Curvy Hotwife Novels & Stories

the woman smiled shyly. "Uhn?" "I'm Jasmine Hugh," she introduced herself, holding her hand out for Angelina to shake. Angelina rubbed her hands together nervously before accepting the woman's open hand, "I'm Angelina Walters," she responded. Jasmine smiled to the fullest and dragged her again to another room, pushed her in, and then locked the door at the back. "This is the bride," she announced enthusiastically while Angelina looked at her. Did she mean it? "Oh," three guys came out behind the curtains, twirling her around, staring at her in fascination.

Her hips moved to meet the thrusts of his finger inside her. Loud moans filled the penthouse as Phoenix brought her closer and closer to her climax. The single finger inside her became two, and their movements sped up, accompanied by her cries and whimpers of pleasure. “Phoenix! I’m coming!” She missed this feeling. “Phoenix, I’m so close—ohh!” Her nails dug into Phoenix’s shoulder as a wave of release erupted from deep inside her. “Phoenix! Oh!” she screamed his name as she reached the peak of her ecstasy.

She felt very unwilling to see her son embraced by Tiffany who she considered a daughter of a murderer. This shocked Anton and Argo. They also felt very unexpected to see that Mrs. Amanda could be so cruel to Tiffany who was pregnant with her grandchild. “GET OUT OF HERE! I DON'T WANT MY SON TO BE DISTRACTED BY A KILLER DAUGHTER LIKE YOU!” Anton helped Tiffany to get back on her feet. After that, looked at Mrs. Amanda with anger. He must have felt very angry because his best friend was treated so rudely. “How dare you be rude to your daughter-in-law who is pregnant. She is pregnant with your grandchild, Mrs. Amanda. Did you forget about that?”

"The word of a fat orphan omega against my son. Alpha, must we listen to this?" "I have proof." Garrett held up his bandaged hand. "She bit me when I tried to stop her from sneaking into the noble's wing. I was trying to protect our pack's name." "Liar!" The word tore out of me before I could stop it. "You told me you liked curvy girls, you told me I should be grateful, you..." "Enough!" The Alpha's roar shook the windows, and his power rolled over me and pressed my face toward the floor. "You shame this pack with every word. Freya Callahan, for disgracing Blackmoor before the crown, I sentence you to breeder status, effective immediately."

She felt his fingers teasing the clit as he ran his finger up and down her hole. "Killian," she whimpered as she tried to push him off. Killian pulled her closer with a rough jerk and slapped her womanhood. "Oh, you’re so wet, Schmetterling, yet you’re pretending to hate this?" Rara turned her head to look up at him. There was raw amusement in his voice. “A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.”

Marisol Reyes is the strongest fighter her pack has ever trained and yet still not enough. When her father's council rejects her as Luna material for reasons that have nothing to do with her strengths she leaves. She finds a healer's den in Ashworth territory, a family and an Alpha who looks at her like he's already decided. Kade Ashworth isn't confused about what he wants, he is just waiting for her to believe she's allowed to want it too. Her old pack isn't done with her and the truth behind her mother's death is about to pull her back into a fight she never chose.

Chapter 24: On a honeymoon with her husband At Ae-cha resident on the Saturday night, her daughter could not come back. She was really worried. She quickly called Elvis, but the line was busied. Elvis was drunk and when the phone rang, his wife Jane , picked it, and seeing the caller ID, she busied the call. After many times she finally switched off. ‘idiot, she is calling, she thinks that she is going to be the mother in –law of the great Bon-Hwa.’ Jane fumed as she switched off the phone.

Right away, Curtis gave a rare smile of his own back, returned King’s nod, turned his attention to a table in the corner that was getting a bit loud. “So, it looks like the last one of you determined single-guy types has taken himself off the market,” Tessa said to King. “First Jax and Sarah, then you and Naomi, then Dillon and Maria.” She turned to Aidan. “Then you and Gabi, then Mac and Mirrie, now Curtis and me. It’s too big of a loss to the hot man pool around this place. The women of Curves are weeping rivers, I tell you. The woman’s bathroom floor is awash with tears, to the point that you need rain boots to wade through it.”

I turned my head and glared directly at the terrified bartender who was still standing nearby. "Go to the hotel kitchen right now. Bring a pot of boiling hot chamomile tea, a bowl of hot soup, and a stack of dry, clean towels to my private booth. Do not make us wait more than three minutes," I commanded strictly. The bartender nodded quickly and practically ran toward the kitchen doors. I looked back down at the curvy woman standing in front of me. I raised my right hand and gently placed my wide palm against the center of her lower back. Even through the thick, wet layers of her wool coat, I could feel the soft, generous curve of her spine. I applied a very light pressure to physically guid

“What billionaire man?” “The billionaire.” Queen barely glanced at the screen. Then froze. The remote slipped from her hand. Ava immediately noticed. “What?” Queen sat up. Her eyes locked on the television. A man in a navy suit was seated across from an interviewer. Confident. Handsome. Calm. The host smiled. “Today we’re here with the CEO of Williams Hospitality Group, Mr. Georgy Williams.” Queen stopped breathing for a second. She knew that face. She knew it.