Sarah Matthews Hot Novels & Stories

While his hand leaves my jaw, to my neck then rubbing down to my shoulder. "I'm Lorraine Matthews, you can call me Lori. You can call me darling, or baby, or babe, up to you." I mirrored his words again, making him chuckled. My voice was raspy, as I was trying to get a hold of myself. God. Gucci guy is really good at his game. "Can I kiss you, Lori?" "Uh-huh." That was all I could make to came out of my mouth, as he slowly moves his lips that were hovering from my neck, tracing to what I felt like an eternity to my lips. He smelled like the fine whiskey, that we just drink.

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?

Walking out of the chapel just after concluding her penance, with strong hopes that this sacrament of reconciliation will bring good tidings to her. She searched through her bespoke Hermes bag to fetch a keyless remote control. Pointing same towards an obsidian black Mercedes-Maybach S650 seated on the all paved parking lot just about 100 feet outside the chapel. Those new pair of silhouette heels still hurts terribly regardless, she needs to walk like a queen.

“Back when I was 12, I had a best friend. Her name was Maria. She was kind and she had a beautiful heart and I loved spending time with her. she wasn't like all the other friends that mother had forced on me. she didn't spend hours talking about her manicure, she was a servant’s daughter.’’ Patricia started, sitting down in the bed next to me and rubbing my shoulders. “ I remember her,’’ Aria said. “ Maria was Darren’s little sister.’’ there was an expression behind her face when she spoke Darren’s name. From what I know, Darren was the boy that area was in love with before she met her mate.

sarah : oh okay parv : what about you do you wish to stay single forever (Sarah is cursing him for asking him this question) sarah : I wish I could stay like this only parv : why sarah (mumbled) : I don't want anymore heartbreak parv : what heartbreak Sarah : I mean I don't want any heartbreak by loving someone parv : who knows what will happen Sarah : I'm also saying the same parv : are you loving someone Sarah : no parv (suspicious) : why I feel you're hiding something Sarah was in dilemma because she got caught now she wants to escape or wants to hide but how suddenly rithik came rithik : her name is mehak parv : whose name rithik : the girl that karthik is close to sarah : how you know r

and naked. A strange burning, yet pleasurable, tingle shot through my body as our skin made contact. Wind rushed past my ears as he hoisted me up and scooped me into his large, firm, arms. The frozen sensation that had overtaken my limbs melted away as his body heat warmed me up. I could hear his frantically beating heart in his chest as I leaned my head onto his peck. “What- What about the mudslide?” I questioned softly as a sudden tiredness overcame me.

Her two fingers were inside her tunnel while her eyes were seductively looking at the camera. The photo was attached with a message, "I want you to fuck me hard again." He felt the erection of his manhood due to the intense heat he felt in his body because of what she sent. He felt uncomfortable. He wants to go to her but how about Laila? Is it okay to leave her wife for a moment?

I am seated on a chair. A beam of light, thin as a blade, sweeps across the space before settling on me. It glides over my skin like a poisoned caress. The heat almost burns me, tracing a path from my collarbone down to the curve of my breasts, exposed by the black latex corset Kael ordered me to wear. The fabric, already clinging to my skin with sweat and arousal, seems to tighten further under this invisible gaze. Murmurs rise around me, whispers slithering between the bodies crammed into the shadows.

"When you didn't come to work, I wanted to make sure you were safe." Jake lowered his hand, clearly recognizing the threat Timothy represented. "Look, man, this is just a misunderstanding between old friends-" "Old friends don't drug each other," Timothy said, his voice soft and infinitely more frightening than if he'd shouted. "Old friends don't arrange for women to be assaulted." Sarah went white. "We never said anything about-" "You didn't have to." Timothy's smile was sharp as a blade. "I know exactly what you did. And more importantly, I know who you are. Sarah Matthews, daughter of Judge Harold Matthews. And you must be Jake Morrison, the failed real estate developer with gambling debt

“Silas was just telling me that your beta found his mate?” “He did,” I verify, and Silas grins. “Sasha is pretty. She has red hair. Like it’s on fire.” I chuckle as my son describes my Beta’s new mate. Sasha is a sweet woman. Quiet and reserved, much like Atticus, but I think once she gets more comfortable her timidness will wear off and she, Harriet and Tilly will be thick as thieves. “Oh yeah? You like red hair?” “Purple would be better.” Silas sighs. “Purple is mommy’s favorite color.”