Amor Words Novels & Stories

Life was good until she saw his naked, chiseled, sculpted body, and that marked the beginning of her endless wet dreams about her boss. Like that wasn’t bad enough, he walks in on her moaning his name. To help his very horny and single and beloved secretary, Isaiah went down on his knees and worshiped her and oh my my did she taste like heaven. With one taste of her and one taste of him, they found themselves wanting more and decided to be each other’s fuck buddy with no strings attached. How long will they fuck each other without catching feelings? Or are they already in love and too horny to see it?

Her voice was sharp, and she clearly didn't appreciate being spoken to like that. Eryx rolled his eyes, his annoyance palpable. He wasn’t in the mood for this argument and certainly didn’t have the energy to entertain her anymore. “And tell me one reason why you want to marry me," he snapped. "There are plenty of men out there who are more handsome than I am. Why me?” Amy didn't hesitate. “Because I love you,” she said, her words quick and direct. Eryx let out a harsh laugh, disbelief dripping from his tone. “Fuck your love,” he scoffed. “If you really loved me, you wouldn’t be out there fucking around.”

It was challenging. Mrs. Lopez said one final word before the bell rang, and nobody was able to guess the simplest word she had given us that day. "Amar," she said as I walked out the door. Mrs. Lopez asked me what it meant. "Love," I replied. "Very good, Ms. Green," she praised.

Richard said as he pointed the gun at Miano. Nathan instantly placed Amore behind him. Goth moved behind Amore in case something happens, they could shield her. Amore was looking frightened at her mother… She looked into her mother’s eyes and at that instant, her mother looked back into hers. Her mother gave her a small smile as if to say… I love you, Amore… I LOVE YOU, my dear daughter. This is not your fault… tears ran down Amore’s cheeks as she mouthed the words. “I LOVE YOU, MOM!!! I LOVE YOU!”

, (you feel so good, so soft, so tight, so worth it). I return to kissing on her, and she throws her head back, exposing her neck openly to me. As I’m kissing and nipping at her, she moans out and it’s like she’s making a siren call to me that it’s time to move within her. Amory is so receptive to my thrusts, that in just a few, she’s crying out and her inner walls are choking my manhood within her! “Tan receptiva, mi Amor”, (so responsive, my love) I tell her as she cries out uncontrollably.

I asked him, he grinned ear to ear, "It's mean 'love' in Italian word," he kissed back of Maria's hand, "Are you from Italy?" I asked getting completely confused because he doesn't look like Italian, "Oh, No," he said while shaking his head, " I had learned different languages at college, so when I got learn about this, from that day onwards I started calling her Amore, first she got confused and also get mad thinking that I am cursing her in a different language but when she knows what's it's mean, she became all flushed and guilty " Harry laugh wholeheartedly, Maria turns fully red,

She rubbed her eyes and looked at me while my gaze wandered to the valley of her breast, subtly peeking out from my shirt. “Eyes up here!” As she snapped her fingers, my gaze immediately went back to her angelic, captivating face, a striking juxtaposition to her father’s battered, malevolent visage. Amorina means Little Love.” My thumb brushed over her lips. “I am not little,” she knitted her perfectly arched eyebrows, “and most definitely not your love!” ‘You are! You just don’t know yet. You can fucking deny all you want and run away from me or your feelings, but come hell or high water, I will claim you, Janet Corrigan!”

Something about that word pulled restless strings of my heart, creating a harmony with his beats. I slowed down and rotated my hips over him like he said. “Good girl… oh fuck... just like that… yeah…” Amor shut his eyes, groaning. My body was a mess. I could feel him getting harder, and I loved it. “Amor!” I moaned out, panting over him. “Yes, amoris…” “What does that word mean?” I asked, being on the brink of losing my control at any moment. He feels so good. I was about to come, but I wanted this to last a little longer. Not so soon.

which meant “I love you, Amy.” Later, in her room, Zack called her to say he had arrived home safely. “Rest now, Mon amour,” Zack said to her, again using words she didn’t understand. “Zack, what does Mon amour mean?” she asked. Zack chuckled softly, making Amy’s cheeks flush with warmth. “Don’t laugh! I really don’t know,” she said, her voice betraying her embarrassment. “It means my love,” Zack explained. Upon hearing the meaning, Amy turned bright red. “O-oh, so that’s what it means,” she said, her voice faltering. A silence fell between them, broken only by the sound of Zack breathing on the other end.

Brandon said, finally giving her a nickname that only. “What… what did you say? This doesn’t sound like an English word.” “Mon Amour! And yes, this is not an English word but french.” “What does it mean?” Sophia asked, and his heartbeat quickened. Sophia knew her Ex-husband was fluent in french. A part of her already knew that this could be some kind of endearment, but she still wanted to know from his mouth. “My love.”