Solangelo Fanart Spicy Novels & Stories

Her thighs glistened, the stool beneath her damp. She looked powerful and inviting, and I leaned in to taste her properly. “Oh shít,” she breathed. “Your tongue is so soft. Oh my god.” I slid my tongue between her folds, slow and thorough, her hands instantly tangling in my hair. “That good?” I murmured before diving back in. “Oh yes. So fúcking good. Please. Eat my pússy, Valeria Knox,” she moaned. Hearing my name like that pushed me over the edge. I pressed my tongue deep inside her, making her arch and gasp.

The walls were covered with vintage Italian posters, and a massive wood-fired oven dominated the back wall. "What looks good?" I asked, scanning the chalkboard menu. "You pick. I trust your judgment." I approached the counter where a bearded man greeted us. "What can I get you ladies?" "One large Margherita and one large..." I glanced at the specialty options. "What's the 'Inferno'?" "Spicy soppressata, calabrian chilies, hot honey. Not for the faint of heart." He mimed wiping sweat from his brow. "Perfect. We'll take that too."

Tattoos identical to those on Kian and Frost paint up and down his arms and peek out from the collar of his shirt. A new scent joins Frost’s spicy warmth—fresh air and sunshine. The smell of racing through the open plains, cool mountain wind in my fur and the Montana sun beaming down. Freedom and contentment. The new man’s scent wafts around me, mingling with Frost’s spicy warmth until I think I’m going to suffocate. My body reacts to this man with the same alarming need I’d had for Kian the night we met, and again last night for Frost.

The hot coffee smell hits my nose and I think I'm already satisfied. "What will you like to have" The barista that appears to be a highschool student smiles at me sweetly, revealing his perfect dentition. Oh no! I forgot to brush my teeth. "I'll have two skinny cappuccino to go please" "Tall or grande" he leans on the counter still smiling. Please don't do this right now, in your front is an angry girl that just had the worst morning and is ready to explode at any slight provocation. "Tall"

I scream his name, a piercing cry, a prayer, a blasphemy. It's the signal. His control shatters. His face decomposes into a grimace of pure, primal pleasure. He thrusts one last time, splitting me in two, and I feel him explode inside me. Hot, deep, the ultimate assertion. His seed marks me from within, sealing the insane pact we have just spoken. My own body follows, shaken by spasms so violent they seem to dislocate me. It's not pleasure. It's capitulation. A dissolution. I drown in him. And I let it happen.

Once close up, one from farther back showing my full body, and one with my fingers spreading my lips open. My heart was racing as I sent them all in a quick burst, along with a new message... "This is what you do to me even when you’re far away. I’m so wet and needy for you, Sebastian. I miss your hands… your mouth… your cock. Come home soon and fuck me like you used to." I hit send, then leaned back against the cool tile, breathing fast. The ball was in his court now. Fuck... I really wanted him to respond.

She was so freaking creamy down there. We fingered each other like animals, hips grinding, mouths messy with spit. Our moans were so loud, we didn’t have a care in the world. She pulled her fingers out of me with a wet pop and moved down while ripping my panties off completely and buried her face between my thighs. Her tongue licked long and slow from my asshole up to my clit. Then she sucked my clit hard, flicking it fast. I grabbed her head, grinding my soaking pump Im against her face.

“All this time you’ve been walking around the house in those baggy hoodies and loose jeans, pretending to be the perfect innocent little stepsister… and you’re actually Lunar Katt? The masked slut who twerks her ass and spreads her dripping pussy on camera for thousands of guys?” Her mouth fell open and closed several times opened again. Her face had gone completely pale like she was about to pass out. “Please… Nelson, it’s not what you think. I can explain…” I pulled my phone out, opened my secret folder, and hit play. The sound of her own pornstar moans immediately filled the small bathroom. On the screen, Lunar Katt was on all fours, completely naked except for the black mask, back arched

Hips jerked forward on instinct, chasing the pressure. Sol didn't hesitate. Tongue flicked out, flat and wet, tracing the fat vein underside—savoring the musky tang, salty skin, faint bitterness of pre. Eyes half-lidded in bliss, he engulfed the head: lips stretching obscene around the girth, jaw aching instant. It didn't fit—fuck, barely half—but he forced it, throat relaxing on reflex from too many dark fantasies. Hollowed cheeks, sucked hard, bobbing filthy rhythm. Wet slurps filled the room, echoing off sinks and stalls. Spit bubbled at corners of his mouth, dripping chin to collarbone.

Sebastian’s POV I felt a woman’s hand slowly sliding up my leg toward my groin. I downed the last shot of my beer. Spartan was packed tonight—full of people hyped up and dancing like crazy. It wasn’t even midnight yet, but the place was already wild. Bodies grinding, music blasting, and everyone chasing alcohol, pleasure, and a good lay. A tingling sensation shot through me. The woman was rubbing my half-hard dick now. I quickly caught her hand to stop her. She looked shocked for a second, confused why I stopped her, but then that confusion melted into a wicked smile.