Anna Lore Nude Novels & Stories

Never had either of them felt such a rapidly intense desire and neither of them wished to see it end, with their attire cast aside and left piled amid the flower bed, their nude bodies were exposed to the elements as well as the open air. Alain positioned his body between the slender thighs of a panting Noreen much like he had during their previous encounter, eyes of blazing hazel remained fixated upon the newly freed shapely round breasts that lined her chest as they bounced with each motion of his intense thrusts that saw their way to driving his throbbing appendage deeper into the warmth he sought to recall.

Elara Wang stared at her reflection once more, heart hammering against her ribs like a war drum. The green flower-printed gown Aurora had chosen for her hugged every dangerous curve of her body. The thin fabric clung to her heavy, full breasts, the neckline plunging just enough to show deep cleavage and the faint outline of her dark pink nipples, which had been stiff since the moment she woke up this morning. The hem skimmed mid-thigh, short enough that bending over would flash the curve of her plump ass and the tiny black thong she wore underneath — already damp with nervous, forbidden arousal.

He retrieved a photo book out of it and handed it over to them. "What is this?" Alonso asked, collecting it from him. "These are illustrations. Something to give you an idea of the shoot today." Alarm bells rang in Lorena's ears as they opened the pictures. They were women in revealing bridal outfits, posed in very uncomfortable looking positions, looking seductive. She didn't think that was the image she wanted to project. She shifted uncomfortably the more Alonso flipped the pages. Finally, he was on the last page, and she could breathe well age.

His tongue came around my hard nipples, licking and biting. I felt myself close. I rubbed my thighs together, begging for some release. Then I heard a gurgle in the water.

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

The ones on the court for the men who dunked balls. It felt like I was looking at Liora for the first time. Maybe because it had been some time since we had sex. Maybe it was because of the events that happened previous day. Liora obviously took pride in her appearance. Her legs were taut. Breasts pert and capped by pink nipples that jutted out fiercely. Her thighs glowed and looked like someone who did a lot of Pilates, even though she didn't do any of that. And that bubble butt. It was as inviting as the beautiful, smooth mound between her legs.

“Go!” I scoff incredulously at her, and she chuckles before shooting me a wink. “Goodnight, Maria,” I say and roll my eyes as I open the door. Nero looks up when I walk outside, and I am struck again at how handsome he is. Today he’s not wearing a suit, but dark jeans, a black leather jacket and a white t-shirt that pulls across his chest and thick biceps. His dark hair is all mussed up as if he’s been running his fingers through it all day, and his eyes… Gods, his eyes feel like a tide pulling me in.

Tonight was no ordinary night—it was the night the my son, Caden, would bind himself to his chosen mate, Lorraine. The air was fragrant with jasmine and cedar, each blossom and sprig laid out with careful intent by Luna Lina herself. White silks draped the altar, swaying gently in the evening breeze, while hundreds of candles flickered along the path leading to the sacred stone where the pair would stand. The firelight made the scene shimmer as though the stars had descended to witness.

And then I’d remind her exactly who the master of this game was. “Baby… aren’t we done here?” I looked up. Lauren stood in the doorway of my study, completely naked, every curve on full display. That brunette body was smoking hot, full breasts, narrow waist, hips that swayed like she knew exactly what she was doing. This was what a real woman looked like. A real woman is supposed to be filled with adventure and fun. Not endless complaints or stubborn opinions or ..or pretending she was anything more than what I wanted her to be.

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.