Gummigoo X Jax Mga Nobela at Kwento

The neon sign outside “THE FULL MOON” bar flickered with a buzzing sound that usually meant a bulb was about to explode, but inside the air was a scent of cheap whiskey, expensive cigar smoke, and the musky pheromones of filthy restless werewolves. “My name is ROXY” I stood backstage, leaning against a peeling locker watching Jax, adjust his glittery thong in the mirror. Jax was my best friend. “Just a little here, and yup that’s it” He chuckled while dusting gold shimmers onto his pecs.

He sank onto the single armchair, clutching one of the threadbare arms, and Gia and I sat together on his shabby sofa. “Did you see who it was?” Jax asked, leaning forward to rest on his thighs. Gia took a sip of the smoky-flavored liquid and cradled the glass between her hands. “It was one of those Hellhound fuckers,” I replied in a scornful tone. “He made damn sure I saw him before he hightailed out of there.”

He yells, making Gabriel and the blonde chuckle. Gia watches and simply shrugs while flashing him a victorious smile. “Well, you only have yourself to blame. You’re the one who enjoyed punching and kicking me while putting that pathetic excuse of a dick inside of me. What did you think was going to happen? Speaking of, thanks. Saved me the trouble of drinking silver or bleach. They do taste quite awful.” She said, making a gag noise. Jax starts angrily growling, licking his chops like he wants to kill and eat something raw after tearing it apart.

Jax smirked, his dark eyes softening as he trapped Ginny’s hand in his own large palm. "I knew what I wanted, Gin. Why waste breath on talking when the bond was screaming loud enough to wake the dead?" "Oh, please," Ginny teased, her eyes sparkling with that familiar human mischief. "The bond was screaming 'Mine,' but your brain was screaming vanilla and honey. I thought you meant my shampoo so I shouted, 'Target Shampoo, five dollars!' Honestly, Jax, I’m surprised you didn't try to buy me in bulk right then and there."

“Ohh… fuck… just like that!” He chuckled against her skin. “Greedy slut. Been dripping for my cock since you showed up, haven’t you?” “Yes,” she admitted shamelessly, shoving her bikini bottoms down. Her smooth, puffy pussy glistened in the sunlight. Jax dropped to his knees in the sand and buried his face between her thighs like a starving man. His tongue was relentless, long, flat licks from her dripping hole to her throbbing clit, then tight circles that made her knees buckle. He sucked her clit into his mouth, two thick fingers plunging deep into her cunt, curling against her G-spot.

Sophia could only whimper in response as Jax, the rugged COO with intricate tattoos covering his muscular arms, positioned himself at the other end of the table. He cupped her jaw gently but firmly, guiding his thick cock past her swollen lips. She sucked him eagerly, tongue swirling around the head, tasting the mix of their combined releases from earlier rounds. The dual invasion — Marcus stretching her pussy while Jax filled her mouth — left her completely overwhelmed in the best possible way.

Alex slumped on top of me with a layer of cum coating both our chests. "That was fucking good," he mumbled against my neck. "I don't think we need to buy condoms anymore," I said, making Alex chuckle. He slowly pulled out of my hole and I could feel his cum drip out of me. Goosebumps appeared on my skin as I shivered from the sensation. Alex then went down and dragged his tongue from my navel up to my chest, filling his mouth with my cum. Alex then gently grabbed my jaw, opening my mouth, and letting the cum drip from his mouth into mine. Alex watched as I swallowed my own cum, a satisfied smile filling his face.

She didn’t notice the way Jax’s gaze flicked to her legs when she crossed them, black tailored skirt riding up just enough to show the thin line where her stocking met her thigh, she didn’t notice his fingers tighten on the wheel when she laughed once, sharp and cold, at whatever bullshit excuse the COO was feeding her. They hit the underground garage beneath Kane Tower. Mara was already reaching for the door handle when Jax was suddenly there out, around, pulling it open before her fingers touched the metal. He held a large black umbrella over her head without a word. Rain drummed on it like gunfire. She stepped out, close enough now to catch his scent: clean skin, faint leather from the ja

So she is James's sister, huh? "Jam, I want to introduce to you a good friend, Black. Black, my sister Jamaine, " "Please to meet you," Jam said and offered her hands. "Same here," I said, reaching out for her hand.As the three of us walked around, we saw Roxanne. "Rox", I called her. She immediately turned around and smiled. "Wow Black you're here!" she said surprisingly while hugging me. He hugged James too. James and Jam left to entertain the other visitors. Roxanne and I were left alone.

Across the circle stood Jax. The cadet whose nose I had broken in training looked different. He was bigger. His muscles were swollen, veins pulsing like angry worms under his skin. His eyes weren't just red with the shift; they were bleeding black at the edges. He smelled of ozone and something sweet and chemical. Sickeningly sweet. Barzil-juice. Illegal combat stimulants. "You look small," Jax rumbled. His voice distorted by his elongated jaws. Wet sounds of saliva slapping against teeth. He dragged his claws through the sand. Scritch. "Easy to break."