Andy Fuegos Nude Novels & Stories

She is always the first. Her lips travelled on my neck, my chest. Fingers travelled from my chest to my abs, riding the gap in muscles. Her eyes blazed with fire as she maintained eye contact and slowly went down. Knelt in front of me, increasing my heartbeat in response. My blood rushed south, and my veins filled with spark when I saw her in that position. Empty beach, sun turning red in the sky, breeze getting wild and Lisa deciding to make my day. The fantasy was coming to life.

FANTASY BECAME OBSESSION The night that Luis Montero discovered what was really happening between his big brother and Yaze, the real sex intercourse that he had ever witness. He had not even seen a picture of a man and woman having sex, now he had directly seen one. Having seen Yaze’s gorgeous nude body, her perky boobs and the sex, made him always fantasized about Yaze. He wished to sleep with her. He wanted his virginity, first sex with Yaze.

But I see everything. I freeze. Our eyes meet. For a second. Just one. But it’s enough to rekindle the fire. I want to go to her. But I don't move. Because at my arm, Cassandre has returned. And I become what I pretend to be. A man engaged. A man who has no right. But who burns to cross all boundaries.

’ Ares bristles. ‘True that!’. is all I reply. Sometimes it seems like she is feeling inferior to my magic now. But she has absolutely no reason to, she is beyond magnificent. I was finally able to see what she looked like the other day. Maxim, Millie and I went out at night so I could shift safely, and they took a video of us. “Holy shit” would be an understatement. Flynn might be able to teleport and throw fireballs, but nothing on this earth is going to penetrate that armor of Ares. Not to mention her tail that could wipe out buildings and her razor sharp fangs and horns. She is formidable.

The thong was so drenched that the fabric clung to the plump lips of her pussy, clearly outlining the wet slit. The firefighters burst into the hallway within seconds, heavy boots pounding the floor. In the middle of the group was Lucas Ferreira: 1.90m of pure walking testosterone, a body sculpted by years of gym and hard work. His tight uniform clung to his broad chest and muscular arms covered in bulging veins and dark tribal tattoos. Stubble shadowed his square jaw, and his brown eyes had a predatory look — the kind of man who had already fucked many women against the wall until they cried from coming so hard.

Meanwhile, in another part of town, Mel was scrolling through her social media feed when a picture of Xavier and Davina on a romantic date caught her eye. They were sharing a candlelit dinner at a charming restaurant, smiles lighting up their faces. The caption read, "Date night with my love ❤️." Mel's anger flared instantly, but beneath that anger was a deep sense of determination. She had once been Xavier's girlfriend, and their breakup had left wounds that had never fully healed. Seeing Xavier with Davina, seemingly in love, ignited a fiery ambition in Mel.

CALM DOWN, ANDREA BONANI! There you go. You put that tray down, and you turn around. Oh dear, Santo is in the doorway. "Excuse me," I say coldly. Noooooo. Why did I say it like that? How was I going to talk to him, anyway, huh? Hey Santo, it's me, your best friend, Andrea, who ran away to Europe. As I understood that you didn't see me as a potential wife, and that was the only way I could accept that you would never love me.

CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT Isabella felt his weight on her and his thigh pressing against her sex, as he continued to use his talented tongue on her breasts. With every lap, he sent bolts of fire down to her core, liquidizing everything in its path. She felt her panties soak with the evidence of her desire and was unable to stop her body from responding to him. The same way he responded to her: his erection pressing against her hip was impossible to ignore. Too big to overlook, too hard to wish away, even if she wanted to.