Adele Hot Novels & Stories

By tomorrow, my lips would be swollen from how rough he kissed me. He finally sat back in the seat beside me, breathing hard. We were a mess. "I love fucking you." He muttered, running his hand through his hair. I smiled, my cheeks burning. "You're so wild." "You bring it out of me." He grinned, knowing exactly what he did to me. My phone rang, I took it from my bag, and froze when I saw the name. Why was Tyla calling? Before I could pick up, the call ended. Then came a text. I tapped the screen, my heart pounding. The message read: 'I know what you've been doing.' I stopped breathing.

He needed the money. “Fine,” he sighed. “ You win. Forty and we become family but I don’t know how I can get Karen to marry you. You are way older than her, she won’t agree to it.” “That is okay because she won’t have to. Like I said before, I don’t want her. I want Adele.” “But she is dead!” “No she isn’t! Adele is living in Palo Alto with her cute little boy. She’s been living there for the past five years.”

she moaned, winding her arms tight around his neck, her vaginal muscles quivering at his first touch. "Your sweet little cunt is wet and hot," he murmured, his deep voice like a warm caress. "I love the way your muscles grip my fingers." He added a third finger to the other two, curling the tips to find her sweet spot, massaging it as she began to ride him. The sound of the music drifted out to them, surrounding them, their movements matching the rhythm like an erotic dance.

really. Adele chuckled, obviously reading my thoughts. She stepped closer and brought her head lower so that she whispered against my ear, "I'm going for a ménage à trois so I'm out to hunt for someone as good looking as him. Help a sister have a good night after a long day, will you?" Very well, I only had bitchy sisters and they were both fucking my brother. Adele shoved the jacket into my hold and moved back. She winked and flipped her hair before turning around to leave but I held her back just before she walked right out of the door.

"I'm sure they'll come. Sheila lives for these events. She loves them. And Adele will come to support you no matter what." "By the way, did you know that Adele is a member of the royal family?" She'd totally forgotten to bring it up in all the excitement of preparing for the dinner. "Yes," he nodded. "I knew about that." "And you didn't think to tell me all this while?" She exclaimed. He shrugged. "I figured you knew and just didn't care." "How does a person not care about information like that?" She asked incredulously. Devlin laughed. "I don't. It's not like she's next in line to the throne. Plus, I'm pretty sure she doesn't want you to care either, love."

She could only pray and hope that whatever announcement she was about to make would not be something that will make her life take a drastic turn. After dinner, which was silent as usual, Adele went straight into her bedroom to put on another sweater. The house had a sophisticated heating system, but her cold intolerance made her feel like there was no heating system in the house. If they had to adjust the temperature of the thermostat to her taste, then everyone else was going to die of heat, so she always made sure to double sweaters to keep herself warm.

I found Adele's contact and called. She picked up on the second ring. "Mr. Moretti." "How is she today?" "Much better." Genuine warmth in it. "She's been up since this morning, ate properly at every meal, the color is back. The doctor is confident the fever has broken fully." "Good." Something in my chest loosened that I hadn't fully noticed was tight. "Is she awake?" "She asked to video call you about an hour ago, actually. I told her you'd call when you could."

I would have thought she was uncomfortable, but I noticed how she kept throwing looks at my body that would have had me smirking any other time, but right then, I could feel my body heat up. Fuck. I wasn't even surprised, though. That was just how things were between me and Adele. She was hot; beautiful, nice, funny. Just a great girl in general as well as a wonderful person. And with the dress she had on...form-fitting, but not tight, that fell to above her knees and dipped down at the neck to show just the right amount of cleavage. She'd looked beautiful on Prom night, all dolled up, but she looked just as sexy right then.

"Sweetheart, meet Fela. She's an old friend of mine." Chloe nodded and looked at Fela. She smiled and extended her hand for a handshake, introducing herself, "Chloe Arley... Nice to meet you." Fela took Chloe's hand with a friendly gesture. "Nice to meet you too. I'm Fela Smith. I used to be Edward's most beloved ex-girlfriend." She confidently introduced herself, catching Chloe's attention. Oh my God. Why are there so many of Edward's ex-girlfriends? But... why do I have to meet all of them?

Only her. The world seemed to narrow instantly. Cami followed Ariana’s gaze. “Oh my God,” she shouted over the music. “What?” Ariana asked quickly, trying to stay calm. “That guy!” Ariana’s stomach flipped. Cami leaned closer. “He is ridiculously hot.” Of course she noticed. Anyone would. Cami kept staring. “Look at him,” she continued, half laughing. “He looks like he walked into the wrong building.” Ariana swallowed. Mateo hadn’t moved.