Jegulus Fanart Spicy Novels & Stories

The door of the bathroom flew open, what I first saw was a white skin, fragile white legs on a pair of slippers. I looked up and found a towel wrapped about the body from the waist to the two knees. I was sure this mustn't be a lady because a lady would definitely not wrap a towel from her waist but instead from her chest. Then my eyes moved slowly upwards, I saw... packs...six packs...well set and arranged. I saw a muscular body, then I lifted my eyes up...I saw... a pretty man. His dark oily hair fell slightly on his forehead giving him the cute appearance of a young high school boy. His sideburns and flirting eyelashes with light but tiny pink lips can make any lady crawl into his bed wit

Toyota smiled sinisterly, her soulless eyes rolling. <><><> "Oh f**k!" Jezebel threw her head back, eyes clamped close as she moaned for Tiger. He's between her open legs, watching her lose her damn mind with his fingers inside her, and his mouth around her cl*t. He has been doing it for centuries, tasting her while she begs for more. He f**ked her fast, twirling his tongue around her cl*t. He shifted his fingers so he nailed her g-spot. The speed was relentless, bouncing off her back wall as her soft p*ssy creamed nonstop.

“My name is Spicy, and I’m here to give you the full VIP experience. My rules are no touching, no happy endings, and if you need extra time, you’ll have to……” “No need for the speech,” he interrupted smoothly. “I already know who you are. You were all over the news last weekend after Jace Harrington got into a fight over you. That got my attention. My name is Nico. Nice to finally meet you, Spicy.” He leaned in and tucked a stray curl behind my ear. His touch was light, but it made my skin crawl. “I had to see for myself what made the almighty Jace Harrington lose his mind over a stripper. You smell sweet… I wonder how you taste.” He teased.

Fuck ...The sight of Claire’s tongue sliding into Jessica’s mouth, combined with the way Jessica’s tight pussy clenched around his cock, was too much. “Fuck…” Riven growled, his eyes locked on them. He gripped Jessica’s hips bruisingly and pounded up into her with deep, powerful strokes, using her body while enjoying the show. The wet sounds of Claire devouring Jessica’s tits and mouth mixed with the obscene slap of skin on skin was so fucking hot that it finally pushed him over the edge.

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

Juicy just held it all in until she felt like her heart would explode out of her chest in rage. She could have learned from Felix, who never let anyone get the last word, even if the end result was that he would still get beat up. He would always say, 'They just jealous of you, Juicy. That's why they talk about you. You look good and they wish they could look this hot. Vogue, girl!' And then they would prance around like models in a Madonna video; laughing all the while.

asked Jisung in a curious tone. “Carolina Reaper” said Min Ji in a nervous tone. “Nice. It works perfectly fine. Can you send me some? I will add this to my spicy ramen” said Jisung excitedly. “Alright. I will send it you tonight only. Do you like spicy food too?” asked Min Ji curiously. “What? I love it” said Jisung cheerfully. “Then come home one day, I will make you spicy ramen with extra spicy drum sticks” said Min Ji in an excited tone.

Elara The door of the Velvet Sin closes behind me with a dull click, muffled by the heavy bass beat vibrating the floor beneath my stiletto heels. Two minutes. Two damn minutes late, and already, I feel their gaze on me, his gaze above all. The air is thick, heavy with the smell of sweat, leather, and that sickeningly sweet cheap perfume the submissives spray on themselves before getting on all fours. The dim lights, blood red and electric purple, draw shifting shadows over the packed bodies, some already naked, others still clad in latex or lace, waiting their turn. I don't have time to adjust my dress—a piece of black silk slit to the hip, barely held by a studded leather belt—when his han

he frowned “speaking of work, I have to return to Italy soon, pack matters and company matters too” I nodded “this tastes so good Arian” I moaned, throwing my head back. “Glad you like it” he said huskily “but I must admit, the sound you just made is so similar to the one you made when I tasted you for the first time” My eyes widened and I stopped chewing immediately to avoid choking again. He burst out laughing at my expression “you should see your face” he slapped His thigh “you look like a tomato” Surely enough my cheeks felt like they were on fire. I swallowed my food and pointed my fork at him,