Wattpad Spicy Novels & Stories

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."

She reached the table with the jug of water, face flushed deep red, eyes blazing as she slammed it down in front of him. “Here’s your water,” she hissed under her breath, glaring daggers at Shawn while their dad obliviously munched away. Their father extended his cup toward her with a casual nod. “Thanks, kiddo.” Ally steadied the jug over it, trying to focus on the simple task, until Shawn’s thumb casually flicked the remote again. A sudden, powerful pulse ripped through the vibrating egg, stronger this time, buzzing relentlessly against her swollen G-spot. Her whole body jerked violently, a sharp gasp tore from her throat as water sloshed over the rim, splashing across the table.

His cock was already wet as he continued to rub it against Allison pussy lips. Allison was already soaking wet. Thunder grabbed both of the lady's legs and spread them wide. He centered his large cock in the waiting hole of his friend's mother. He pushed halfly his cock hard in her pussy until it split half. Allison screamed at what Thunder did. "Ah, you're so big, fuck!" the lady groaned. "What’s big in me?" Thunder teased. "I d-don’t know…” Allison’s voice shook. Thunder thrust hard again. "Answer me, Allison. What’s huge in me?”

Valeria took a sip of water and stretched herself, "I'm starving. I want to have something." "You're such a foodie," William smiled and continued, "Here comes the dessert that you asked for. However, I didn't ask the servant to get you the spicy hotpot as it is not good for your health." "You're so petty," Valeria muttered as she had two bites of cake, "I'm really craving for spicy hotpot! As well as spicy shrimp, hot pepper chicken, beef..." "You can have them all after you have given birth." "You always say the same thing to me," Valeria pouted at her lips.

He asked teasingly and Nate just blinked before he looked away, blushing deep red, Spade's chuckle turned into a sweet smile "I already told you, I've never been with anyone like this, my life before you used to be work, mafia, fuck when I feel like it" he said, making Nate to further blush, hearing Spade use that word so brashly, God he sounded so hot. "I've never had or been with any special someone, you are my special someone Nate" he muttered, before he kissed Nate on the lips again, both of them totally forgetting about what started the conversation in the first place.

I descended the last few steps and approached the island. He pulled out a stool for me, his hand hovering near my waist until I was seated. The smell of the arrabbiata was intoxicating, bright, spicy, and rich. "Eat," he said, hovering over me for a second before taking his own seat. "I put extra chili in. I want to see if you can handle the heat, or if you're just as soft as the tabloids say." I took a bite, the spice hitting the back of my throat instantly. It was searing, painful, and incredible. It forced me to be present. It forced me to feel something other than the hollow ache in my ribs.

"Get your heads in the game! If I see one more lazy pass, you can all spend the rest of the week running laps until you puke!" Sloane’s voice echoed through the Chicago Storm locker room like a gunshot. She paced the length of the tiled floor, her footsteps heavy and uneven. Every time she shifted her weight, she felt a sharp, lingering ache between her thighs. The memory of the concrete floor and Tatum’s rough fingers flashed through her mind, making her core tighten. She was still sore, her pussy feeling swollen and sensitive from the intensity of their encounter in the tunnel. The physical reminder of Tatum’s dominance was driving her into a frenzy of irritation.

“Let’s show your stepbrother how Mommy and daughter take care of each other.” I didn’t need convincing. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto my mouth, burying my tongue deep inside her hot, creamy hole. She tasted like sex—sweet, tangy, mixed with the faint musk of Jake’s cock. Sarah moaned loudly and dove between my legs, licking long, hungry stripes up my slit before sucking hard on my swollen clit.

“Oops!” Celine was surprised. Iced caramel macchiato with Bobba was spilled just like that. She had just enjoyed a little. Today's weather in Manhattan was quite hot and it was best to enjoy a glass of iced caramel macchiato. Unfortunately... “You!” Sella pointed at Celine with an angry look. “What are you doing?!”

Story 5: Fuck, I'm on Cloud 9 Lydia’s legs felt weak as she crept downstairs, still flushed and unsatisfied. Her pussy throbbed with every step, Julian’s cum slowly leaking down her inner thigh. She told herself she was just getting water. That was all. But the moment she reached the kitchen, her eyes locked on Mila. Mila stood at the counter in a loose tank top and shorts, slowly licking a spoon of ice cream. The creamy dessert melted on her tongue as she dragged it deliberately across her full lips, eyes lifting to meet Lydia’s with dark amusement.