Caitlin Reilly Nude Novels & Stories

And I stood for a moment, getting my bearings, listening as the eddies of air from my manifestation died away. I looked around, and felt profound sympathy as I noted the peeling wallpaper and cheap curtains. The room's only notable features were a desk, and a bookshelf, a plate complete with half-eaten slice of stale toast, a laptop computer (still on, still displaying a photo of Caitlyn and Rhiannon at some younger, not-quite-adult age)... And her. Caitlyn was lying, mostly nude but for a pair of shorts, half on and half off her bed.

He fired it up and he was off. It was seven o’clock. Caitlin got into the shower. Mainly because she didn’t want to go back out and there was nothing else to do. As she began to wet herself, her mind’s eye flashed to A.J. - his dark hair, sexy eyes, and muscled arms. She had a good view of them today because he was wearing a tank top. He was pretty muscular in the arms but not bulging muscles. She licked her lips as she grabbed the hotel bar soap. Caitlin began to wonder what it would be like to watch him take a shower. The water wetting his hair and beading on his taut muscled body. His member erect and bobbing about. The thought made her pink nipples tingle.

There was no talk about jumping my bones or going to a hotel or any of the other one hundred things that were certain to get me killed by her dad. Of course now that the bull was out of the pen there was no putting him back and being this close to her with that door open was playing hell with my libido. Now that I'd talked her back into being the Caitlin we all know and love, my body was doing its ultimate best to betray me.

She smiled at me. "And what did you tell me you wanted to do, sweetie?" Kat asked her. "I want to do a line off John's dick," she said. "You okay with that, babe?" Kat asked. "I never say no to a beautiful woman," I answered. Caitlyn was stunning. Tall, skinny, a whisper of blonde pubic hair. Prominent nipples. A very tight ass and virtually no hint of tan lines. Kat told Caitlyn to stroke me while she got the cocaine ready. She complied, letting her hand confidently jack my cock while she moved in to kiss me.

The table seemed to quiet down, as they all stopped and looked. There, standing at the head of it, looking down on them, was one of the most beautiful women Caitlin had ever seen. She was tall and blonde, well proportioned, with glowing green eyes, and wearing an outfit that was nearly skintight, surprisingly revealing for this time and place. She was dressed in all black, and Caitlin could immediately sense that she was one of hers: a vampire. Caitlin looked at Caleb, gauging his expression. She could tell that he was shocked, and saw how flustered he became, and Caitlin began to worry. She could sense that something had happened between these two.

Sighing heavily, she went upstairs with an ice pack, only to find Caitlin lying partially naked on the bed while Hansen was in th throom showering. Caitlin, leaning against the headboard with a smirk, said, "Get out! Don't disturb me and Alpha. He really likes my figure." Catherine was stunned by their blatant behavior. She was still in the estate, and yet they were already so eager to be intimate! Leora fumed silently, her anger boiling over.

Claire replied. Betty removed her jeans and underwear and sat on the edge of the toilet for Claire to get a good view.

Privates! Remove your clothes immediately!” Jackson and Williams simultaneously removed their tight white tee shirts, revealing glistening bodies, as Kaitlyn raised her head slightly from the bed in order to gain a better view. Jackson’s body was slightly more tanned than Williams’ but apart from that they were in equally remarkable shape. Both sported impressively defined abs and chests perfectly sculpted by a perfect line which divided their glorious pecs. Kaitlyn raised the back of her wrist to her forehead as she wiped a bead of sweat away, feeling the room grow warmer by the second. It was obvious she was not the only one feeling this was as she licked her lips as drops of sweat rolled

Without saying a word they undressed each other “Vi—“ Shhh," Vi murmured, her voice a low rumble that sent shivers down Caitlyn's spine. Her fingers traced lazy patterns over Caitlyn's bare skin, igniting sparks wherever they touched. Caitlyn lay back on the table, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat building between them. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across their bodies as they shed the last of their clothes, revealing curves and secrets they'd only hinted at before.

He had never felt anything so incredible, and he knew he wouldn't last long if she kept this up. "Stop," he panted, pulling her off of him. "I don't want to come like this. I want to be inside you." Caitlin stood up, a wicked gleam in her eye. She turned around and bent over the desk, hiking up her skirt to reveal her lace panties. "Then take me," she said, looking back at him over her shoulder. "Fuck me hard, Finn. Make me scream your name." Finn didn't need to be told twice. He stepped forward, pulling her panties aside and plunging into her wetness with one swift thrust. Caitlin cried out, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk as he began to move.