Beatrice Rosen Nude Novels & Stories

"Now, show me how much you value your roof." Beatrice stood over him, her hands going to the buttons of her blazer. She stripped it off, revealing a black silk camisole that barely contained her heavy, high tits. She reached for the zipper of her skirt, letting the charcoal fabric pool around her ankles. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, the pink lips already glistening with a faint, inviting sheen. "The clock is ticking, Bram," she hissed, her hand finding his hair and pulling his head toward her crotch. "Start fast and don’t bore me."

Rose’s POV: So, now that work he wants to do from me. I am tired just by washing utensils and wants to go home to where I spend y whole life but this tire of work makes me to just lay down on sofa and I want to relax my body but he again came and give me another work to do. Truthly, I never want to do any other work because I also not have so much strength to do any other and it makes me more anger. And this time I want that he should eat me instead of doing all that work from me. This time I have to wash his clothes and finally after an hour I complete this work also and now it’s evening, the sun looks so beautiful from the terrace of mansion, at one side sun is sat and on the other side th

"If I'm not mistaken, you are Mr. Houston's secretary, right?" Helena understood why the question came from Mr. Graham. Even though they had worked together all day, Beatrice's appearance looked much different from before. Tonight, she was wearing a sleeveless knee-length dress with her hair down and makeup sticking to her face. Did Beatrice look pretty? Helena preferred to use the word 'different' rather than beautiful because Beatrice's appearance was considered normal for her. Beatrice was only good at highlighting what was in her to the fullest. She wanted to boast about herself, but according to her, she was still much prettier than Beatrice.

Vladimir raised his brow at her. "It's different." Rose said in a small voice. "How come?" Vladimir asked. Rose licked her lips. "You haven't saw me fully naked till now." She said. "Let's change it then." Zachariah said and removed her hold from the towel. Rose let him do it. Her naked body came in their view and their eyes darkened. Rose was embarrassed to be all bare in front of them.

I commented with a dry laugh. Beatrice hit me lightly on the head with the dishcloth she had on her shoulder. That night she was wearing the usual flashy makeup, with golden and red shadow above a thick eyeliner, whose extremely long false eyelashes almost fully covered her efforts to make the shadow stand out. The outfit was a bright and very thin-looking dress of red color, whose neckline fell into a deep slit, giving prominence to her small breasts. The high heels echoed against the wooden floor, as she beat them back and forth in order to finish the preparations for our supper.

The silk dress she wore clung to her curves and was tied loosely at the waist, hinting at the perfect body beneath. She described herself as a living masterpiece. She dragged her fingers over her collarbone, then down the delicate dip of her throat. Rios used to worship her there, his lips branding her skin, his voice rough with possession. And yet, he still had the nerve to walk away. Her gaze darkened, the memory of his rejection still a slow, burning wound beneath her perfect exterior. But Beatrice was not a woman who wept over lost lovers. No—she was a woman who reclaimed them. Rios thought he had escaped her grasp. Well, he was wrong. She leaned closer to the mirror, her fingers tracing

I knew that he would have had his reasons. Beatrice was the sexiest fucking thing that ever walked this planet. She stood about 5’10 with a slim waist and a well-endowed chest. She had beautiful chestnut hair that always had a styled messy look to it. She was even sexier unclothed after the auction as well as last night.

“I can't do this and I am sorry for making you horny but you started it first. Go and use the bathroom, Beatrice. Masturbate and put it all out! I'm done here!” I tried once more but still, I faced resistance. I watched as Beatrice removed her panties totally and threw it away. She turned her back to me and began to shake her ass. She was literally clapping with her ass! My penis twitched. It was coming alive once again. Oh my goodness! Am I falling for Beatrice or not?

When I said yes, the light pierced through the stained glass and struck me full in the face. I closed my eyes. And I saw again—for a second—another altar, another dress, another man. Then everything disappeared. The music resumed. Adrian took my hand. Since then, I am called Madame Delmore. I sign that name without trembling. But every time I write the letters, I feel as if I'm betraying someone I don't yet know. ADRIAN She is beautiful in the evening light. Seated near the window, her hand on her rounded belly, she seems made for this house.

I raised an eyebrow, and Beatrice nodded. “Yeah… I'm sorry,” she apologized. “That day I was crying, I went out with my friends after classes after we aced our test and I had a lot to drink and I….” Beatrice trailed. “You what?” I asked, eager to know what she did. Beatrice rubbed her thighs together nervously and sighed. “I ended up having sex with Ryan,” My jaw literally dropped. What in the actual hell? “You what?!” I asked, and she covered her face with her palm.