Muichiro X Reader Spicy Novels & Stories

"But I just don't feel good about it, thinking you two are together." "Shall I take you with me to the party then?" Miya's face lit up, and she hugged him with excitement. "Yes, please!" Xenon tapped a finger on his lips, and Miya gave him a brief kiss. Xenon frowned. So she kissed him again and this time with much passion and d.e.s.i.r.e. Xenon was pleased. "Xenon, shall we have something spicy for dinner tonight?" Miya asked, missing spicy food.

The anger was rolling off him in waves and they all knew it was better to shut up than dare to challenge him at this point. Seeing that they didn't dare to say anything more, Michael turned to Elora once more. Elora gasp on seeing the murderous look on Michael's face and she needs no sooth sayer to tell her she was done for. **** Scarlett was moaning softly as Xavier moved his fingers inside of her cunt, and he could feel her muscles tightening around them in response. He continued thrusting in time to their moans, not stopping until he reached a certain spot inside her. Then he started fucking her hard, and fast.

“You didn’t even flinch when you stabbed that man.” “It's torture, Cara Mia.” He answered pressing his lips together like he wanted to say more but thought better of it. Maybe I really was overreacting. He wasn’t some accountant or student. He was the head of a Mafia empire and I’d fallen for a man whose world ran on loyalty, fear, and blood. And maybe the craziest part was… I'd caught feelings for him. Then he reached out, brushing his fingers along my wrist where the bandage ended. “You shouldn’t have come into that room.”

***** Trigger warning ahead. This chapter contains disturbing scenes. If you can't handle dark scenes, I advise you to skip it. ****** MIKHAIL’S POV The sound of her moans echoed in the room, soft at first, then louder, needier, wrapping around me like a drug I couldn’t resist. Every breath she took tested my control. Every tremble pushed my wolf closer to the edge. Her peaks were more inviting than I remembered. Even after they were red and swollen I couldn't get enough but had to force myself away from those perfect soft buds.

The flavors of need and spice that belonged only to her sweet treasure danced on her tongue. "So beautiful," Michel said, his tone possessive, "...and so mine." He helped his fragile golden lover to her feet. “Get on top of the bed, on your hands and knees. I want to fuck your cherry red ass. Diana's ass was on fire. She could probably roast a marshmallow or anything in it. But desire and her pussy leaking lubrication had her quickly following Michel's demands. Behind her came the rustle of removed clothes and the sound of a lube cap popping as her shifter lover smoothed her anus. A soft touch pressed against the entrance. “Sweetie, relax, take my fingers inside. I do not want to hurt you.

"Do you think you can take it?" Anna Michelle chortle breathlessly. Burrowing into his heaving chest. Hands splayed on his abs, idly stroking him. "That was so intense, baby. I am ready for more, if you are." Xavier pulled her astride him, angled, he pressed the head of his dick against her clit, grazing the sensitive nub again and again. She began to squirm on top of him, rubbing her sensitive nipples on his skin. Gently lifting her, adjusting her body so she was flat footed, he fitted the broad blunt head on her slit, sliding her pussy down inch by inch until he was balls deep.

She moves her head forward, opening her mouth wide for his cock to enter farther. "Fuck! Micetta..." Xavier cursed deep in his throat as her warm breath mixed with the tightness of her mouth hitting his dick. His hand went to the back of her neck, tangling his fingers in her hair, fisting it around his hand. He tilted her head up to meet his lustful, piercing gaze as he thrust his dick into her.

He wiped it with the back of his hand, then leaned in and kissed her again. Mira could taste herself on his tongue, salty and sweet. The kiss was still rough, but slower now, letting her come down. Mira’s hands moved to his belt. She wanted to return the favor. She unbuckled it quickly and pulled his zipper down. His cock sprang free, hard and thick. The head was already leaking pre-cum. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and stroked him a few times, feeling the heat and the way it twitched in her grip.

The order shot a jolt of anxious thrill through my chest - my silent bisexual wishes were about to turn concrete. I shuffled forward on my knees - my heart hammered. Marcus eased Alexa backward on the couch next to us and opened her thighs wide. While I bent toward his damp cock, Marcus slipped two thick fingers into Alexa's wet entrance, curled them and started a slow internal stroke. I paused for one heartbeat then closed my lips over the wide crown of Marcus's penis. Salt sweet flavor struck me at once, blended with the taste of Alexa's known desire. The flavor felt strong, male and oddly compelling. I drew him farther in - my mouth expanded around his girth as I pulled on him with rising

Micah replied, her face spoke of how much she wanted me and I could barely see her greens since her face, in general, was covered with lust. "You wanna know how Italians fuck?" I asked again walking slowly over to the desk "I've fucked with an Italian before," Micah replied. "But I have never seen a Sicilian like." She added and I smirked taking a packet of condoms which I tore turned back to her and watched her gaze on me as I began wearing the condom on myself, every of my movements seemed to ignite Micah's lust. I took a step closer to her and her eyes quickly lowered to my dick again before raising it at me.