Is Shatter Me Spicy Novels & Stories

Every slam of his hips against your ass as his fat cock gets shoved to its full depth has your tits smearing through the pizza sauce. "Then, with his fist still tangled into your hair he pulls your head back and the arch in your back lifts your tits free of the hot sauce. "The clinging, sauce looses its temperature quickly, but as that sensation subsides, you begin to feel the burn of the spices on your tender, puffy nipples, and as he fucks your cunt with hard, quickening thrusts, you yell, 'Oh, God, yes! Fuck my burning cunt! Shove your hard fucking dick up my guts until I cum all over it!"

“So fucking bad…” It’s as if my words jolt them into action. Shane gets on his knees in front of me, pushing my knees apart and uncovering my upper thighs. He stares for a beat. They all do. Me too. There’s a wet line running the length of my slit and clearly visible through the triangle of lace covering my mound. Shane rubs the pad of his thumb over it and brings it to his mouth, tasting my most intimate flavor. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and his eyelids fall while he keeps licking his thumb. When he opens back his mesmerizing baby blues, the kinky motherfucker looks to his friends, rumbling, “she tastes fucking amazing. Sweet and rich. Fuck, I’ll never get enough.” He pins me w

I've missed him. And tonight, I plan on waltzing into the bedroom, naked and seducing Maddox with my breasts and big nipples. But it seems life has other plans. Out of flipping nowhere, incredible pain shoots up my spine. "Oh-my-god..." I whisper, shutting my eyes close. Everything goes hot and tight. I'm cramping, and the world momentarily turns black. Ugh. It feels like I'm burning up. Like the water from the shower was gasoline and someone threw a matchstick to set my body on fire, especially my lower parts. The blood in my veins is lava, and I'm shaking.

The tension that's been building inside me for years finally Went beyond its cap. Under the spark of fury, I raised the plate in my hand and smashed it down onto Freya's head. The sound of shattering porcelain echoes through the air as Freya lets out a shrill scream. Gravy drips down her excessively styled hair, a spicy scent filling the space around us. "You b*tch!" Freya shrieks, blinking furiously as she pants the spicy gravy burns her eyes. She stumbles backward, her hands flailing all over.

he said, leaning back in his chair. I forced myself to stay still. To pretend that this was the moment I had wanted. Damien reached for his whiskey again, taking a slow sip before fixing me with an approving look. “And how did it feel?” The question sent a shiver down my spine. I forced myself to answer. “Necessary.” Damien grinned. “That’s my girl.” My stomach churned at the words, but I kept my face blank. This was the first step. I had convinced him.

I hate my pathetic life. God, what the fuck did I ever do to you? One might think it's all just glitz, glam, money, and hot guys as the princess of the Marino mafia but oh can they ever be so wrong. I usually blow off some steam by keeping my winning streak at street races, going to underground fights, visiting the shooting range, eating skittles or hot Cheeto's, completing missions, taking out kills, you get the idea. And right now, I need my get away. And that's where my friends come in. This get away is more of a toxins related one.

"That sent a shiver down my spine. I think the spiced meat last time made me forget about your poor taste in foods." "Speaking of which, have you recovered?" "Adequately." Her lids lowered for a moment, and she swallowed, feeling her body relax into the mattress. "I plan to get better. A little practise, and I'd be drinking hot sauce out of the bottle." "Practice?" "Mmhmm. I wouldn't let anyone best me when it comes to spicy food. I used to be good at eating those. So, I'll ease myself into it and then take it a step further."

That insane . "Angela are you crazy" I said to her tying to collect it from her hand before another person sees it . My cheek burn in embarrassment as the taught of wearing that in front of Mr DiCaprio and seeing his face. I have never worn anything like this before in front of my past boyfriends talk more of going further than sharing innocent kisses . "Samantha stop being a baby. You are a beautiful twenty three years old women and his high time you display this beautiful body of yours and drive a man insane." She said trying to boast my ego.

But when he did it, he had to lean over much farther than I had because of his increased height. “I still don’t get why you want to keep it. You know the Blackmoor Pack has a healer that was more than willing to help.” I shrugged, my am thrumming lightly as a reminder. The pain medication was doing its trick, but every time I thought about it, it would start to thrum a little. “It’s just a reminder.” Junto looked at me, but I refused to meet his eyes. Instead, I looked at the water rippling in the moonlight. “Isn’t that the reason you would want to get rid of it? It’s going to scar if you leave it like this.”

I let out a moan, arching my hips even higher, I could die from not having him right now. "What are you doing?" I asked him when he brought his lips to my temple. "Tasting you" he replied calmly, without waiting for my response he pulled my pant and brought his mouth to my private area working wonders with his lips and fingers. The feeling was different, I felt I was going to explode. I have never felt this good, every single muscle in my body tensed up. My head was spinning and I seems to have lost control as I screamed. My body shuddered as I felt powerless and I held unto him.