Ashley Parker Angel Nude Novels & Stories

Alessio Holy. Fucking. Shit. I gaze down at the naked blonde beauty on my bed, lying exactly the way she would in any man's fantasy. Her soft milky skin is flushed with the sheen of desire, her rose-blushed nipples diamond hard, her legs are spread wide and her pussy glistening, begging to be fucked. It's like I'm looking at an angel. An eroticized version of the angel I stole and brought to my unhallowed hell. Hades—God of the Underworld—would have been proud, but dare I say that not even Persephone—the Goddess of Spring—was as enchanting as this being in my bed.

But the moment I caught sight of her standing by the window, my eyes flew open. Angela was as naked as the day she was born. Her long dark hair tangled down her slender back. Her perfectly round ass was on full display as she peered through a gap in the drapes. I didn’t know what she was looking at but I was enjoying the view of her standing there. I loved the way she was unabashed about her nakedness. She didn’t pretend to be shy or coy. Angela knew she looked good. She liked being naked. Which suited me just fine because I liked her being naked as well.

Being designers ourselves, it was not hard for us to copy the couple's dressing style and before long, after spending several minutes looking at their pictures, we got what we wanted and several minutes later, everything was in order. While I posed as a man, the usually unruly Angel posed as a delicate woman delicately holding her husband's hand on one side and a Birkin bag on the other, a frown tagging at the corners of her lips, painting a classic picture of those vain upper-class women, proud, snobbish and b*tchy all combined. Looking at her from the corner of my eyes, seeing how the style suited her, she looked better than the real Mrs Parker and I was stifling a laughter. Why did I feel

“Would you keep your voice down? Some of us are trying to sleep,” came an oddly familiar voice, and a moment later a very tall and very naked Layon appeared from the rustling bushes holding his head as though he was struggling with a major hangover. Biting back embarrassed laughter, Angel quickly averted her eyes. Though it was not the first time she had seen a naked werewolf in human form before, it was definitely the first time she had seen Layon that way. It took her only a glimpse to know that he was a finer specimen than she had ever seen, well-endowed and muscular from head to toe, standing at well over six feet. He towered over her in all his naked glory even with so many feet between

Even as Angel had driven into the parking lot and seen the yellow Impala parked in front of the café, he'd held out hope that this was all one big mistake. He'd parked next to Eric's car where he saw Eric and Romero standing. Eric motioned to the window of the café as Angel approached them. It was her. And she looked unbelievably seductive. She sat there gazing attentively into another guy's eyes. Angel had watched disgusted as she reached across the table and held his hand, and he noticed her cleavage was out there like he'd never seen it before in public.

I live two buildings away and I know who’s the responsible person for this party. Angelo Parker, as soon as his name crosses my mind, he walks past me, wrapping his arms around my best friend’s shoulders, pulling them away from me. Jamie looks back over her shoulder and I wave her off, raising my full beer bottle as I offer her a shaky smile. Angelo Parker is the sexiest quarterback in the world.

Aurora had declared furiously over the phone. Something else to note is that Ryle Ashgroove absolutely disapproves of his children dating models of any kind, ever since Angels last high profile Victoria secret model girlfriend had leaked their sex tapes on Twitter, after pictures of Angel cheating on her with another Victoria secret model appeared in the tabloids. Aurora had been making plans, while in Italy, to come back to the States unannounced. So she can catch Angel and said model in the most compromising position. Take pictures and send it to her father.

He didn’t notice the breeze picking up, didn’t hear the screen door creak until she was already there. Angel stepped out barefoot, holding a tall glass of iced tea. She wore a short white sundress—thin cotton that fluttered against her thighs with every step. No bra. No panties. The fabric clung lightly where her skin was already damp from the heat. Wind caught the hem as she walked, lifting it just enough to flash the smooth curve of her ass and the shadowed space between her legs. She didn’t bother holding it down. She set the glass on the workbench with a soft clink. Leaned forward over the hood—elbows braced, back arched, ass pushed out toward him. The dress rode up high enough to bare e

Angelo was currently naked inside his room, his massive monster cock inside a pretty girl's pussy whilst sweat drips down his irresistible frame. Earlier that day, he was taking a stroll in the castle hallway half clothed, his top was bare showing his hot endowment, while he was wearing ash Joggers beneath, as his muscles were flexing as he walked, a girl and her friend were approaching from the front whispering to themselves how good and dreamy Fenrir was and how huge his thing was too. It turns out that Fenrir just ducked own of them till fainting yesterday and she was just waking up now, still weak to the knee, she managed to call her friend who was the other now, and the limping one is c

"Eat my ass out. I want you to suck everything from me that you just put into me. Then I want you to go over to May and feed it to her, with your mouth." I look at this angel. There is no way angels can be kinky, they are supposed to be the good in the world. Maybe kink is the good in the world. I don't realize how lost in thought I am until I feel her hand smacking me on the chest. "Do it, now." I nod. "Of course."