Halston Sage Hot Novels & Stories

His abs were plump and well outlined, as if they had been crafted by the Goddess herself. “Princess…” I blinked away from his chest, palming my mouth. “Yes?” “If you didn't bring any extra clothes, you can have some of mine.” He said, and I nodded a response, fighting the urge to look down again. Sage lowered himself, taking off his sweatpants, while I looked away, waiting for him to finish. “Ready?” Sage asked again and this time I replied. “Yes.” Sage went first, shifting in less than half a second. His wolf was a mix of black and brown, with golden eyes, it was at least six feet tall, and it towered over me like a tree.

Floral lace shapes a rounded neckline a princess seamed bodice with a low draping back,a flaring mermaid maxi skirt falls from a fitted waist,a hidden zip was on the side. Sage loves the dress and she has no regrets buying it,black peep toe stiletto heels are on her feet she cannot remember ever wearing heels this high but it boosted her five feet height.Kim had done her make-up and Sage had said she would prefer for it to be light,not over the top her hair is loose and falling around her shoulders and back in thick wavy curls to finish the look she wore linear drop earrings,a teardrop bangle on her wrist and a stone clutch purse.

There was even a television mounted on the opposite wall, with a remote on the little table between Dara and her. They'd just finished with the hot stone massages. A late lunch would be served shortly, shrimp salads and chilled wine, before the facials and mani-pedi's. Then finally the hair stylists would take over. But while they were getting their fingernails and toenails beautified, Janette, who owned the little boutique, would bring over some outfits for them to see. She really didn't need to buy a new one, but she also didn't want to put on her coffee-stained clothes after all the primping and pandering.

He watched every movement. “Everything.” I stood up, unzipped my skirt, and pushed it down my thighs along with my soaked panties. They stuck to my pussy for a second before dropping to my ankles. I was completely naked in the boardroom, juices dripping down my inner thighs. He stepped forward, grabbed my tit roughly, and squeezed. “Good girl. Bend over the table.” My heavy tits pressed against the cold surface. He kicked my heels wider apart. “Arch that back and push that ass up higher.”

Sage nodded and smoothed his hair back at his temples, then gestured for the house’s front door. Five hours later, Sage found himself seated in a plush red velvet booth inside a high-end brothel called Applepee. The place was swank and expensive, an adult playground filled with beautiful women, sumptuous furnishings, and a host of assorted pleasures to be had at a price firmly negotiated up front. Sage watched with mild disinterest as more than one small orgy was under way in full public view.

It was mid-August and even though night had fallen it was still sweltering hot. Tina was dressed to beat the heat in a low slung denim mini skirt and bikini top, hiking sandals on her feet. She turned more than a few heads in her revealing outfit. At twenty-one years of age, she had a lush yet firm body. Full 36C tits filled her bikini top, her narrow waist flared out gently to her tight round ass, which was clearly evident even though the fullness of her skirt and her long, tanned, athletic legs gave every guy there something to lust over.

Honestly, Helena doesn't know the woman's face, but if the woman is Nicholas's secretary, doesn't that mean that the woman is the woman who will marry Austin? “Shouldn't you know the background of that woman, Austin? At least you can confirm the background of your future wife. You know who Mr Malik is, right? He is indeed a man who is quite cold and can be said to be the most untouchable by any woman, but as far as I know, Mr. Malik has a woman who is forced to be his sex slave, who knows if—" "I already know the past of my future wife, Helena, and it's true as you say, my future wife was Nicholas's sex slave at that time."

I said, trying to start a conversation. "A lot," she laughed. * * * "Clarison is a beautiful name" I smiled. "I know," she laughed. "So, why don't we go to a hotel and you know" I licked my lips. "I get what you are saying. Let's go already" she said as she stood up, wiggling her hips as she walked. * * * Clarison Mitchell 'This man is even easier to fool than I thought' I smiled at him as we entered the room.

"I am downstairs. Security will not let me up. Tell them I am family." I buzzed her up. Five minutes later Sage Monroe blew into room 412 with a tote bag full of contraband and murder in her eyes. "Okay," she said, pointing at me. "You. Old man. Are you trying to kill my best friend with orgasms. Because Martinez texted me, and wow." Harlow buried her face in the pillow. "Sage." "What. I am impressed. Hospital corners and everything." Sage dropped the tote on the visitor chair. "I brought real food, clean underwear that is not mesh, and a burner phone because Kael is convinced everyone is listening."

Sage ran her fingers over his jawline, her mind spinning with the sensation of him. As they kissed, their clothes came off, scattering on the floor. Soon, Sage was sitting in the middle of the bed bare from the waist up except for a pair of silk white panties covering her nether regions. Her long black curly hair was fanned across the bed, tangled and slightly disheveled. Her breasts were exposed, their peaks protruding invitingly above the lace of the lace cups. Sage was panting, and her nipples tightened as his fingers brushed her thighs softly, causing a shiver to travel down her spine.