Honey Mouthed Novels & Stories

He shivered visibly and pulled the blanket higher around his chest. “You want to know the worst part?” he whispered. “I loved you. Even while I was killing you, I loved you. I called you honey because that’s what you were to me. My honey. My everything. And I destroyed it. I destroyed us.” Tears slipped down his wrinkled cheeks. He did not wipe them away. He just let them fall, his eyes fixed on the space where I stood.

She sighed and began to search online for an office from where she had stopped last night and she received a call, the name was too familiar and she felt a sense of deja vu. "Hello Naomi." She said as she picked up. "My baby. How are you doing?" Naomi asked and she was so moved to tears. "I am fine." She replied. "You and your husband should come home this weekend. I made a Miso soup and it's too much. This old pa here refuse to eat with me, saying it's not sweet. How could he say it's not sweet, when all Japanese food are always sweet. My friend from chess game helped me get the ingredients while coming from Tokyo yesterday. How could I let it waste." Naomi said, her voice kind of weak, but

“Try her.” I didn’t need encouragement. I shifted lower, nudging his shoulder aside, and pressed my mouth against the heat of her. The first taste hit my tongue—a mix of salt and honey, with an undertone of something uniquely Maria. I groaned, burying my face deeper, my tongue sliding between her lips to find the hard little nub of her clit. She cried out, her hands flying to my hair, gripping tight. “Yes—yes—don’t stop,” she begged, her hips grinding against my mouth.

His dark blue boxer-briefs strained at the seams to control his manhood. He dropped slowly to his knees in front of me, and I rested my fingertips on the muscles of his broad shoulders. He looked up at me, dark eyes burning, as he slowly took my breast in his mouth. I gasped as he surrounded the pink nub of my nipple with warmth. He kissed the soft flesh, nipping gently, making me arch my back and moan.

I heard a soft rustle… the sound of a tray being set down. “Open,” he whispered. I parted my lips, and something soft and juicy was placed on my tongue. Sweet. A little tart. “Strawberry?” I guessed. He kissed the corner of my mouth. “Yes. Open again.” I obeyed. This time - thicker. Honeyed. “Mango.” “Mmm,” he hummed. “Your mouth is perfect when it’s full.” He slid his fingers between my lips, letting the fruit melt while his thumb stroked the inside of my cheek. I sucked gently, and he groaned low.

he commanded. I parted my lips immediately. Alex stepped closer and fed me his honey-coated cock. The sweetness exploded across my tongue, mixing with his natural salty musk in the most sinful way. I moaned loudly around him, sucking eagerly, licking every sticky drop as I bobbed my head with renewed hunger. The honey made everything messier Wet, slippery sounds echoed as I slurped and sucked, strings of honey and spit running down my chin and neck. “That’s it,” Alex groaned, voice rough with pleasure. “Clean every drop like a good little brother.”

Honey stared melting in the heat that was produced by the brushing of their almost bare skin and the game they were playing with their rolling and fighting tongues. “Mmmm…” she moaned and panted as she wrapped her right leg around Adrian while sucking his tongue and lips, trying to dominate the heated kiss. After fighting urgently for dominance, they both pulled back for air, gasping. “Let us get into the pool. The water seems nice.” Honey said winking and then wrapping her hands around Adrian’s neck and letting her perky breasts brush on his bare chest, she pouted, “I want us to get wet!” she bit her lower lips looking down shyly before adding, “I want to get wet everywhere!”

Spicy sweet. She bucked, but his grip on her legs held her steady, keeping her in place as he tasted her thoroughly. He flattened his tongue, lapping the honey from every hidden fold. As he sucked her pussy lips into his mouth, the tip of his tongue sought her clit. Flicking that little nub over and over until it plumped. “Oh. Yes. Like that.”

"Do you want to go further?" My breathing quickened, and then I felt him. He was hard and huge beneath my palm. "Actually, I'm better than them," he whispered in my ear, his low voice making my mind go hazy. Especially when he pulled down his zipper, revealing the tattoo just below his hipbone. Before I could say anything, he pressed his upper body against mine, gazing deeply into my eyes. "Valeria, look at me. I'm better than all of them. I'm your husband."

I had always thought Honey was good looking, but with my cock deeply buried in her mouth and her eyes bulging as she looked into mine, she looked madly fuckable and breathtaking. In no time, I reached my first climax. My body tightened as I released into her pretty little mouth. She pooped my dick out, my cum dripping down her jaw. Her chest heaved as she drew in deep breath while still holding my gaze. Her face twisted in both shame and disgust and she was about to spit out my release when I snapped at her, looking irritated. “Swallow every last drop of it!” Her gaze hardened on me as she raised her mouth and swiped her mouth before licking every last drop of my cum off her finger.