Angel Dust Chest Fluff Novels & Stories

She then grabbed his clothes and tugged them hard, her tug was strong enough that some of the buttons from the emperor's clothes flew off. 'Ah! I used too much force!' Alesteria clicked her tongue mentally and once again stared at the emperor's face. However, what her eyes first landed on was not his face, it was his chest. His well-toned chest was open for her to see, which Alesteria has a front-view of. 'KYAAAAAAAH! SO SHINY! TOO BRIGHT!' Alesteria screamed in her mind the moment her eyes landed on his chest. Xerxes did not react to this and was simply looking at Alesteria, who had closed her eyes for a second because of his chest.

he called. A second later, Agnes's head appeared in the cracked-open door. Her smile began to spread across her lips but quickly faded as she saw me. "Um…" She cleared her throat. "Ms. Angelica Butte—" The door fully opened, and a golden-haired actress glided inside Aiden's office, proudly presenting her slender legs and tiny feet in five-inch heels. Then she stopped and slammed the door, all but hitting Agnes's face. Angelica Butterfly wore a tight, black leather dress that barely covered her curvy butt and exposed a fair part of her cleavage. For those who didn't recognize her as a celebrity just by looking at her outfit, she also wore dark sunglasses to cover her stormy-gray eyes.

“Miss me?” “F*ck off!” She shoved at him, but he pinned her hands. When she smelled the thick stench of alcohol on him, she glared at him. “Aster, could you stop your drunken ravings after taking a few sips of horse piss?! Go to your wife and stop disgusting me!” “My wife isn’t as much of a sl*t as you are.” Aster bowed his head and blew into her ear. “Sl*t, my foot! If you like s*x so much, I’ll give you some of Tiny Blessings’s best sellers for free! You can get whatever pleasure you want from them!”

"Like what you see, big guy? This ass has been teasing you all night under the mistletoe skirt." "Hell yes," I growled, propping myself up on my elbows, cock throbbing back to full mast just from the sight. She reached back, spreading her cheeks wide with both hands, exposing everything, her swollen lips parted, clit peeking out hard and needy, that creamy mess inviting me back in. "Ride it, Astrella. Show Santa how naughty elves twerk on cock."

She was happy for all of them. Wearing a white floral sundress with her hair brushed out, makeup off, and glasses on, Angel looked almost nothing like she had on stage. She should be able to blend into the tourist crowds perfectly fine. Lily was more casual with a loose, flowy shirt printed with a giant cheetah head and jean shorts.

"Oh my god, girl! You look hot!" Aurora grinned bashfully, swirling left and right. The mini black dress she'd bought fit her like second skin, it was a sharp contrast to her pale skin but it looked perfect nonetheless. It was sleeveless with flowers embroidered at the hem of the gown, silver rhinestones decorated the rest of the bodice creating a sparkling glow.

Not once did she regard me, not once did she pass me those smiles or ask for my opinions on the dresses. It grated on my nerves. But I was a nobleman. A nobleman keeps his cool by all means, even if the irritation surfaces time and time again, even if all he wants is to punch his fist so hard into Todd’s face that it’s left permanently fractured. Now, that would be entertaining. Once again, Angel emerged from the dressing room, clad in a black sequin-dotted, sleeveless maxi dress. Something about it had me in chokehold, enough to lean off the opposite wall, swallowing down dryly and captivated by everything that she is.

The large room suddenly felt small as his lips grazed her ears slowly, shivers ran through her to her core, her legs weak and face flushed, pale. A low Grunt erupted from his throat as he sniffed her, he breathed in her scent of lavender and lemon detergents, she smelt so fucking nice, she always did. "Take off your clothes Adira" he whispered She stayed still, she knew this was wrong but nodded steadily and did as was told.

Unfortunately for me, she finds out, and that’s where the big fight ensues. Azazel invited us to his loft to hang out when the shit hit the fan. We were both sitting in front of his television playing Call of Duty-─Hey, I may be supernatural, but I’m still a guy. Nevaeh was sitting in a window seat playing with her phone and Azazel, and I are arguing over the remote. I can’t help but look over every few minutes to look at her. She looks stunning in her white lace dress with its delicate spaghetti strings, open back, and a short billowy skirt that makes me think bad thoughts.

“I’m fine, Argent; you can let him go.” I run my gaze across her body, ensuring that she’s unharmed. Her golden tresses fall wildly around her chest and back, and her eyes are hazy as if she was just woken from a deep sleep; otherwise, she’s untouched. I swallow hard as I take in her appearance. She looks almost ethereal in her gauzy dress─like an angel.