Carmen Amara Nude Novels & Stories

He loves it as well as he loves him as a whole. He climbed off to bed in his nakedness. His phone rang at the exact moment. "Czar," he mentioned his name as soon as he answered it. "Czar? It's me…" Czar's jaw dropped at the person's urgent call. He immediately took a quick bath and headed to his boss's room. VANLUKE is busy showering the just awoken Ara. He can't stop himself from tasting her skin with his lips. "I'll mark you all over, my Lady."

He took her to the bathroom, she was surprised to see that the bath was already prepared and that there was a bathrobe, face towel, clothes and undergarments at the bench too. She was embarrassed again at the thought that Amaro knows what she is wearing underneath her clothes. But she can't do anything, she can't win him over as he is more stubborn than her. He placed her at the bench near the bathtub and left. Kashmir enjoyed the relaxing bath. She got up from the tub and put the robe on and applied moisturizer on her skin while singing. Suddenly the door opened, she was startled to see Amaro, but she quickly recovered and she covered her thigh that was exposed.

Manfred Valderrama POV “Today must have been tough for you.” I pull back the covers when Amara starts walking toward the bed. She’s wearing just her panties and seeing that tiny bump of hers sticking over the waistline of them has my cock steel, fucking, hard. “It was awful.”

“Bullshit.” I chuckled. “I thought you’d say that. That’s why I have a little… teaser for you.” Before he could say another word, I sent him one of the tamer images. A shot of Marco, half-dressed, eyes dazed, his entire posture screaming scandal. I waited. Five seconds. Ten. Then— “Holy fuck.” I smiled. There it was. “You’re serious?” Amara sounded breathless, his usual composure cracking. “Dead serious.”

A figure approaches. Tall, muscular, sharp-eyed. You can tell that here, she's the leader. Her arms are tattooed with black serpents, her eyes shine with a gleam of defiance. — So, you're the famous Cassandra. Her voice is low, gravelly. — Depends on who's asking. She smiles, revealing a gold tooth. — Here, they call me Rina. If you want to survive, you go through me. I tilt my head slightly. — Survive? I didn't come here to survive.

When she broke away, spit strung between their mouths. "Uncuff one hand," Amara told Lena. Lena pulled off with a wet pop, stood, and wiped her chin. Amara spun Jax around so his back hit the hood, recuffed the free wrist behind him again. Now he was pinned facing up, cock jutting, chest heaving. Lena climbed onto the hood, straddling his hips but not sinking down yet. She peeled her shirt open, buttons popping loose, black bra shoved up. Small tits, nipples dark and tight. She ground against his length, slick heat soaking through her uniform pants.

And there she is. Amara is crouched on top of the massive armoire across the room, her body balanced with unnatural precision along the carved wood like some predatory creature that has claimed the highest point in the space. The morning light filters in through the tall windows behind her, casting her in a pale glow that should make her look almost ethereal, but there is nothing soft about the way she watches me. Her eyes burn. Crimson. Not just red, but layered, streaked through with flickers of molten gold that catch the light in a way that feels alive, shifting, something deeper than either species should hold on its own.

"My parents didn't raise me just to insult you." I looked at their behavior mama and saw they were busy. So maybe he didn't notice that something strange was happening here. But instead of letting go of me, Mang Albert tightened his grip. He held me so tight that I think it will leave my skin a bruise. "I don't want to make a scene right here in our karenderia. So let me go if you don't want to call me mama." "Don't get too close, Amara. You're a virgin and you're so beautiful. Maybe, it's delicious to feel like tasting a fresh beauty--"

"Is that an invitation to find out, precious?" Laving one of his nipples with the flat of her tongue, Amara unbuckled his belt, pulled his zipper carefully over his enormous erection, and let his trousers fall to pool around his bare feet. His briefs followed, which he promptly kicked aside, leaving him completely naked while she remained fully dressed. "Consider it an invitation, my darling. Consider it a dare, a challenge." Amara knelt in front of him, her palms sliding down his hair-roughened thighs as she went.

Amara was standing in front of the couch, holding the hem of her shirt as she slowly pulled it over her head and tossed it aside. I swallowed the invisible lump in my throat as my eyes wandered over her sexy, naked body. I saw her without clothes when she shifted for the first time, but her body today was too far from the one I saw almost two years ago. Amara’s body was perfect, and I wondered how it would feel to run my hands over her.