Spicy Stories Novels & Stories

Crimson begrudgingly went to his room. Scarlet let out a sigh of relief and sat down on the couch. "What do you want to order, Black? Should we go for some fried chicken?" "That's fine with me." I replied. "Great! Crimson likes the spicy kind, so let's order that too. For drinks, we can just buy some later. There's a convenience store near here, so that isn't much trouble."

He was spacing out with a somber expression. Anderson quietly turned to Suit, waiting for the demon to state his question. “Never mind. I already have my answer. Besides, like you said. It doesn’t matter. She’s already burning in hell anyways. So, shall we begin the next story? I believe you’ve rested enough?” Anderson nodded his head, ignoring the bit about Miss. Agnes burning in hell. He did not exactly care. That story was over. The kids were fine and made something of themselves. No matter what, he would most likely choose the same path. He could not guarantee a different approach would work. Most important, the story was over, and he was moving on.

He spread Tyler’s cheeks and licked a slow stripe over his hole. Tyler gasped sharply. "What the—oh fuck!" The wet heat made his knees buckle. Jax’s tongue circled, probing, pushing inside. Tyler’s cock jerked, pre-cum dripping onto the floor. *This is so wrong,* Tyler thought, but pleasure crashed through him. He pushed back against Jax’s face, moaning. Jax ate him out with hunger, tongue fucking deep. His hand reached around and stroked Tyler’s leaking cock. "So tight. You’ve never been fucked, have you?"