Ashley Gardner Nude Novels & Stories

When I tried to recall, I was greeted by a merciless pain in my head. The bathroom door pulled open, and involuntarily my blue gaze lifted and caught Asher's, stepping out, almost naked with only a blue short cladding around his waist. It was hanging so dangerously low with lines of water running down the bare surface of his chest, down every dotted black ink of the massive tattoo on his chest, leading to his arms and back, every trail of his god-damned muscle, his unbelievably fine abs. Holy fuck, he was hot.

It took me a while to realize that I wasn't in my bed alone and the memories of last night came rushing back. I looked at Luciana and then down to her stomach. I felt nothing much but for the sake of our child and the effort she has shown in being by my side through all these times, I might as well consider that. Untangling myself from Luciana, she snuggled herself deeper into my neck but I gently removed her hands and legs and got up. I dressed up lightly and went down to the pack's gym to relieve myself. As I kept swinging punches at the punching by, I thought about how my life had taken a drastic turn ever since I found out the evil deeds of Ashley and how she cheated on me.

There was no finesse to my movements as I whipped my T-shirt over my head and tossed it aside before lowering my hand to my sweatpants to do the same. Asher watched the whole thing with heated eyes that made my face and neck flush. I wrapped my arms around myself when I was naked, suddenly feeling self-conscious. Asher lifted my arms away with a shake of his head. “Let me see you.” I snorted, feeling the need to make light of the situation. “You act like you’ve not seen it all before.” He didn’t reply, just raked his eyes over me, his gaze burning my skin like hot coals.

His torso forced my legs open, his hot breath fanning across my lips. A loud ripping sound filled the room, followed by the rush of cool air. I looked down in embarrassment as Alpha Asher tossed my shredded tank-top to the side. His black gaze ran down my bare skin, lingering on my chest before he continued lower. I didn't look down as the sound of tearing fabric filled the room. Another cool breeze, this one much lower rushed against me. Alpha Asher had his burning gaze roaming every inch of my skin, his eyes darkened as he looked down at my soaked underwear.

No babe, I didn't". Kiara stared at him deeply and finally nodded her head. Asher smirked devilishly and started undressing her. Kiara stood up from the stool to give him more access. She was only wearing her nightgown with panties, so it was very easy for Asher to undress. Asher gulped in nervousness when he saw his wife's naked body. Yesterday, he was too lost in pleasure to study her body closely. But looking at it now, he was so nervous.

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

Ashley used her finger and pointed at her panties with a questioning look at Sarah then she slowly raised her finger to point at her top with the same look. Sarah understood what Ashley was doing so she said, "If you're going to do it, lose the panties first. But I don't think you're going to go all the way." Ashley maintained her eye contact with Sarah as she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her blue panties and started to push them down. Ever so slowly more and more of Ashley's bald pubic area came into view. Ashley could see Sarah was starting to get nervous so she pulled her thumbs out of her panties and saw a flood of relief come over Sarah's face. But Ashley reached behind her back

Emily, now holding the lingerie like a trophy, displayed it for all to see, mocking my innocence and shattered hopes. At that moment, Asher pressed a button and a large screen descended, revealing an intimate video he had secretly recorded himself. The explicit images showed intimate moments in which I performed oral sex on him. I felt my legs weaken, and a lump formed in the back of my throat as the pack watched, hypnotized by the grotesque scene.

Each movement sent pulsating waves of pleasure between us, our breathing ragged and heavy. Desperate for more skin-on-skin contact, we hastily removed our remaining clothes, leaving them discarded in a disheveled heap on the warehouse floor. Naked against one another, Ember guided my engorged member towards her wet entrance as she spread her legs wider in anticipation. As I entered Ember's heat slowly, our synchronized moans filled the air, our bodies merging together as one. With each thrust into her tight core, pleasure intensified, transcending us to new heights. I pulled out almost completely before driving back into her, positioning her legs over my shoulders to reach a deeper penetrati

His lips parted for breath. Each had its own caption. Asher is so hot! It should be a crime to be both so talented and so good-looking. Look at those muscles!!! Under that caption was a candid photo from the weight room. Asher stood next to the treadmill with a towel draped over one shoulder. Joggers hung low on his hips. He was missing a shirt. He glared into the camera like he knew the picture was being taken and resented it. The bare expanse of pale skin ridged with muscles, the curve of where his hip disappeared beneath his joggers, the ice cold focus of his unblinking eyes…