Alli Martinez Nude Novels & Stories

I unclasped my bra and he tore off my panties. "You like what you see?" he asked with a cocky smirk. "Are you kidding? I love what I see." "Then I want you to see every part of me, because it's all yours," he said, taking off his belt, holding me with one hand easily, and soon he was nude, his cock hard against my butt. He lifted me to adjust himself, and in one stride he was in me. I gasped out in pain and pleasure, my wetness taking him in.

One hand he held a gun in as if it were a pencil rather than a weapon. He was breathtakingly handsome as he stood there shirtless. The kind of beauty that caused you to doubt your own sanity. However he exuded danger so strongly that I wanted to run. Bad idea. Matteo was behind me. A young woman knelt on the floor, trying to cover her bare chest while crying, her breasts we're almost spilling out.She was trembling too much. Her waist was uselessly encircled by her bra. Her mascara had made her face look like a terrifying painting and blood had streaked her cracked lip.

I have betrayed Ashina for the second time again today. I reached for the discarded bottle on the floor, taking one last gulp before letting it fall from my grasp. The alcohol numbed a bit of my rage, but it couldn’t erase the turmoil inside me. Just then I heard Erica call out to me. “Nathan.” I turned my head in her direction, my vision a blur to the image in front of me. I squinted my eyes to get a clearer view and then I saw it. Erica stood stark naked in front of me.

she shrugged inwardly. It wasn’t a big deal. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before… Ugh. There goes my dirty mind again… “I haven’t seen that movie,” he said gruffly. “So I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She grinned wider. “It would be an honor if you could paint me like Jack Dawson painted Rose DeWitt Bukater. I suggest you watch the movie and let me know what you think. I’m willing to pay, whatever the price.”

"My name is Ryan Mitchell, and I am—was—the Alpha of Crimson Ridge Pack." The viewer count climbed rapidly as word spread. "All these years, I betrayed the most precious thing in my life. My mate, Mia." His voice cracked on my name. "I'm nothing but scum. Lower than dirt. If I could trade my life to bring her back, I would do it without hesitation." Comments flooded the screen, most of them vicious and unforgiving. "To atone for my sins, I'm donating every single asset I own to charities supporting abused women. My company, my properties, my investments—everything."

She hated rude guys to the core. “I’m not just the one at fault. Don’t order me around, jerk!” she yelled and to her irritation, she pinched him on the stomach harder and ran away. Blaze has his mouth gaping like a fish and when he finally regained his senses, he laughed so hard while clutching his stomach. He didn’t expect his mate would be feisty. “He’s undeniably handsome but he’s arrogant,” Ella mumbled while she walked towards her room. She breathed deeply. “Calm down, Ella. Calm yourself,” she chanted. When she already found her room, she stood outside for a few seconds before knocking on the door.

HUMAN MATE:02: "What are you doing Vera ?" Lucia asks her best friend. Vera smirks and continues mixing Some powder into one of the glasses of whiskey. “Vera" Lucia snaps at her best friend impatiently. "Relax girl. It's just a drug to make my position as Andrew Glyndon's mate” Vera signals for a waiter. As soon the human waiter arrives, she looks straight into his eyes and hypnotizes him to do as she said and forget everything soon after.

I could probably barge in but I don't want to see such filth as her naked, it would be too insulting and disgusting. But it wouldn't be so bad to see her naked, I snickered, and the door to my room slowly opened. When it was finally ajar I wondered if I was being delusional or what but what I saw mystified me, an angel with black hair stood in front of me. If I didn't have to do something important today I would've taken her right here and now. Her hair was dripping with water and her white shirt was wet giving me a full display of her overripped bananas, spotty and hanging precariously from tender stalks.

Clara smiles, as she points to the other woman, “and this is Marta. We are your handmaids.” Marta is the tall and statuesque with jet-black hair pulled into a severe bun. Clara is shorter and more petite with soft, honey-blonde hair cascading in gentle waves, offers a small, kind smile. “Miss please undress and step in the tub,” Marta firmly says.

Marta Morales arrived a few minutes later. She walked in looking a little bit flustered and apologetic. However, she also looked beautiful. Dr. Marta is 34 years old. She was a little taller than me at 5'6 and 127lbs. She was of Puerto Rican descent and had light, coffee brown skin and big, brown eyes. Her facial features were delicate and pretty, with large lips and straight teeth. Her hair was medium length, just down her to neck and black and her body was incredibly voluptuous with large, 36-D breasts. She even looked good with the cares of a bad day hanging all over her.