Honey 2 Kat Graham Novels & Stories

I wanted to scream out in pain. “Kate. Focus on Kate.” Grace growled. It hurt so badly, like every bone snapping, one at a time. Kate. Kate. The way she always dresses in floral pattern as a way to stay close to her mom. How she smells like honey and something else. What is it? “Aaaaah, it hurts too much.” “Mint, she smells like honey and mint. Like your tea.” Grace said, “just little more.” My skin felt like it was on fire and the pain was too much. Focus, Sierra.

Jade shrieked the second Honey stepped into their small two-bedroom apartment, pulling her into a tight hug. “Long story,” Honey sighed as she pulled away. “Come on, Honey,” Jade pouted. “I said go have fun, not disappear off the face of the earth.” “I know,” Honey yawned. “Things got out of hand. I drank way too much.”She threw herself onto the bed and started kicking off her shoes. “How was it?” Jade asked in a teasing voice, sitting beside her. “Gossip girl,” Honey muttered playfully, rolling her eyes, her cheeks turning pink. “It was fun,” she admitted. “But I’m never trying that again.”

That slow, dark, Damon smirk that always meant something filthy was coming. He reached to the side and came back with a small golden bottle. Honey. Dark, thick, dripping honey. “What.what are you…” I gasped, but he was already pouring it. Warm golden syrup hit my tits in slow, sticky rivers, sliding over my nipples, down the curve of my belly, pooling in the valley between my breasts. My breath caught. My cunt clenched. My nipples throbbed and sprayed a small squirt of milk through the honey and Damon growled.

| Whitney | "Ugggh, I think I had too much ice cream.” Whitney groaned three hours later during the short walk back to their hotel room. Clutching her pierced stomach miserably, the lingering sweetness of ‘Queen Bee’ still taunted the brunette’s taste buds. The honey flavored treat, which included almonds, chocolate covered honeycomb, and English toffee proved too delicious to stop indulging in. Whitney didn’t even want to know how much she had over the course of their fun filled tour. She whimpered, “My belly hurts, Holly!”

June Hall’s POV “Good morning Winster county. Welcome to another episode of Winster county with Miss June Hall. Today, I have a very special guest in the studio: Kate Zainab Omar, the face of the heroes of justice maiden magazine. Kate how have you been?” Kate’s POV “I have been doing great, thank you for having me.” “You know since you came back, people have been speculating or even asking what your next move will be after the blockbuster speech during Sheriff Morgan Wilson’s memorial. What is your answer?” June Hall’s POV

“Don’t worry, the pizza can wait. Both of you can continue.” Hannah quickly pushed him off. “By the way, we should come a little late, you know.” She remembered that she gave her code to Quinn and they could all enter her unit like she was their real family. Quinn stocks drinks in her fridge and fruits. “You need to eat more fruits as well,” Quinn said. Graham casually picked up her calico cat who wasn’t in a good mood and almost scratched his face. He put it down and the cat just went to her spot and lay down, minding her own business.

Tonight was all about quiet and sweet – two words that nobody would ever use to describe Honey. She opened the diner door and scanned the booths. Sure enough, there he was. He was alone and eating a piece of pie, as he always was when that one woman worked. Jack said that he thought of the woman, Annie Matthews, as a kind of surrogate mother. Honey knew that he was alone in so many ways, so she hadn’t been surprised to hear that he’d sought out a warm, non-threatening older woman to chat with. Honey approached the booth, slid in across from him. Surprised, he looked up.

This man can be her subject tonight for her experiment. Maybe he is better than the candy daddy and he can be her new daddy. Can she call him whiskey daddy? Maybe?? Inner world cringe. Maybe she is drunk at all. Candace moans and grinds harder onto his length as he squeezes her soft breast. He keeps humming against their kiss and it makes her wet more. As if they are all alone on that dance floor, their bodies press onto each other more with every second. The position gets harder for Candace to keep kissing as her back pressed onto his front, but she doesn't care. She turns her head to her right as much as she can and takes what she can take.

"Caroline, why are you calling again?" Derrick Glover's familiar voice came through the line. He continued, "Emery already told me everything! Don't be so petty. It's just one trip. "Why make up nonsense about your house catching fire? That's bad luck! Young people need to stop messing around with stuff like that!" Derrick was one of Emery's closest friends from the fire department and a die-hard supporter of Emery's first marriage to Sasha Woods. To him and others like him, I was just the wicked woman who had come between their "fairytale love story."