Gummigoo X Jax Novelas e Histórias

The glistening head of his cock brushed against my lower lip. “Don’t be shy pen,” he ordered softly, hand around my jaw. “Open.” My lips trembled. Shame and horror warred with the slick heat soaking my panties. I was a licensed therapist. A married woman. This was my office. But my mouth parted anyway. Jax groaned in approval and rubbed the fat, cum-smeared head across my tongue. The taste… salty, musky, mixed with the cheerleader’s spit… made my stomach twist and my clit throb at the same time.

My mind was foggy with lust and need. "Such a needy little mate." Jaxon said with a dark chuckle. "Don't worry, baby. We're going to give you everything you need." Right before me, Jaxon used his cock to rub against my pussy while Axel's mouth was still there working magic on my clit. In fact, Axel shamelessly opened his mouth wider and swallowed Jaxon's cock while it was pressed against my entrance, and they both moaned at the sensation. "Fuck, Axel." Jaxon groaned, his hips jerking forward. "Your mouth is incredible."

He looked up at him. "I have never done this before so I might not be good at it." he told him. "Oh baby, I am sure you will do well." Ricciardo encouraged him. Jax nodded and bent his head and took Ricciardo's dick into his mouth. "Fuuuuckkkk!" Ricciardo whimpered, he bit his lips to stop himself from moaning out loud. Whatever Jax had said about not knowing what to do was a fucking lie, he was even better than experts.

“You’ve been showing up. Go ahead. Just don’t bring back a broken heart.” “No promises,” Jaxon said. “But I’m bringing cinnamon sticks.” By Friday night, everything was in place. Jaxon had picked up the cinnamon sticks from the bakery on the corner—Harper’s favorite, soft and warm with extra icing. Eli loaded up on gas station snacks like they were prepping for a cross-country tour. Jaxon: We roll out at 5:30 a.m. sharp. Don’t forget the gum. Mia said you smell like Quest bars and delusion.

Suck it fellas. That’s your awesome Jax Stone. Wohoo. C’mon bitches. Let’s get the party grooving !!!!! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Jax’s POV

Slow at first, then deeper, one of them holding my head while the other praised me in a rough whisper: “Look at him; such a greedy little slut already.” I was lost in it, spit dripping down my chin, eyes watering, when I heard a new voice cut through the filthy chaos. “Yo, before we really get started…” it was Jax, the tattooed one that was speaking. He was holding a large black duffle bag he’d apparently brought with him. He unzipped it with a wicked grin and pulled out something that made my stomach drop and my hole clench at the same time.

I took it and put it on immediately, then he helped me zip it up. I looked up at him, still sobbing silently. “Thank you for helping me,” I mumbled softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Nah, it's okay. I'm Jax, your unofficial savoir and neighbourhood gay disaster,” he grinned, almost too happily. He seemed to be the free kind of person. I knew something was off about him and the way he was dressed. He's gay. He was chewing his bubble gum like a woman and the way he was swinging his hands up in the air like a woman explained it all.

I sit across from him so that he is not eating alone. I wait for him to take the first bite of gumbo. I want to see his natural reaction to it, since he said that he loved gumbo and it had been a long time since he had any. I knew that this was not my best gumbo, but it was pretty decent, and I really wanted Jax to enjoy it. Jax brought the spoon to his lips, cooling it a little before taking the first bite. He closes his eyes and seems to roll the food a little in his mouth savoring that blend of spices with the meat and rice.

A faint scar cut through one eyebrow. “Yeah,” I said, surprised my voice didn’t shake. “Just… driving through.” He nodded once, like that was enough answer. “I’m Jax.” He tilted his head toward his friend, who had wandered over with two more beers. “That loudmouth is Rico.” Rico grinned and set a fresh beer in front of me without asking. “Don’t let Jax scare you. He’s all bark. Mostly.” Jax shot him a look that wasn’t entirely friendly. “We’re from different worlds,” he told me, almost like he was warning me. “Rivals on paper. Friends when it counts.”

“No cinnamon in stir-fry, Maddie. Trust me on this one.” “But you said ‘unique blend’ and ‘unexpected’!” I whined. Rook, meanwhile, had found the candy aisle. He was like a kid in a sweet shop, literally. He’d already tossed in three king-sized chocolate bars and a bag of gummy bears. “Fuel for the chef, right guys?” he grunted, winking at me. “Rook, we are *not* buying all that junk food,” Jax said, his tone firm. “But it’s important for morale!” Rook protested, already eyeing a bag of sour worms.