Ashley Ortega Nudes Novels & Stories

"I need you now, Alpha." Alex pushed Ashly back gently. The sight of Ashly like this knocked the breath from Alex's lungs. Ashly was beautiful. Her milky skin dampened with sweat; her boobs rose and fell with fast breaths; her pink nibbles perked against the cool air. Her long legs parted for Alex, knees bent, quivering thighs, and dripping slick exposed her leaking hole. "Alex ! Fuck me." Ashly screamed.

I let out a bitter laugh and pushed myself up, swaying a little as I grabbed another unopened bourbon bottle from the table. She ignored my sarcasm. Without a word, she slapped a stack of printed photos against my chest. They scattered across the stained carpet. My gaze dropped, bored and unfocused—until the images registered. Ashley. The photos were screenshots from some viral fire‑scene video online. She stood in the middle of the scorched ruins, wearing a linen dress soaked through with water and sweat. The fabric clung to her body… and her stomach. Her belly curved outward in a way no one could possibly miss.

ASHLEY’S POV Ashley was stunned as Alpha Liam left her in his office literally still sitting down half naked and hungry from his touch. She was embarrassed and felt like a fool. How had she sounded so much Like a prostitute. As if she didn’t have shame. She was a slave yes, and she was his to do with whenever he wanted to do, but my God, he had just spread her legs opened and rubbed his mouth in between her legs and even set his fingers in between there and still fed her in her mouth.

Ashton "What the hell are you wearing, Ashy?" Lautner said nonchalantly and immediately walk in my direction, he then turned me around to look closely at the clothes I was wearing. I couldn't help but frown because it feels like there is something wrong with what I was wearing right now based on the tone of his voice. I was wearing a sleeveless shirt and trunks because I plan to swim in the ocean after the Caribbean boys were done with their strip show. I just really want to see naked men dancing on stage, I don't know but I have never really seen such a show before.

Ash growled as he rubbed himself through his pants, watching me as a fire lit behind his eyes. Continuing my strip-tease, I removed my blouse, followed by my skirt, until I was standing in only my lace bra and thong set. I bit my lip as I released my breasts, fondling them and pinching my nipples, moaning Ash’s name as I did; the strained look on his face was truly priceless. I turned my back to him, gripping the hem of my thong, and leaned forward, pulling them off of me; my ass and already soaked cunt on full display for my husband.

He was in glee when he saw that and said, "I never knew you liked me so much, Ms. Victoria! Are you planning to hug my portraits to sleep? "If you marry me, all of mine would be yours, Ms. Victoria. You can … you can hug me to sleep!" Asher moved to stand in front of Victoria and opened up the portrait he just found. He exclaimed, "Look, I have eight-pack abs! Aren't I handsome and sexy? You'll have a sense of security around me, right?" Victoria's gaze fell onto the portrait as Asher walked past her. Asher was in his inner garment in front of a bright yellow door. The collar of his clothing was slightly opened and extended downward, revealing part of his muscles. They were well-defined abs.

“You feel so good.” “Asher.” Olivia's moans followed next. From here, I could make out her pointy nails digging deep into Asher's back. Asher on the other hand was shirtless, and I could make out sweat dripping down his chest and abs. If I was being honest, I wasn't sure he had any other piece of clothing on, and I could barely make out the V of his body. “Don't stop. Don't stop.

"Now, first thing I want you to do is take off your clothes. If you want to take everything off your for strangers, you can take them off at home, too." Alex slowly removes her halter, her shoes, her socks, and then her shorts not sexily at all but very embarrassedly. She stands there in just her panties. "My underwear, too?" "I don't remember seeing any underwear in your pictures." Alex rolls her eyes and sighs, then pulls off the panties and stands there with her hands as fig leaves. "I want to see that same pose that you used in your picture." Alex sighs again. She spreads her legs apart a little and raises her hands above her head. Olga lets her stand there uncomfortably.

I rip it up, over my chest, until it comes over my head. Asher stops moving; he levels a look on me, taking in the view of my nudity. His cock flexes beneath me. "Take off your pants," I demand. He pops the top button; I rise up on my knees so he can shimmy the clothing off entirely. I start to lower myself, but he catches my hips, shoving me down firmly on top of his shaft. It sandwiches between us, sizzling with heat, the girthy tip poking my navel.

I pray for a savior to come, I don't want to become a wore and sex toy, but have any of my prayers ever been answered? I pulled off my clothes and undergarment leaving me naked, the Alpha stood up while I lay on the bed, I accepted my fate already. He pulled off his pant and brought his cock close to my vagina, he was about to thrust in when the door plunged open revealing an angry Alpha Ortega "Stop" His authoritative voice booms in the room, the other Alpha was angered "Alpha Ortega you gave her to me" "And I'm taking her back. Do you have a problem with that?"