Hange Zoe Hot Novels & Stories

The venue had a glass-walled penthouse suite overlooking the skyline, complete with a large circular bed platform in the center, multiple couches, a fully stocked bar, and a raised stage area with spotlights. “I want everyone to see what a pathetic, broken cuck you are tonight.” She told Mark while getting ready, she wore a tiny red micro-dress that barely covered her ass cheeks. Her massive, milk-heavy DD breasts strained the thin fabric, dark nipples clearly visible. Her pussy was freshly waxed, already glistening, a thick Queen of Spades tattoo now adorned her lower back, just above her juicy ass, and another small one on her inner left thigh.

A broken scream tore from my throat as I came violently, my juices dripping down Horace’s wrist. Zane watched with open interest. His gaze was sharp, appreciative, and when our eyes locked, the intensity of it sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through me. He was handsome in a cold, refined way — sharp jaw, piercing eyes, perfectly styled hair. And when he slowly dragged his tongue across his bottom lip in one deliberate, sensual motion, something inside me snapped.

But I thought we should formalise our relationship before that. Zoe didn't give me the chance to talk. She slipped her hand into my pants and her red-painted toes rubbed against my calf from time to time. "Do you want to go to bed?” Zoe’s sensual voice gave her the appearance of a mesmerising mermaid. She just has to get out of the shower. Her red hair was still wet and tiny drops of water flowed on the floor. My last control wire broke. Zoe leaned over me and I fell meekly on the bed. She took off her bathrobe and revealed black lace lingerie. Her skin protried between pieces of fabric. She was very skillful in bed.

Panic sets in and I feel a low rumble in my chest when my wolf comes forward angry at the though of her being hurt. “Easy killer,” the deputy says. “Truth be told, they bit off more than they could chew with that one.” “How long have I been out?” I ask Doc while he is giving me the once over. “Almost two weeks Gabe.” He replies. Shit, I think to myself. She is probably long gone by now. “I don’t think so,” Theo says “she is close, her scent is here. If she is gone it wasn’t long ago.” Theo, I can tell, is exhausted from working to heal me all this time, and steps back to rest. “Hey there,” I hear from the French doors opening into the living room. I look up and see Hannah, standing

She questions and I smile as I applaud her. "It was beautiful. And to think your round self could dance. "I reply and tease. "Hey! I'm not round, nor fat. I'm just thick. And so are you. "She replies, and I burst into a fit of laughter. Johan is a cute shortie, who is indeed thick. She has a portable stature and isn't in any way fat. I just felt like pulling her legs. I watch her open her legs, and out the phone between her legs. Back up there, somewhere.

“Damn you! how could I know? I haven’t had a chance to see even the back of her head!” Ben swore at his partner and whispered back with a frustrated tone. He looked at the picture sent to his email. This ‘Violet’ girl was smiling to the camera like a model! “But this one named Violet, she’s Thai-American. I don’t think she’s the one the boss wants but he might like this sexy Violet because she is his taste, woman with big boobs, skin as white as milk.” Ben said again, made James laughed in his throat and that made Ben grinned, too.

Zoe The moon goddess had decided to play a prank on me at the most critical moment. I was in a dangerous situation and on heat. As an Alpha female, the heat hit ten times more than it would a regular she-wolf. My body was hot and I could feel electricity currents coursing through my whole body making my core clench repeatedly. The ache down there was too unbearable to the point that I wouldn’t mind having anything shoved into it to soothe the pain. But I wasn’t going to lose a hold on myself like that. Not when ten pairs of lecherous eyes were staring at me, ready to devour me at any moment.

Ronan ordered the bar hoe who was serving another customer by literally taking a sip of the drink he ordered and then spitting it in his mouth. Some people have really sick fantasies. Thinking about fantasies made me wonder if Amelia has any fantasies. I am sure they would be shy just like herself. “Wait, is that your chick?” Zane asked his eyes following to the booth behind the glass door. My breath hitched in my throat as I whiffed my head and saw the same woman I saw the other day I was here. Even then I thought it was her. But right now her face was clearly visible as she sat on one of the customers lap, facing the glass door and rode his dick cowgirl style.

Melinda groaned, her breath ragged, her body arching toward Zoe’s touch. Melinda straddled Zoe, her thighs bracketing her hips, their cores pressing together through the thin fabric of Zoe’s pants. The heat between them was palpable, a fire that threatened to consume them both. Zoe’s hands slid up Melinda’s back, her fingers finding the clasp of her bra, unhooking it with practiced ease. Melinda’s breasts spilled free, her nipples tight and aching, and Zoe wasted no time, cupping them in her hands, squeezing gently, her thumbs brushing over the peaks.

Currently, Zoe was shivering under his glare. He beckoned her with his finger and gestured to her to sit on his lap. When she didn’t move, he simply pulled her on his lap. Zoe was wearing a purple long skirt with a thigh high slit and a matching velvet tube top. A gold necklace adorned her nape. She wore gold bangles and an anklet. Keplin began to untie the first string and as soon as the bodice became loose, he cupped her breast beneath it. “Those are so supple. I miss them a lot.” He exposed them. Zoe shuddered under his touch. “Keplin, you have to control yourself.”