Spice Kitty Novels & Stories

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

“Waking up with a bang to celebrate your fiftieth birthday seemed like the best start for our day.” “And it was, Little Kitten,” I whisper before slowly pulling myself off his still semi-erect cock. I don’t know how but Aubrey’s dick seems to get hard faster and stay hard longer than any other shifter I know, yet, he can fit that huge thing into tiny lacy girl panties. I am not certain I want to know how that trick is performed. “Let’s shower and get dressed. We can have breakfast on the terrace and go into the city to do a little shopping, maybe even find some of my family members,” I say.

Xan grinned from ear to ear, his little Phoenix was daydreaming about him! “What with roses and stuff?” Denug said confused. Normally women wanted more than a tour in a horse and cart! “Oh, she does not like Roses, her favourite flower is Sunflowers! Also, her favourite sweet is Turkish Delight and she loves my Mum’s Belgium Hot Chocolate!” Kitty said with a smile. “Are you sure that is it? I mean we have a million-dollar budget for this!” Denug said astonished. Tony sighed and said “Kitty, how much does Grace spend a month on herself? Not including on Tobias of course!”

the grumpy alpha says leaving the room, ready to go run his anger off, I took off to find the kitten, I bet she'll eat tonight. "Hey kitty," I say finding her on top of her shelf, her tail was moving lazily around, she must be bored staying here all alone the whole day, bored, we need to get her some toys soon. "Hi," she answers me waving her hand over her head. "Wanna come down? Spend time with me?" I ask her finger crossed she'll agree to come down and spend time with me. "Okay," she agrees, giving me her hands ready to come down.

he moaned, “just like a vice around my cock." He used his palms to spread my ass cheeks like a loaf of bread. My eyes watered when his tip touched that spot. “Yes Daddy please,” I begged, gripping the edge of the chair hard as he increased his pace. “Harder,” I moaned, heat surging through my veins. The smell of nicotine filtered through my nose and with heavily lidded eyes I saw Mr. Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar.

“So… SPICY is it? Just that?” Bree tilted her head, smirking. “Girl, you can’t just stop at SPICY. That’s cute, but we need something… sexy. Something that makes people curious keeps them wanting more.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sexy, huh? Like what?” Bree’s fingers drummed against the table as she thought. Then her eyes lit up. “Spicy… Temptation! That’s it. It’s mysterious, alluring… it screams ‘look at me’ without giving it all away.”

Snake said, "Oh yeah and from where I was standing when you had her bent over backwards, she sure does have a pretty pussy. DAMN HOT ONE TOO!" I smiled and said to snake, "I think any pussy you see, black, white, yellow or red would be pretty to you." He acted like he was in thought for a moment before he responded with, "But I love your pussy the most Ms. Britt. Ain't no other girl can hold a candle to that piece of heaven you have between your legs." Spike got the beer out of the refrigerator and I stirred the pot one more time and it was steaming all the way through, so I told the guys to have a seat. I put a hot plate on the table then sat the pot with a big spoon beside it.

Scarlet's mouth widened, and she took a double step back, "What the heck?" Spencer smirked and took slow steps towards her, "Hi, Kitten. Nice to see you again after leaving without a simple thank you." "What are you doing here?" she questioned. He raised a brow at her, "You know the answer to that." Monica laughed. She didn't want to believe it. "So, you are the CEO of Mo's Fashion Empire?" Spencer shrugged. "Why are you so shocked, Kitten?"

After taking a bite, his handsome face turned red from the spiciness and he spat out the words, “What kind of hotpot did you order?” “The spiciest one.” Shaun smiled coldly. “You’re trying really hard to spite me.” Catherine frowned and looked up at him, her face flushed from the heat. “I’m not. I’ve always liked to eat spicy food, but in order to accommodate you, I didn’t put peppers in the dishes I cooked. Now, I’ll only eat what I like to eat. I’m not going to devote myself to anyone anymore, understand?” Shaun felt conflicted. She liked to eat spicy food?

“And I didn’t tell anyone where I was going. No one else knows where you are.” “Good,” says Kitty, acknowledging me for the first time. “It needs to stay that way.” She focuses her attention on her pancakes again, slicing them up with quick, precise movements. Even her manicure looks expensive – long, perfectly filed nails that look like they’re covered in a thin sheet of actual mirror – more reflective than you could achieve with only silver nail polish. They must be stick-ons or something. A row of cute rose gold rings are stacked on the middle finger of her left hand, linked by a delicate twisting chain. Even with her makeup all smudged, she's like rock royalty. She could easily be gracin