Spicy Booktok Excerpts Novels & Stories

God, she tasted like sin coated with deliciousness. “S-sir…” Her moans were broken as she started to move her hips, riding my tongue like she couldn't get enough, and fuck I loved it. I slid a finger in along with my tongue, teasing her g-spot and she cried out in pleasure as she arched her back.

Lia yelled, pulling forcefully on Bima's arm. Bima turned for one last look at the hole, catching sight of a cookbook that had fallen open to a page with handwriting he recognized all too well. His own handwriting from the future. The page bore a single sentence, "Never stop cooking, even when this world no longer has fire." Then, at the end of the collapsing crystal corridor, a massive black shadow began to crawl upward, carrying an aroma even sharper than ozone, the scent of burnt meat that had already been served.

ahhhh water plzzz - I screamed jumping on my place and her eyes widened. "ohh god - she said and quickly gave me bottle of water, I drank it whole. "ohh I am really sorry I didn't know you can't eat this spicy only - she said. "izzah how can you eat this that's damn spicy - I said. "it's not at all spicy for me, I can eat more spice - she said proudly. This girl. Did she has superpower of eating this much spicy. She ate pani puri and now papdi chat came and she was licking her lips.

You know what, fuck it. "Okay I'll do it." I nod, digging into my food because I'm starving. The food that's in front of me is Chicken Alfredo, which is my absolute favorite with green spaghetti, literally chef kiss. I quickly cave into the food, quickly savoring the taste. "Great, I'll get your details from your mother and I'll text you whenever your first book is." She smiles. I look in Heavens direction and she looks lost. I mean, lost. It's like she's sad about something and I'm kinda worried for her.

And still, I cannot stop. AUTHOR'S NOTE: MMMN. SOMETHING FEELS SO HOT AND SPICY IN HERE. 🥵 RATE AND REVIEW PLEASE 🥵

I hesitate, glancing at the angry runes still smoking faintly on his chest. "I'll be quick," I promise, pressing a fast kiss to his burning forehead. "Don't move. Please." I slip out of bed and hurry to the kitchen, my new heightened senses making everything feel overwhelming. The fridge light is too bright. The sound of my own footsteps echoes strangely. I crave spice. Plenty of heat. And meat. The juicy, soft kind, oozing with spice. Oh, I can almost taste it. My hands move on autopilot as I throw together the spiciest pasta I can manage with extra chilli flakes, chunks of sausage and beef, garlic, and a heavy drizzle of oil. The smell hits me like a drug, making my mouth water and my stom

She claimed the farthest corner seat, dropping her six-figure bag careless on the plastic chair beside. "Spicy kick?" The lady checked. "Load it up," Sophia grinned. "I'm a spice fiend." "You got it!" The woman hollered back cheery. Sophia had craved heat since kid days, but skin-care strict these years kept her from the heavy stuff. Roadside joint like this? Time to drown the hurt in fire. The lady hustled over a plate piled with chili-dusted wings. "My own blend—secret recipe. One taste, and they're hooked."

He followed a second later, spilling inside me with a low groan. We collapsed together on the desk, breathing hard, sweat dripping down our wet bodies. I felt some liquid touch my cheek. When I looked up, I saw that Mr. Sinclair was now close to me, wet cream shooting from his cap. I brought my tongue out and his sloppy dick slid into my mouth. I licked his cap clean, swallowing his cum. When he was satisfied he stood back, tucking himself back into his slacks. "Well," he said with a chuckle. "That was certainly an interesting way to end the workday."

Nyla: Sure, you can take as much as you want. A wide grin spread across my face. I replied quickly with a simple “Thanks” before I could overthink it. I grabbed the cutter and carefully opened the carton. Inside were rows and rows of small sachets of hot sauce. I took one, tore it open, and squeezed a generous amount over the fresh fries I had ordered earlier. The smell hit me first. It was rich, spicy, and slightly sweet. I dipped a fry and took a bite. Holy shit.

“Oh, you guys are not going to believe this. Our little spy is a massive freak.” I adjusted my posture, holding the diary up to the ambient light of the limo. “‘If he pushed me against the bookshelves, I wouldn’t even fight back,’” I read, my voice dripping with dark amusement. “‘I want him to take control. I want him to rip this stupid sweater off me. I can practically feel his hands gripping my thighs, bruising my skin, pushing his huge dick inside my tight and wet aching pussy while he whispers my name…’”