Beth Eleanor Naked Novels & Stories

I was wearing hot pink underwear, and just above it was the scar from my recent surgery. My eyes snapped back to his as he leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on the scar. “You’re beautiful, Camilla,” he murmured against my skin, making my eyes flutter closed. “Ahhh,” I moaned as his tongue trailed down to my clothed pussy. I looked down, seeing his hair sticking to his forehead as he continued to pleasure me. His fingers hooked around my panties, pulling them down, leaving me fully bare before his gaze. My back arched off the bed, and my legs tightened around his head when his tongue met my naked clit. Seth pulled my legs apart, and I closed my eyes, trying to hold back the pleasure threaten

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

Not only journalists but heiress of other families also pulled out their phones to capture a slight glimpse of cold and alluring beauty. His cold gaze swept across all the journalist and guest, forcing them to retreat backwards. To their surprise he held out his hand and a small slender hand was elegantly put on his large palm. Golden heels landed on floor and pale legs were visible to everyone. They all look earnestly to be the first to glimpse at the lady who managed to appear with Damien Romano. With an elegant smile, Athena made her way out of car and intimately wrapped her hands around Damien's arm. She wore a emerald green below knee length off shoulder gown. Rownd diamond earrings dan

The gown was a cone gown with off-shoulder sleeves which highlighted the teardrop diamond pendant that I got from my mother. So maybe, I kind of get why Mr. Sterling Vanderbilt was a bit surprised by my changeover. I must have looked like a completely different person from the lady he saw in her small living room last night or the klutz he'd met at the art exhibition. But that still didn't stop my cheek from growing flush with heat. I could tell I was all shades of red. Tell me, who wouldn't, when a handsome Billionaire looked amazed by your appearance? I also took my time to check him out.

Ana, being curious and suddenly tense, stepped closer, and that was when she saw him, Fred Lancaster. Dressed in a tailored navy-blue suit, he stood in the middle of a media circle, his arm wrapped tightly around a tall, elegant woman with striking cheekbones and a diamond ring the size of Ana’s thumb. "This is Natasha Doglas" Fred announced proudly, his voice echoing through the lobby, "my fiancée." The cameras flashed again. Ana’s breath caught in her throat. Her nails dug into her palms. The feeling of shame gave her a ghostbum, she wanted the ground to open for her to slip in.

Bethany sneered once more. Something snapped inside Elias. The humiliation and everything else made anger rise within her, and she pulled up back to her feet and faced the girls, ignoring the sting on her knees, "At least I have a wild imagination," Her voice was sharp, "What do you have, Bethany? A burrowed personality and a full-time job trying to decide who to date between Kaelen and Alex? Or is it trying to cover up that ugly face underneath layers and layers of make-up?"

NOAH’S POV Lila’s eyes were wide, coffee mug forgotten in her hand as she stared at me across the tiny kitchen table. The apartment smelled like burnt toast and her vanilla candle, but the air felt thick, suffocating. She’d seen me. Not just leaving the club performing. On the pole. Half-naked. And then walking out with a man who looked like he could buy the whole damn building. “You followed me?” My voice cracked. I sank into the chair, ass still tender from Elliott’s

Elena Beaumont was the perfect picture of grace and control. She was tall and carried herself with calm confidence. She had sharp cheekbones and smooth, golden-tanned skin—the kind of woman who didn’t need to try hard to command attention. But under all the confidence, the diamonds, and the designer clothes was a woman who had been craving something real. Something wild and raw. And now, after months of holding back, she had finally let go with him— Nolan.

He dimmed the lights. “Take off your blouse,” he said. Elowen unbuttoned it slowly. The fabric whispered as it fell. Her bra was simple black lace. Thaddeus watched with hungry eyes. “All of it.” She removed her skirt next. Then her bra and panties. She stood naked in front of him. Cool air raised goosebumps on her skin. Her nipples tightened. Thaddeus walked around her. His hand trailed down her back. “Beautiful.” He cupped her ass. His fingers dug in lightly. Then he turned her to face him.

"What are you doing, going from bar to bar?" Grayson agreed with her choice of clothes, which was a dress that was too tight and six-inch heels. Of course, there was also the problem of her face. Not a kind old lady wrinkle in sight. Or a gray hair. It made soft black waves as it fell down her back. She looked exactly like a witch. Not. Okay. She smiled. "Grayson, you're old enough to know how things work." "No, I'm not at all." He gave a head shake. "Can I have Westwood back, please? You're Eleanor. I don't like it."