Amelia Clarkson Nude Novels & Stories

I groaned. She took her time in doing it. Amelia was almost naked, just wearing a pair of panties. I’d seen her in bikinis plenty of times, not to mention her crop tops and little shorts from the summer or her workout gear when she felt like showing off and getting dolled up for the gym. Her tight, slender body wasn’t new to me. Her little tits were though, each one a small half-orange with a rosey pink quarter-sized areola and a rubbery nipple standing almost an inch out and proud. “Yes, Tay?” she finally asked as she took her lips from my cock, smirking at me as she continued to slowly stroke it.

Every single one made my face burn hotter, making me become more conscious of myself. “I didn’t even know he had a girlfriend,” I muttered. “And he does,” Claire said, lowering her voice. “Sophie Adele. The model.” I felt my stomach drop, I felt like throwing up. What did I just do? Amelia tried to cheer me up. “Hey, it’s not your fault. He’s the one with a girlfriend and still picking up girls at a club. That’s on him.” Claire rolled her eyes. “But people are bashing you hard online. You need to see it.”

Nicodemus replied. “Twenty minutes. I’m going for a full kit facial treatment because unlike you, I want to have flawless skin,” Amelia made up something and there was no response from Nicodemus for about a minute. “Fine, you get twenty minutes and not one more second after that,” he said to her. Without wasting any time, Amelia drank the remaining contents in the jar and as soon as she finished drinking it, she turned her head to the right and found another Amelia staring at her. Knowing that Nicodemus would be right outside the door listening for any signs that she was still alive, she grabbed her phone and typed out an instruction to her clone.

“It’s a good thing he’s here with you instead of Amelia. That girl… she’s been acting like she’s living her best life. But trust me, I know it’s all a show.” I blinked at her, frowning. “What do you mean?” Amber smirked knowingly, pulling out her phone. “She’s been recently flaunting herself on her ‘not-so-private’ I*******m account. Posting every chance she gets. Look.” She handed me her phone, already opened to Amelia’s profile. I scrolled, and the more I did, the more my gaze hardened. Amelia was dressed in designer clothes, her smile wide as she sat in a five-star restaurant, a glass of wine raised delicately in her hand.

This sight I see makes my eyes go wide and my mouth open a wide agape. Oh my f****** goodness. I did not know when I lift my right hand and place it on my mouth. I totally can't believe this. The image I am looking at right now is the image of Amelia completely naked in bed with Nathan hovering above her, the both of them sweating previously seemingly lost in their world of pleasure with Nathan entangled to her and her legs wrapped up around his waist. He is pounding her hard fucking her furiously on the bed like they are not going to see the next day.

She shot me a sultry look, but her eyes darted to Clara, venom lacing her smirk. I stripped efficiently—linen shorts gone, shirt already open—down to black boxer briefs that did nothing to hide my throbbing erection, the outline thick and veined against the fabric. My gaze locked on Clara, who hesitated at the edge of the circle, her sundress still on. "Strip, little sis," I commanded low, voice rough with hunger. The group chanted "Off! Off!" Tessa grabbed the hem, yanking it up playfully. "C'mon, Clara—show us what Nolan's been hiding." Clara flushed deep red but complied, peeling the dress over her head to reveal a simple white bikini set—innocent, but fuck, it hugged her curves like sin.

I pursed my lips as I contemplated on whether or not to agree to the plan then I finally nodded. "What about George?" I asked. "Please, Natalie, we all know he was getting on your nerves. You both should have broken up a long time ago," Amelia said. I grinned at her and laid back down on my bed. ****** "You look nice," Amelia complimented. I was wearing a midnight blue dress that stopped just below my butt and I had put my hair in a half up, half down style. "So do you. Seems like Chloe already found where to spend the night," I said as I pointed at Chloe who was currently grinding against a man. Amelia grinned as she ordered another shot from the barman.

“What video?” “A leaked video of us lying naked in bed with Clarissa, our faces were not seen properly in the video due to the duvet covering us but Clarissa’s naked body was on the net for a whole year and she was tagged the threesome slut,” Axel spoke in a low voice. “So when I told you that Clarissa knew nothing and was up to no good, I expected that you would at least listen to me.” “This is messed up Axel.”

His gaze turned hungry. “It’s been a long week,” Amelia whispered as she walked in front of her mate, dropping her bra and panties as she went, standing naked in front of him. Cliff’s eyes went dark as he took in her form. He dropped the report he was holding and pulled her roughly toward him. She winced. That only excited him more. He threw her on the bed and ripped his own clothes off. Amelia held her screams in as she let him do whatever he wanted to her, much like she had done for the past two years.

She instantly snapped her face at the unexpected intruder, and she discovered it was Clarkson! Amelia was embarrassed but then, she tried to behave as if she wasn't moved at all. "You should have been the one in that room, but it seems that the slave has taken your place," Clarkson chuckled. But it was insulting to Amelia "What do you want, Clarkson?" She retorted, rolling her eyes at him. "Well..." Clarkson trailed off, scratching his hair in the process and he said "Do you need some help?" "Horny bastard!" Amelia couldn't help but spurt out of him, and she started to move closer to him.