Ashley Matheson Nudes Novels & Stories

There were pictures upon pictures of nude girls in different positions and some even had bruises on their faces. Dad stopped when he scrolled again to see pictures of Katrina. She was naked and looked at the camera with fear in her eyes. 'What the hell is this?' Dad asked Asher. He was fuming already. 'You might want to check the videos,' Asher said as he slumped on the chair and rested his head on the back and closed his eyes. The Alpha stood from his seat and collected the phone from dad to scroll through the pictures again then moved to the videos. We all crowded behind the Alpha to see what was happening.

“Yes, it’s your turn.” Ashley’s nails are painted pale pink; I notice the shade as she trails her fingertips lightly over my tented khakis. Then – without me even asking – she shimmies out of her sweatpants. She’s not wearing underwear either... who are these girls? Without a word, the eighteen-year-old positions herself over my lap, making sure there’s plenty of pressure on my raging hard-on. Her body on mine feels so fucking good – and I think that’s exactly what she intended.

“Okay, this is total BS. Why on earth would Sasha do something like this? All the elites will come for her! God, she's fucking cunning.” He sounded like he was talking more to himself. But yeah…he was right. Sasha just confirmed that subs were really bullied to death at Delengade and she even turned in her own friend. All to convince me she was serious about being a changed person? I hated to admit it, but it was working. My phone started to ring again and I answered it knowing it had to be Layla. “Are you done watching?” She asked. I turned to Peter whose expression was hard as he stared at me.

And facing the bed, was a gigantic monochromatic painting…of him. Naked. Thankfully, in the painting he was laying on his stomach, the mosaic of tattoos on full display, though hiding what needed to be hidden. Still, I don’t think I would want to wake up in the morning and that be the first thing I look at. “Fredrico Givanchy…” Asher murmured. I turned around and raised my brow. “A very famous photographer. I have modeled a few times. When I didn’t have to deal with the Alpha nonsense and was free as a bird.”

“Go in there and pack up. Leave right now. I have another chef who will do a better job than this rubbish you’ve done.” Ashley’s jaw tightens as she watches Nonna kneel, begging. But behind Ashley’s calm expression, something dark flickers. Ashley Knowles isn’t always this calm. She is called sassy and rude for a reason back in Desert MC.

"Mind if I join?" I whipped my eyes open and looked up to find Asher standing above me in his briefs, and holy smokes was his body amazing!! He was more muscular than before and his tattoos went further than just his arms. Good lord, I'm in trouble. "It's a free country..." Seriously? Get it together, Layla! He lightly chuckled as I watched him slowly get into the hot tub and sit just a few inches away from me, but he was careful not to touch me.

Ashley woke up after sleeping for almost five hours. It's was 11:57 pm already before she woke up. She got up from her bed and went to the bathroom. After washing her face and cleaning herself up, she went downstairs in other grab something to eat. She froze on the staircase when she saw David in his only sweatpants without a shirt. Ashley really undress and raped him with her eyes. She started from his neck to his chest and to his pink nipples. From there to his lightly hairy chest to his well defined Greek god abs. She didn't stop there and even went further to where his V line ends in his pants.

He scared her, even more so than Dylan did. " You can open your eyes now," Ashton said. Kira hesitantly lowered her to see that Ashton had only thrown on some pants, he was still shirtless. it took her a couple of minutes before she was able to divert her eyes from his well-sculpted upper body. did all Alphas look like this? Ashton indeed had more muscles than any of the other alphas she had met, but it wasn't by much, or maybe it was just because she hadn't seen any other alpha shirtless before, maybe they all looked like this

Alarina groaned and rubbed her forehead, lamenting, "I'm not a gymnast, and I definitely don't have an athlete's body." As Alarina continued to talk, Ashley's attention drifted away. Her gaze fixated on her phone, which had mysteriously placed her in a group chat without her knowledge. The chat was filled with messages from other students, and they were nothing short of vicious: "She's a man hunter." "She's so ugly." "I don't know what boys see in her." "I just wanna kill her." Ashley's eyes widened in disbelief and anger. "What the hell is this?" she muttered, her voice trembling as she shook her head in disbelief while staring at the hateful messages on her phone.

Alyssa's profile had a handful of clearly well thought out photos on display and, unlike every other ad he'd seen on this site, they weren't taken with a shitty cell phone in front of a mirror. No, these were more than selfies meant to show tits and ass. These were art. The first three showed Alyssa wearing high-end lingerie, a black and white top that showed her curves. The next two were a little more risque and shot from behind her, showing one of the sexiest asses Tony had ever seen. There were two topless photos, where she hid her nipples from view in an implied-nude and the last few were full body, head to toe shots of her wearing dark lingerie, fish net stockings and sexy high heels. T