Alexa Stone Nudes Novels & Stories

The first one I picked up was a letter. "Your Majesty, My words cannot express our sympathies to the royal family. Nemesis was a treasure that can never be replaced. I do hope she is found safe and well. If you find yourselves in need of anything that we may be able to assist you with, please don't hesitate to let us know. Your Humble Servant, Alexander"

She spins the bottle real fast and it smack bangs come to a dead stop in front of me. Alexa ~”Truth or dare Damon?” Damon ~”Dare.” Alexa ~”I want you to strip down and sit naked for the next ten minutes.” Damon ~”Not a problem at all.” I get up to take my pants off, as I knot my fingers in my underwear, I see all the girls go dead quiet and stare. Then I strip down complete naked. Joelle ~”I...uhm...that...is...fucking hot.” Alexa ~”Damn mamma...god sure took his time with you.”

He was blessed with wealth that was acknowledge in and out of the kingdom and now the joining of his family with the royal family. The merry mansion seemed to be very busy at moment. Her siblings, her extended family, her maids, her bultler, absolutely everyone was busy, this was another opportunity for her to escape but she had this hint that the person who caught her last time would be keeping an eye on her. Alexa had a long silky brown hair she was 5 feet 5 inches with about 40c breast size she could be said to be quite busty. Alexa had a nice bright skin.

"Yeah, that's what I mean!" "I'm just coming back from the dungeon, I.... " "Go there now! You're the alpha prince, you're making me doubt your abilities!" Xander clenched his jaw and got up. "Fine! I'm going there now!" * * Alexa's pov My mouth hangs open as I'm rendered speechless.. Miss Damien said they're hot but she didn't tell me they're hundred percent hot. I gaze at all the delicious bodies... strong abs and muscles... their faces are to die for.

The silence that follows is heavier than any noise: it screams everything that words refuse. Alexandre lies on the tiled floor, his shirt open, a dark stain spreading under his neck. He does not move. His breath is weak, like a sheet barely lifted. Beside him, a tipped glass greens the light; a pool of liquid blends with something more terrible. Alexandre's face is pale, his features frozen in an expression that belongs only to those who have given so much that they seem to fade away.

She loathed how he unraveled her, how his touch turned her into this needy creature. Withdrawing his fingers, slick with her essence, Rex spun her around, pressing her chest against the wall. The stone scraped her nipples, sending jolts of sensation straight to her core. He freed his cock from his trousers, the thick shaft slapping against her ass. Veined and pulsing, pre-cum beading at the tip. Isabella glanced over her shoulder, her breath hitching at the sight of his raw power, but she snarled, "You'll regret this. I won't—"

They asked me to follow them and turned to leave without giving anymore details. I paused for a second to think about it, but my instincts betrayed me. I followed behind them and walked into larger room, six times my size of room. A large portrait of the Alpha and a man and a woman behind him hung up in the wall. It grabbed my attention the moment I walked in. Everything about the room looked sophisticated. Obsidian carvings, an artwork that added life to the room, the floor was marbled, but somehow I could see my reflection almost clearly. The furnitures in the room and the private balcony stashed with vintage wines.

A bitter, suffocating ache clawed its way back into my chest. The man who had spanked me earlier sneered, stepping forward in defiance. “Why get so territorial over a club whore when we can all share happily?” Club whore… The insult turned my stomach. “Exactly. She has enough holes for all of us.” “Hold on, aren't you married?” He spat, narrowing his eyes at Alexander's expensive suit. Someone in the VIP booth behind us gasped, pointing a finger. “Look closely, it’s Alexander Stone. He is a married man.”

She was smoking and making rings with smoke. "Look at her breasts Den, they are so flat. There size must be around 20-25. And our customers need 50 plus size.Help her to enlarge them. And her ass is round and good no need to change it. As for her pu**y, it is very tight. Suck it or fuck it, just make it bulge out. Take her now" Maira said and dismissed them. Celestine who was listening all this, felt fear creeping in her heart. She was not naive to not understand where she was standing.

My eyes went to the couch the moment I stepped into the living room. He was there—Alexander Stone—flat on his back, face turned half toward the wall. He looked smaller than the videos had made him; bruises on his temple, a dark smudge at his cheekbone, a split lip. The chest rose and fell, slow and even. Unconscious. Not sleeping. Not feigning. Just… gone from the world for now. “How is this possible?” one of the juniors breathed, no longer careful with his voice.