Txt Houston Novels & Stories

Houston removed his mouth from my boobs and kissed me hard, his bulge pressing against my stomach, causing me great desire. He removed his hand from my pussy and brought it to my face with a smirk dancing on his lips. "Suck it." He ordered, thrusting his fingers into my mouth. I drooled all over them, tasting myself from his hand as my nipples hardened. He groaned as I ran my tongue over his flesh. Houston used his other, free hand to unbuckle his belt, pulled his trousers with boxers down to his leg and exposed the huge cock dangling between his legs. He was hard and huge with veins bulging all over it. My mouth watered and I wondered if I could get on my knees and suck him.

He tapped the message, and the world felt as though it stood still. 2+2=10 + Houston Max couldn't remember the joke. They'd been kids, but that incorrect formula had become a sort of inside joke over the years. A joke only he and Lumen would know. But what was Houston? What did that mean? "Max?" Orion asked. Max tapped the link. His map application opened up and a red pin appeared on the map some distance from where they were and outside the boundary line of the sanctuary property. Prudence put her hand on his shoulder. "Max?"

He was a man who had developed, through decades of navigating the specific landscape of powerful personalities, a remarkable ability to receive information without immediately broadcasting his response to it. "Houston is a big city," he said, carefully. "How do you intend to find her if you don't know where she's staying?" "I will figure it out when I get there." I turned back to the suitcase, added a scarf that I did not need but folded and placed anyway because my hands required occupation. "I will ask every hotel in the city if I have to." "There are approximately eight hundred hotels in Houston, honey." "Then I will start with the nicest ones."

Harvey, the head of the Houston family, waved his hand. In no time, Hercules came in. "Head of the Houston family!" Hercules called out to Harvey. Harvey smiled coldly. "Hercules, what does the Lane family want to talk about?" All the elders in the hall were looking at the scene disdainful. The Houston family was the number one family in Wonder City, and they despised even the Lane family. "Head of the Houston family. I hope you can just get through this sad news," said Hercules. "Get through this sad news?" Harvey was stunned.

AUTHOR POV "I can't give it to you" Fiona's words sounded again and again in Houston's words. She had finally figured out the feelings that he had for her. Houston threw his head back and sighed. "Fiona I......you don't understand. I really like you. No, scratch that. I love you. I've always done!" Houston said. Aiden looked at Houston with a sneer on his face. He could not tell if Houston is doing this on purpose or if he is really this dumb

“Houston has a habit of spewing nonsense. You can proceed to present your case.” “Bastards!” Houston roared, jumping out of his chair. “I am going to execute every one of you standing here!” He walked over to the wall and pressed the red button. A shrill siren rang through the building and a few minutes later, a group of about fifty guards came running inside and spread out in a tight arc around us. “Grab all these men and throw them in the dungeons.” Houston roared in a voice booming with rage. “Don’t spare even a single one of these grateless morons. This is the order of your…” His words trailed and he huffed. “This is my order.”

I unfold the squares and it reveals; 103, Houston Park. 5 pm. Lots of wine and fun.

I lick my lips, trying to take steadying breaths. “You alright, darling? You don't look so good.” He says in avoice laced with worry. I shoot him a fake smile. “Yeah, I'm alright.” I say shakily. I really need to stop falling asleep in cabs. I pay and tip generously, grabbing my purse and my MacBook and getting out to the sidewalk. I state up at the huge building that houses Houston Investments, one of the ventures belonging to the Houston Group in LA. It is the typical skyscraper, with “HOUSTON” set up in bold letters right at the peak of the building.