Novel & Cerita Aubrey Addison Nude

He throws me an annoyed look. “Who the fuck let you on the bus?” His gruff, woodsy voice has me picturing him dressed in plaid and swinging an ax. With that voice and sexy stubble covering his face, he would fit in an Old Spice commercial. “Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” “I…Um.” Silly me. I am unprepared for an encounter with Abel’s bandmates. I blink and he transforms from fully dressed to damn near naked. Crap! See what happens when my brain decides to take a coffee break? Little rivers of sweat roll down his bare chest. Tight jeans hang low on his hips, his feet bare of the boots he’d worn only seconds ago. Airbrushed. Those abs have to be airbrushed. The harder I try not to stare, the

I turn, and my breath catches in my throat. “Holy shit,” my wolf growls. Abby is descending the staircase, and she looks absolutely stunning. The dress she’s wearing hugs her figure gracefully, its color accentuating her eyes. Her hair falls in soft curls around her shoulders, and her makeup is just enough to bring out her natural beauty without being too much. In that moment, time seems to stand still. She’s the perfect picture of a Luna, but more importantly, she is Abby—the woman who has been the fixation of my desires for what feels like an eternity.

Tonight, though, with the apartment empty and the world outside buzzing indifferently, everything felt charged, like the air before a storm. 'Pass the remote, Nic,' Aubrey said, her voice lazy and teasing as she stretched, arching her back in a way that made her shirt ride up, exposing the smooth plane of her stomach. I tossed her my tablet from the nightstand, the one we'd propped up against a stack of books to watch whatever came next. N*****x had glitched out earlier, so we'd switched to browsing, giggling over viral videos and stupid memes. She tapped away, her fingers flying across the screen, and suddenly, the room filled with moans... low, throaty sounds that made my cheeks flush inst

There aren’t supposed to be any bags. “Who’s bag is that? I remember being very clear when I said-“ “That’s mine.” Aubrey’s voice came from behind and I let out a frustrated sigh as she came into view. But my breath knocked out of my chest when my eyes trailed over her body. She wasn’t in her usual maid clothes. No. She was in a literal weapon. She was wearing a short , very short black dress with spaghetti straps, her cleavage peeking just slightly but enough to make my wolf groan in need.

Abby's POV Marbel. My stomach twisted She was wearing a micro nude-colored gown that barely covered anything and long black leather boots that stopped just above her knees. Her legs were parted like she was posing for a movie poster or preparing for a fight. I could already sense drama coming. What did Hayden ever see in her? Maybe it was her extreme curves….or her confidence.

He asked me and I gestured that I needed water, well my words we're caught up in my throat. He wasn't putting on any shirt, just jogger, I told you in the beginning, I would have mistaken this man as a model, his biceps were showing off proudly, his toned arms and chest "See anything you like " I heard his voice say and a blush crept up my face immediately, I looked down and gulped down whatever it was that I had in my throat "I-um-uh" my brain couldn't seem to form any words, I heard his deep laughter and I looked up at him "Goodness, you are so flustered " The heat in my cheeks was definitely not going anywhere anytime soon "You can stop being so shy Aubrey and drink your water "Immediatel

I didn't want to tell her and I wasn't going to, Jack J makes her happy and I'm not gonna be the one to ruin it for her. After about 5 minutes of arguing and changing out fits we finally found the perfect thing to wear. I wore a lace crop top with blue jean shorts and a floral kimono (in pic) with white vans. I put on natural makeup and my hair was loosely curled. Aubrey wore gold sequence high waisted shorts with a black crop top (in pic). She curled her hair and went with more of a bold makeup look. She was really trying to get laid tonight and it was very obvious.

You still alive, slut? I groan, rolling onto my side, my muscles screaming in protest. My fingers tremble as I type back, the screen smudged with lube and god knows what else. Me: Barely. But I’m not done yet. Three dots appear instantly. Aubrey: Good. Because I’m outside. And I brought toys. My breath hitches. Aubrey doesn’t ask. She takes. And fuck, do I want to be taken right now.

"How long have you been thinking about this, Aubrey?" "Years," I admit. "Since I was eighteen." "Good girl for waiting until you were legal." He rewards me with another kiss, deeper this time. His fingers push under my shorts, finding the edge of my underwear. "Is this okay?" "Yes." I'm breathless. "God, yes." He tugs my shorts down my legs, tossing them aside. I'm left in my tank top and a pair of cotton underwear that's already embarrassingly wet. Four men are staring at my nearly naked body. Five, if you count Cole, who's still watching from his chair.

"So bothersome!" Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Emily fixed the messy pony she tied in between the crown and the nape before coming to the club. The dark shade of makeup and her dark lens hid the softness of her square face. Her strong jaw, above-average height, and tanned skin that caused the humid temperature in Brazil were a plus, and the muscle she gained from my ritual exercise, and having her apartment close to the beach, her swimming regularly helped to bring out the look of a young countryside man she wanted.