Maid Hot Novels & Stories

he groaned, clenching his teeth. "Ahhhh Ahhh Ahhhhh, A-Adam I..." "Ahhhh..." "Something hot...!" She gasped. A hotter pressure built up in her stomach. Adam stabbed her deeper, pounding. Until… "Ahhhh," Maxine shivered as her petals released hot liquid. Adam pressed his mouth against her lips as hot jets of sticky s*men spurted from the tip of his member, splashing inside his pants. They both c*mmed.

His eyes moved, from the red lacy bra tight around my full breasts, his eyes dimmed the moment they set on the darkened, poking nipples. “I love them dark and throbbing, Maya,” he grunted, planting a kiss on my lips over again, two fingers placed around a nipple, then he gave it a tight, sweet squeeze. “ugh-gh,” I cried, taking in the sweet pain I could not get enough of. For a moment, I let my mind forget every worry, everything the media had to say. My hands moved, fast as they pulled the lace around the waistband of his shorts. Williams threw his head back, like every move of my hand was magical, tiny goosebumps formed on his skin where I touched.

Humphrey or Kira. ****** Theo pushed open the door to Matt’s office. “You okay?” He asks Matt as he watches him gulp down ice cold water. “No.” He rasps. Theo knows that heat brings the worst out of people and we are talking about Charlotte here. “I’ve seen females in heat Theo,” Matt started speaking, his voice sounding like someone is strangling him. “But none- none have had this kind of effect on me. I smelled her way before Ayleen realized that she was in heat.”

“Just the heat.” Richard’s finger dipped lower, sliding between her slick folds and pushing inside her without warning. Maya’s walls clenched around the intrusion, her thick ass shifting subtly in the chair as she fought not to moan. He pumped slowly, curling to hit that spot that made her toes curl, all while chatting casually with his son about the boat motor.By the time dessert was served—homemade peach cobbler—Maya was trembling.

"You're so delicious! You're so tight!" All night they did it. They both enjoyed the hot game. Several times, Erlan tried to stop his swaying in Mitha's core. But he became powerless because his mainstay weapon was still standing erect and needed an outlet. They were both powerless against the heat that was soaring higher. Erlan and Mitha let their bodies feel this unparalleled pleasure. Melting together with the increasingly strong heat. P. S. Mas is a term of endearment for men in Indonesia.

AUSTIN. “We can all agree that what Marcia did was wrong.” Aunt Clair began. “But do any of you know how it feels to be in heat?” “Hmmm…” Jace mumbled again, and my eyes flew to Uncle Jake, who was just looking outside the window. “There are two types of heat for unmarked females. The heat where you know your mate wants you just as much as you want him. That’s a perfect heat.” I bit my bottom lip and remained quiet because I already knew where this was headed.

Emeriel’s stomach churned, but he forced himself to listen, his fingers gripping the back of a nearby chair for support. "In a full heat, you would have needed to be mounted by a Urekai male. Not just once, but repeatedly. He would need to knot you, again and again, until your heat calmed.” Madam Livia told him. “And when your womb descended, he would need to release inside it while your body locked him in. That, my dear, is how heat sex works. You may need to look it up in the library for more details. But one thing is certain—a full heat cannot end without multiple rounds of heat sex, and self-pleasure does not help." A marathon of heat sex? Mounted? Knotted? Release into my womb?

Grandma holds my hand, her face full of love, and says, "If work is too hard, then don't work. Grandma still has money, I'll give it all to you later." "No need, Grandma, I have money." I hold Grandma's dry hand and say, "Don't worry about me, Grandma. I will take care of myself. You should take good care of your health and live a long life." Facing Grandma who is focused on me, I really can't be heartless. After talking to Grandma for a while, I realize something is wrong. I feel a burning sensation all over my body. I try to fan myself with my hand, but it doesn't relieve the heat, it only gets hotter. How can I feel hot in such cool weather?

The second our palms meet, it’s like touching a live wire. A jolt of pure, electric heat shoots up my arm and slams straight into my chest. My breath hitches. His fingers tighten, pulling me a bit closer. His eyes darken until the blue is almost gone, his pupils blowing wide. It’s the mate bond. Primal, terrifying, and unmistakable. My body reacts before I can stop it—a surge of protective, maternal grief for the baby from my past life mixes with the sudden, violent want for the man standing in front of me.

My thighs were shaking uncontrollably, drenched in a thick, sticky mixture of shower water and my own hot slick. I dragged my knees over his muscular hips, straddling his waist. Looking down at him, his massive, shaft stood straight up against his flat, rippling abs, throbbing heavily and glistening wet with my juices. “Well? What are you waiting for, babygirl?” Mateo growled, his jaw setting tight as his eyes locked onto mine. “Take it. Take your mother’s husband deep inside you.” The filthy, forbidden words sent a jolt of pure electric heat straight to my hyper-sensitive core.