Honey Mouthed Novels & Stories

But I had no other choice but to take her word. “So what are you working on with work by the way?” “Well it’s actually for Edith. They have so much honey. More than they can supply to their town. So we just get buyers and try to find a logistics company.” I suddenly felt my chest tighten. Like something was sitting on it. I tried to take a breath but it didn’t go all the way in. “Sweetie are you okay?” I heard my mom say. In between my breaths I was trying to get words out.

I nodded, humming a cry. Right then, he pushed himself back into my mouth, letting out a low growl as I felt the heat of him again. "Your mouth or your pussy, which one is sweeter?” He asked while thrusting in my mouth, looking down at me with the most sinful look I'd ever seen. Mitch did the answering for me. “It's got to be the pussy, Hans. Don't get so charmed by that pretty mouth of hers.” I heard the sound of his zipper behind me. Then, I felt the blunt pressure of the head of Mitch's length against my sweet hole. He circled and teased it and I tensed. But his hand came to my hip, holding me steady.

he breathed before taking her nipple into his mouth. Honey gasped, her head falling back against the couch as pleasure spiraled through her. His tongue circled the sensitive peak, drawing it into a tight bud before gently grazing it with his teeth. The exquisite sensation made her thighs clench together, seeking pressure where she needed it most.

He shoved his cock into her mouth again but this time, he left it there. “Yeah,” he exhaled. “Suck me good, Honey. Get me ready for your friend.” Quinn didn't need the encouragement but she responded to it well. She cupped his balls and launched her mouth up and down his petrified pecker. It was messy and unladylike. Spittle was escaping her mouth and dripping off of him. He was so lathered up with her saliva that his manhood was glistening and shining. It was the picture-perfect definition of polishing the knob.

"Ohhhhhh.... mmmm... ahhhh...my mmmmhhh…" My tongue immediately made its way inside her little warm honeypot. "You taste so fucking good.. mm…" I slowly said as I deeply licked her flowing sweet juices. She tasted like grapes and smelled like spring. Fuck..It was so intoxicating that I just couldn't get enough. "Oh my.. oh my... Please please please... So good.. mmmhhh mmmhh urgh... Mmm dont stop mmmhhh.." she moaned out in pure pleasure Who was I to say No... From the licking, to the sucking to the little nibbles I rendered on her honey well, I knew she felt like exploding and I knew everyone in the pack could definitely hear her voice at this stage.

| 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!”

She was trembling constantly now, thighs shaking, voice gone hoarse from begging. “Please—please just let me—” “Not yet.” He reached for the honey. This time he didn’t drizzle. He poured it straight from the jar in a thick, amber stream directly over her clit and watched it slide down in slow, viscous ribbons. The honey was warmer than the chocolate, thicker, clinging to every fold. When he finally touched her again it was with the pad of his thumb—pressing the honey into her clit in slow, firm circles while two fingers slid back inside, fucking through the sticky sweetness.

her scent of Honey and buttercream Flooded me, it was all her. “What are you doing?” My voice cracked. “You will see”, My teeth grazed the crook of her neck, not in passion, but in a twisted claim” my mouth opened against her neck, fangs—long, needle-sharp—I struck like a viper. no warning. Just a wet pop as it echoed in the room, breaking through the skin.

She licks the honey drizzling from her lips seductively, teasing me. My eyes are hypnotized by her tongue as she moves it gently and slides across her delicious lips. I want a taste. I lean in and take my sweet time cleaning all the honey off her lips with mine, tenderly. She cups my cheek as my lips brush against hers. My hands rest on her thighs which are tightly pressed together. I push her hands off my face as I continue tasting her lips. The honey is gone, but the sweet taste still lingers on her lips. I hesitantly pull away from her embrace, and whisper in her ear, “You taste better.”

“Missed these already.” I shivered under his stare. “Devon—breakfast—” “This is breakfast.” He popped the cap of the honey and let the golden liquid drip—right onto my chest. “Shit,” I hissed as it slid between my breasts, warm and sticky. “Don’t move,” he said, voice low. He leaned in, tongue darting out, licking a slow stripe up my chest. I gasped, hand flying to his hair. “Oh my god—” His mouth latched onto one nipple, licking the honey off like it was whipped cream. I cried out, back arching into his mouth.