Gummigoo X Jax Novels & Stories

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.

“Okay, fine. I’m not gonna fuck your girl, man. I don’t know about Maddox, though. He’s a certified fuckboy.” “Hey! You bastard!” “What? It’s true, isn’t it? You sleep with every woman you meet. You’ve knocked up so many already.” Now Andrei had shifted to teasing Maddox. Jax grabbed a beer bottle and drank straight from it. The alcohol was finally starting to kick in. This is what he wanted—to be numb. He didn’t want to think, didn’t want to remember what had happened last week. Bree—and how good she tasted—kept replaying in his mind. They weren’t even naked yet, but he could already savor how sweet she was. He didn’t even have to whip his cock out—he came straight into his pants, and it st

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."

his white teeth kept gleaming and shining, and he reached his hand towards my blonde hair, wrapping a strand around his tattooed finger, "so shut your fucking mouth and accept that I find you amusing." In part, for a guy... no, not just any guy, Jax Jones, Jax Jones! had told me he found me amusing, that was damn good in my mission: "discover the hottie". Deep down, everything about Jax Jones wasn't so mysterious, I didn't know him, but just with those words, I wanted to know more about him.

That deep, lazy drawl… smooth, dangerous, unforgettable. Jaxx. I froze. No. No, no, no. This couldn’t be real. Not now. Not tonight. Graham’s eyes narrowed immediately, sharp and suspicious. I turned my head slightly away, my body rigid, my voice lowered to a harsh whisper. “Jaxx… what the hell are you doing?” A low chuckle rumbled on the other end, rich and mocking. “What do you mean? Just checking on my Bambina. You sound tense. Something wrong?”

He fucked me through my orgasm, then buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep groan, pumping even more hot cum deep inside me. We stayed connected for a long moment, kissing lazily while he softened inside me. But Jax wasn’t satisfied yet. After a few minutes of gentle kisses and whispered praises “Such a good girl for me… taking my cock so well”, he pulled out slowly. A thick stream of his cum leaked from my swollen pussy. He watched it with dark satisfaction, then used two fingers to push it back inside me. “Can’t waste a single drop,” he murmured. “Now get on your knees, princess. I want to fuck your mouth.”

He shoved his d*ck into her mouth again, f*cking her face once more. She moaned and drooled up and down its length. Moaning and cooing ensued as her mouth worked on his d*ck. Loo's p*ssy got wetter and wetter as she gobbled away at Jaxon's dick. "That's a good girl...oh yes.. keep going." Jaxon groaned. Loo gagged hard on his d*ck, her saliva making it slippery. Jaxon stopped to uncuff her hands.

Never had we seen a bloodlust driven vampire, hunt and feed before and it made us nauseous to keep watching her bathe in - ughh - Xyler’s blood. So we did the only rational thing that we could think of and do- turn around and spill our stomach’s acids out. “Ewww. You ruined my favourite, custom made shoes, dude !!” Jax shrieked as he came back to his senses and got up. “Oh man !” he whined. “I will buy you another pair of- …. ughh …. blergh,” I sprayed all over Jax’s trousers too. “For the love of God, not my favourite trousers too !!” Jax cried out.

Behind me, Jax sat in the corner like a storm cloud, shoulders hunched, jaw tight. Then, without warning, he picked up the watermelon from the table. It was whole, uncut and crushed it in his fist. The sound it made was… unpleasant. A wet, squelching burst followed by the sloppy thud of red pulp hitting the floor. It was disgusting, sure, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t also a little impressive. Only Jax could make destroying fruit look like some kind of raw power move. I didn’t comment. I just turned back to my phone, pretending the splatter on the counter didn’t exist. That was our way: if you didn’t want to talk about it, you didn’t.

exclaimed Ann. “Good that you like this place, Ann. Because I also really like this place," said Jax. "Yeah, we have to come again," said Ann. "I'd really like to have dessert now if you don't mind," said Jax. “Oh, what is it? I'm curious," said Ann. "Take a guess. The dessert was delicious and addicted me,” Jax said with a big grin. "Wow, what's that about? Mango pudding? Coconut Jelly? Chocolate cake? Fruit soup? What is it?" guessed Ann, giggling.