Novel & Cerita Emma Myers Hot

So good. "Look at me, Lizzie," he commanded. She opened her eyes and looked into his chocolate brown ones, the amber sparkling in the glow from the fire. With the lock of hair falling over his forehead as it usually did and the strong line of his jaw, she thought he looked like Chad Hallowell, star of the new television show, For the Prosecution. Since the show debuted she'd had a major crush on the man. Once she even told Matt the reason she loved him was because he looked so much like the television star. Hallowell lived in San Antonio, in ritzy Alamo Heights. She had actually met him when the caterer she worked for during her vacations did a party for him and his wife, and nearly embarras

EMMA God, the air in the house felt thicker than the humid summer night pressing against the windows. I was still buzzing from dinner—too much wine, too many lingering looks, and way too much skin on display. I’m Emma, twenty-one, fresh out of college with a body I knew turned heads: tight, athletic from years of running and yoga, perky C-cup tits that loved showing off under thin tank tops, and an ass that filled out my tiny cotton shorts perfectly. But tonight, the real heat wasn’t coming from outside. It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake.

"So we not getting laid tonight then? Unless you planning on taking Daisy, and maybe I can have her hot friendm" "Shut up." His comment had flared thoughts of a naked Daisy under me as I devoured her tiny, curvy body. She must of only been around five foot 4, and had perfect curves. She'd have to tiptoe just to press her lips on mine. The image of our lips crushed together in a passionate embrace made my cock twitch. God I wanted that so bad.

The nigga behind her slammed in one last time and came deep inside her, groanin’ loud, fillin’ her pussy till it leaked out around his dick. They stepped back, still sprayin’ more cash on her collapsed body, laughin’ and zippin’ up. Emma laid there on the couch, breathin’ hard, covered in cum and money, a satisfied grin on her cum-glazed face. I let the curtain fall back quiet, heart racin’, pussy throbbin’ even harder now. Damn, Emma. Always livin’ her best life. But me? I still needed to find out why Ryan ain’t called.

It was a five-star hotel with all the service a person could ever need, golden furniture here and there. Emma had her legs crossed as she leaned into a chair, laughing at a reality show she had been watching in the hotel. Becoming desperate of not seeing both Starr and Christopher happy, she had dug deep into Starr’s life. Meeting Starr had made her desperate. It pissed her off that Starr was so confident and sure of herself. She hated her guts.

All of sudden I'm flushed with heat. She comes over and stands at the table. Fuck, she's even hotter up close. My dick is suddenly awake. She looks around the table. "Hey guys. I'm Emily." Her friends pop up behind her. "This is Carmen and Casey." I hold out my hand. "Emily." I flash a cool smile. Biting my lip as I eye her up and down. "I'm River." She eyes me too. "River? That's a cool name."

she responded, her tone calm yet firm, a glaring contrast to the panic in Austin’s voice. Emery had always been composed under pressure, a trait that served her well in her high-society life. She lounged back against the cushions, running a hand through her loose waves of dark hair. “But listen, don’t worry too much. It’s just pictures of us kissing and holding hands. It’s not like we were naked or anything.” “Just pictures?” Austin echoed, clearly not soothed by her nonchalance. “Emery, we can’t be this casual about it. If these get into the wrong hands—”

Lucy asked, huddling her arms around herself. I hadn’t notice the cold. At all. “Were you cold at the game?” “No, but at the game I was cheering.” “I wasn’t cold at the game,” Emma chimed in. “But then… I was surrounded by hot guys.” “What?” Lucy and I both asked at the same time. “Yes, their body temperatures are higher than normal.” “Oh,” I said, knowing what she meant. She was surrounded by literally hot guys—and girls. From LIGHTS. I shook my head at her. And I almost thought we had a breakthrough. “You can go in if you want.”

"This is a guest room. After you went into heat, Alpha Aiden carried you here." My eyes widened at that. I almost forgot about that embarrassing incident. How did I go into heat so suddenly? It wasn't supposed to happen until next month. "And uh...who are you?" "Oh, I am the pack doctor here." "A pack doctor?" The woman shyly nodded. "You can call me Emma." "How are you feeling now?" "Surprisingly, not in heat." "That's because I gave you a suppressant shot." I sat up, sober. My voice raised to a high pitch, near-hysterical level. "A what?"

Suddenly my phone rings, I try to get it but my leg slips and I fall flat on the floor, my panties get stuck onto my legs. Was I hallucinating? Did I just see him? I crawl to my bed as my panties are still stuck in between my legs. I grab the phone and see an unknown number calling, but TrueCaller says it's Ryan Damison. There is a picture of him in a suit too. That's him. That's him. Ryan sexy Damison calling me!!!! I pick up the call and desperately ask, "Sir? Is that you?" Wow, I sound so immature. So unprofessional Emara. I mentally scold myself.