Ashley Parker Angel Nude Novels & Stories

Ashley's POV She just stood there looking at us. It's like she wants to say something to us but she just too conflicted with herself to even say anything. "A-angel" I say still shocked. It took me a minute to realise that Becca was still on the counter half naked. I picked up her things and she put it on within seconds. She was going to leave but I brought her here plus we both really horny right now and need a release. I stop her

I beg voice full of need a need to feel his hands, lips and cock. "What do you want muñeca" Ares huskily asks as he comes over to stand behind me on the desk. "You to touch me" I moan as Alex bottoms out deep inside me in one hard thrust. Alex start his stocks long and hard making me moan loader as I feel Ares pinch my nipples before taking them into his mouth and starts to suck on them. The door opens again and in walk and half naked Asher with his hair sticking out all over the place "Having fun with out me Angel" his voice is thick with lust and sleep as he walks over to us and clames my mouth with his in a heated kiss.

Levi reminds him, as they both turn towards me with hungry filled eyes. "Fuck, Angel." Salem moans at the sight of me touching myself. "Oh, she's far from an angel, can't you see?" Levi smirks. "You're right. She's much more breathtaking than one." Salem retorts making me blush. He moves back in between my legs, before looking deep into my eyes. "Are you ready, Angel?" he asks me softly, gently running his hands up and down my thighs. "Yes." I moan, more then ready.

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.

There was a fenced in yard area to the side where there was also a storage shed, and on the other side of the deck an outdoor showerhead that was enclosed on three sides. Angel went out to the deck and set her backpack on the patio table. Then she proceeded to peel off her blouse and shorts, revealing a scant, white bikini Roman had never seen her in before. It was the skimpiest swimsuit he'd ever seen his daughter in. The top tied on halter-style with a string, and the triangular strips didn't completely cover the pert spheres of her ripe, young tits. The bottom also tied with strings on each hip. The larger triangles covered the girl's ass and pussy mound, but just barely.

But later on, I’m lying on the sofa, thumbing through my phone for pictures of her, when I realise I don’t really have any. Jesse: Send me a picture, I’m missing your face and body already. One comes through instantly of some sock-covered feet, making me smirk. Jesse: Of your face, Angel. Another one comes through, this one of her breasts, and I groan. She’s in nothing but a tiny crop top, her breasts almost spilling from it, and her nipples are pebbled. I can see her chin and the smirk of her pink lips as well. Just then, I receive another one. It’s of her face with her blonde hair in a bun on top of her head. Those mischievous eyes call to me, and my cock is hardening, jerking, as I watch

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

Her head giving was so perfect that rendered me speechless and surprised. Gently brushed away the strands of hair that were obscuring her face. I took a long stare on her curvy face. “You’re beautiful, Angel.” I whispered. Wallowing in the best feeling I was getting from her lips. A feeling of dissatisfaction washed my face when she rose to her feet. She stripped herself naked, tossing her sexy underwear in the corners of my room. My gaze raking down her naked body. Her not-too big boobs and a protruded sexy ass. Fuck! I swear softly, marveling at how perfect the goddess made her.

"Such an actual sadistic b —." "I wouldn't complete that sentence if I were you, Sherlock." His head snapped back and his feet on their own accord marched to her, his words coming out in an angry growl. "Where the fuck have you been ?" Alex Parker stood at the door to the roof, one of her extremely big shirts on and cargo pants, except the difference now was, her shirt wasn't buttoned so he could see the tattoo in between her collarbones, the black bra that brought her breasts out and the bikini she was wearing peeked out of her pants.

Angel is the most popular hacker on the dark web in America. She sent me videos of how she spoilt that old witch's life which disturbed Mrs. Wix's life and her other kind neighbours. I smiled feeling happy about the way the videos hit billions of views and people were bashing her for the things she did to Mrs.Wix and her neighbors. I saw how she tried denying it in front of the public and they sent rocks and different items at her. After watching the videos and pictures Angel called me and I happily answered. "Thank you so much" I responded.