Oh No He's Hot Novels & Stories

This guy cut off his balls to go around dressed like a girl. - Faggot. – one says, grabbing his balls as if he feared someone would cut them too. One of the girls gets off her lover's lap and approaches. - I know you. This is the guy who dated that famous "shark." I thought you were prettier to turn a hetero's head. - Careful, Frida, he is more handsome than you. She lifts her shirt, showing her breasts. - These are real. She puts her hands between her legs.

A moan scratched the back of my throat at the delicious sparks that shot up my arm and straight to my core. "Don't hate me." I searched his whirlpool eyes as I wondered how he could think me capable of doing such a thing, "I've never hated you and will never hate you," my confession was met with a deep rumble that had his entire frame vibrating against mine. The point of his tongue darted out of the corner of his lips, and swiped over the bottom before admitting on a restless breath, "You're going into heat." My eyes widened until I was certain they'd just roll out of my head, "Excuse me, what? Heat, like an actual dog?"

Something definitely good. “I have your hotline so I’ll be in touch with you,” he says just as I stand up to my feet. “Hmph, I’ll be banking on that,”

“The Kendrick heir is wearing a Pampers?” “Is that why he was strutting like that?” another laughed. “To keep it from leaking?” George’s eyes were darting around the room, the black remote in his hand shaking. He looked like he wanted to trigger the Upload button just to watch the world burn, but he was paralyzed. If he humiliated me now, he’d be doing it as the man the world knew as ‘The Diapered Heir.’ “You bitch,” he whispered, the words barely audible over the roar of the room. “I will ruin you for this.”

Richard starts aggressively, breathing heavily, like he's being chased by a cheetah, he begins to strip off. I can't help but stare into this majestic feature, which is chosen to worship my body in a few minutes. “I can't stop him now” I wonder what I should do at this point, watch him, or disrobe myself too. My breath fastens as I lay my eyes on his naked feature. Huge, dominating and unbelievably sculpted. My thighs clench, my lips widened in numbness. Richard is alarmingly huge. All I can do is just stare. I watch him as he goes down to his knees, again, my heart fastens. He bows to my feet and begins to kiss them.

Heat prickled under my skin. “She has no talent, no skill,” he pressed on, oblivious to the warning in my posture. “How the hell is she going to manage a big name like Sage without tanking his career? I’ll tell you how—by spreading her legs and letting him fuck her to the his greatest satisfaction…” The image he painted was enough to make my vision sharpen, my patience thread-thin. Ex-husband or not, he had no fucking right to put Zoey’s name in his mouth like that.

“I… I need you.” He didn’t say anything for a long moment, just stared at me with those piercing eyes. Then, slowly, he sat up, his expression unreadable. “Come here,” he finally said, his voice rough with emotion. I didn’t need to be told twice. Crossing the room in a few quick steps, I climbed onto the bed and into his arms. The moment his skin touched mine, the heat intensified, and I couldn’t hold back the gasp that escaped my lips. Edward's arms tightened around me, and I felt a shiver run through his body as he inhaled deeply, his face buried in my neck. “Amanda,” he murmured, his voice low and strained. “You're in heat.”

He bursts out laughing. “It's not funny! She also called me a dog and told me I was in heat!” I say and he suddenly stops laughing. “What?” “Right?! That's ridiculous.” I agree with him, but he shakes his head. “Are you?” He asks me and I glare at him. “A dog? Hell no!” I say and he shakes his head. “In heat?” He clarifies. “I don't know,” I tell him, but I grow nervous because of the look of concern on his face.

“look at that one, That's a curve if I've ever seen one. Noah, why does it look like a banana" I nearly threw my phone. "Oh my God, shut up." She ignored me, tapping one of the messages. "Let’s see what the locals are saying—" The chat opened, and I instantly regretted everything. Thickerthanurmom87: Damn, boy, you got a body made for sin. U into rough? I choked. "What the fuck—" Imogen squealed. "NOAH!" She shoved me. "Your first thirst trap and you’re already getting railed in the DMs! YOU'RE HOT COMMODITY!"

“What if I catch it from you?” This was the worst possible timing. I had work to do, money to make, and a construction site inspection scheduled for tomorrow. “Fever isn’t contagious,” he murmured as he kissed behind my ear. “But the heat might be.” He lowered his voice and started whispering shameless things against my skin. I fumbled with the sheets, flustered. “Shouldn’t you take medicine or something?” Ever since the audience gained audio, the comments had become unbearably loud and bold.