stuffed cookies. The kind Alex’s diet rules wouldn’t allow within a mile of me. Let’s find some.” It didn’t take us long. A vendor was closing up near the old square when I convinced him with a smile and a few sweet words to stay open just a little longer. Moments later, Zelda and I sat on a bench with a bag of fresh cookies between us. I bit into one and nearly groaned. “This cookie,” I said through a mouthful, “I would marry this cookie.” She laughed. “Alex’s going to be jealous.” At his name, my smile faltered, but I forced myself to push it away. Not tonight. Tonight wasn’t about him. Tonight was mine.

She shout/yell and I face palm myself. "Yeah, announced it where all people here are werewolves with heighten hearing senses!"I whine and she just chuckle. "My baby and yours should be best friend too!" She clapped her hands as the timer beep. She rash to it and open the oven without using any hand protection. Everyone knows that the cookies plate is BURNING HOT when fresh bakes. She gasps as she put the cookies from the counter and blowing her hands, I burst into fit of laughter.

“I do want to be clear that I appreciate the gesture though.” As he says the words, I pick up a cookie, noting the strange texture I hadn’t noticed when I was using the spatula to scoop them from the cookie sheet into the box. I take a bite and it crumbles like sawdust in my mouth. The flavor isn't too bad, but the texture is horrendous and I chew thoughtfully, thinking about my next words. I notice Troy is watching me, a slight spark of amusement in his eyes. I swallow the bite with effort while breaking the cookie into two halves. “You know, I could use these for torture, give them to my enemies and hope they choke to death. If I ever join the Mafia, these could be my calling card.”

I could feel my nipples tightening from the cool air and the intensity rolling off him in waves. My mind screamed danger, but my body… God, my body was reacting like a traitor, heat rushing through me. “Let go of me,” I whispered, but it came out breathier than I wanted. His thumb brushed my lower lip, rough and calloused. For a split second his eyes darkened, dropping to my mouth before snapping back up. “You’ve got fire. Good. You’re gonna need it here.” One of the other bikers laughed from the corner. “She’s shaking like a leaf, Prez. Maybe she needs warming up.”

“Jules might not have baked it, yes. But, he assisted me in getting the measurements right. That counts for something, no?” “What do you call them?” I asked, pointing at the tray in front of him. “The cookies you made, I mean. They ought to have a flavor or something like that.” “Oh, yeah. They’re spicy cookies.” Cole said, scratching the back of his head. “Spicy cookies?” I raised my eyebrows at him. “I’ve never heard of those before.” “Well, now you have,” Cole said as he placed one on a plate and handed it over to me. “Here you go, try it out and tell me what you think about it.”