Amelia Quest Topless Novels & Stories

"Go find me something sexy. Dresses included." "You’re trouble," he laughed, shaking his head. "And seriously, he’s adorable." "Hey, hands off, he’s mine," she joked as he stepped out, trying to look professional. Cesar raised an eyebrow, his dimple showing as he grinned. Amelia stepped out again, this time in black lace panties, a matching bra, and red heels. Cesar was already right there, leaning in close. "You’re going to regret this," he whispered Amelia flashed a smile before shutting the curtain. "Then mission accomplished."

I rode the elevator back upstairs and almost swallowed my tongue when I stepped into the penthouse. Amelia was sitting on a makeshift picnic on the floor, her hair damp from the shower she must have taken while I was downstairs. She had changed into a white tank top that was made from gossamer-thin fabric, and it sinfully clung to her curves. Her nipples stood out in sharp contrast against the soft material, making my cock jump in response. She wore matching sleep shorts that were very short, highlighting her toned legs that were long and shapely. I would have said she was doing this on purpose, but her body language and her face showed me she was tired and hungry.

Why did I love Gale this much. His eyes, his hair and cologne, no I have this minute, I just have to get out of here quick. I tried to wiggle out of his tight grip but my efforts seemed in vain, he was far much more stronger than me. "Let me go " I whispered but it felt like he wasn't listening, he soon turned me around. And I was looking up at him, "Amelia I can... I.. " I wasn't listening anymore, my eyes drifting to the woman that stood behind him with a bedsheets wrapped around her body.

Amelia ignored his question while she raised her legs on a stool applying her body lotion on her legs exposing her fair and smooth thighs. Liam swallowed hard as he watched her hand movements up and down her leg. His eyes widened when she was about to take off her towel. "Stop it now!" he said in a deep voice walking forward to stop her from taking her towel off. "What the hell are you doing?" His familiar scent waft through her nose, she looked up to meet his gaze. "Stupid! do you really think I'll pull off my towel? move aside" Amelia allowed the towel drop down to her feet to reveal an armless top with a mini skirt that barely touched her thigh.

My hair was let down, and I did light makeup. Even I knew I looked sexy as hell. “Does Adonis know you’re here?” Amelia asked as she passed me a shot glass of tequila. I gulped down a shot, wincing at the hot intoxicating burning sensation in my throat. Rolling my eyes at her, I responded, “He doesn’t, and who gives a fuck if he does?” Chloe shrugged, “Not us.” We laughed in unison as we drank. I gazed around, “By the way, where’s Jade?”

Amelia quickly slipped her clothes back on after her video call and solitary pleasure session. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes scanning over her body critically. The fabric of her shirt clung to her damp skin, and she could see the outline of her bra through the thin material. Her current wardrobe just wasn't cutting it anymore.

She was with her date, the head of the basketball team, and a senior who was most likely to be prom king. Her expression went stiff when she saw me, but slowly, a soft smile graced her lips. She whispered something into her date's ears and he nodded. She walked up to me slowly swaying her hips seductively. Her dress was blue, and Valerie was perfect in every way. It must be annoying for her to find out I was stealing the spotlight. "That's not a bad dress, Amelia," she said in a fleeting moment as she bumped shoulders with me, then smiled at Dylan before walking past.

One second, my mate is topless and I’m fully dressed, and the next, we’re fully naked. “Lay down for me, Mommy. I need to taste you,” I croon to her. Amelia’s eyes are dazed, clouded over with lust, but she does what I asked. At this point, I’m still straddling her, but I move to lay on top of her, sliding down her body and kissing her as I go. My lips move from one last deep, mind blowing kiss before trailing my tongue down her jaw and the column of her throat.

Forcing myself to hold my usual confident, smug smile, I looked her up and down, ‘You’re wearing a different workout outfit compared to usual, darling,’ I said wryly, eyeing up her navy joggers and black crop top combo. She huffed at my comment, ‘I’ve got shorts on underneath in case I get hot, but it’s colder this morning. I guess my human instincts kicked in for it,’ she shrugged and nodded towards me, ‘I never thought I’d see you in a hoodie, what happened? Run out of all your compression shirts?’ I smirked, pulling my hoodie up and the compression shirt underneath, teasing my abs to her, ‘Would you prefer to see me shirtless, darling?’ Amelia whacked my hand and snarled, ‘Focus! Training

But then Emilia descended the stairs, and the spotlight shifted, leaving Amelia in the shadows. Amelia's eyes narrowed, her thoughts racing with resentment. Who was this girl, really? The same one they'd found unconscious on the road? She looked...transformed. The peach gown hugged her curves, and the Tear of a fairy necklace sparkled like diamonds against her skin. She was stunning, a true beauty who could give the current Miss World, Kylie Paterson, a run for her money.