Honey Mouthed Novels & Stories

Then, without breaking eye contact, he brought his thumb to his mouth and slowly licked the honey off. “Did you just…”

I can't move, is it as if it lets me witness everything. She swallowed her cock down to her throat and then pulled away. Hector was enjoying what she was doing to him. I can see it in his expression from his shadows. "Can you cum in my mouth, Hector?" Jasmine giggled. "Sure, love," he replied. I felt a burning pain in my chest. Hector was calling her love. He pushed her head back down and his throbbing cock was back inside her mouth. "Your lips are perfectly wrapped around my cock, Jasmine," Hector spoke.

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.

and seemed to be waiting for my next move. I swallowed my saliva and narrowed my eyes and took his in my mouth. I almost vomited when I went in and out of his pet. I burst into tears when he grabbed my head and tweaked it to sink me deeper into his pet. My throat hurts so much because it's so long. I want to throw up but I hold it back. He started to come violently in my mouth. I could hardly breathe because of his strong coat on me. The cold, saliva and my tears are mixed together. My mouth was watering and I was running out of air, so I patted her thigh. But he didn't pay attention to me, he just kept his mouth in my mouth, not caring that I was hurting. I just moaned from the pain of my

Eventually, the police had no choice but to admit him to a psychiatric hospital. I learned about all of this while getting promoted twice at my new company, Apex Meridian Group. I bought a new home near the office and started dating someone new, Allison Pierce, a woman who didn’t care about my past. While planning our honeymoon, she suddenly asked, with a playful secrecy, what value a honeymoon held in my heart. I thought for a moment. "For someone you love, it’s priceless. For someone you don’t love, it costs a fortune." What would our honeymoon be worth?

“Nobody has beautiful feet.” “You do.” He kissed my ankle. My instep. The delicate bones along the top. “Everything about you is beautiful.” “That’s the honey talking.” “I haven’t opened the honey yet.” *Then he did. The lid twisted off with a soft pop, and the smell of wildflower filled the space between us. He drizzled a thin line along the top of my foot—cold, then warm as it met my skin—and lowered his mouth.* *His tongue was hot and slow and devastating. He licked the honey off in long, deliberate strokes, tracing every tendon, every bone, every inch of skin I’d never thought of as sensitive until his mouth was on it. I gripped the couch cushions and tried to remember how to breathe.*

Thank the Gods I was able to fight that reaction and keep my mouth from closing. Henry grunts in front of me like an animal as he rams his length into my mouth over and over. After what feels like forever, I finally feel the warmth of his seed filling my mouth, choking me as I try to swallow quickly to prevent myself from drowning from it. His rough motions finally slow, the last of his seed spilling into my mouth and moving down my unwilling throat.

“Anyway, darling, just come out with a bath robe wrapped around you and a jar of honey. Adults love eating honey. Lie down on your back and pour the honey thickly on your pussy and smear it over your boobs. “You can bet he will be dumbfounded and locked on to what you are doing. Just say in your most innocent voice, ‘Oh daddy, my honey pot is overflowing, and I’ve spilled honey over me. Please lick it up for your sweetie pie.’” “Diana, that is fantastic. I can just see it now. If he doesn’t get down on me after that kind of opportunity, I should just give up.” My thighs pressed together under the denim. I could already feel how wet I was getting just from the picture she painted. “Oh he will

Her hand in my hair, tugging me closer as she arches into my mouth. I continue my journey down her body, licking and kissing my way down her stomach until I reach my honey pot. The sweet scent of her arousal mixed with vanilla and honey is so strong that I have to taste her. I run my nose over top of her panties, feeling how wet she already is for me. When she moves to close her legs, I nip at her inner thigh, loving the gasp and her immediate reaction, opening herself to me. Always so responsive.

I was hard again down there. Damn! "The money, it's too much. I don't need it anymore. The Russian was paid, I was supposed to be done with this sugar thing. But you're too fucking sexy to resist." I grab her neck and pulled her back for the kiss, she peeled her lips from mine moments later.