Cassandra Fox Nude Novels & Stories

Only Titus could, so I shrugged and went ahead with the cake in my hand. The loud banging and the sounds of moaning got louder as I got closer but I refused to assume so I took the keys out and unlocked the door to the worst image I'd ever seen. On our bed, my pink duvet was Titus and my step-sister Raina stark naked. The moans were from Raina while the groans were from Titus. My legs wobbled and the cake in my hand fell to the floor unapologetically, it's loud sound doing nothing to bring me out of the trance I'd fallen into.

The moans climbed higher, more frantic, and more desperate in a way I'd never once heard from a man who looked like he was always at war with the whole world. I pushed the door. The room was nearly dark with just one lamp throwing amber across half of him, and the half I could see undid me where I stood. Jeremy Kellason. He sat on his couch like a sin no one had taught me to be ashamed of. Completely naked. His head was tipped back against the cushion, the long line of his throat working as his fist moved over his thick, flushed cock leaking at the tip, in hard, furious strokes that were almost punishing, like he was angry at himself.

With his broad hands he unhooked her bra and threw it on the floor. Lisa bit her lips which was luscious to eyes. A small moan escaped from her brown lips when Damien bit hard on her nipples. "Ahhh...!!!" Celestine screamed and stood up covering her eyes. It was same as watching porn movie. "Fuck!!!" Damien cursed and left Lisa who was breathing heavily. "We can continue. Den is there to help her." Lisa said unhappily. "I am not in mood." Damien left fuming Lisa naked on bed. "Fuck you Celestine" she cursed her.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

Cassandra rubbed and pointed between her legs, "down there." "You don't want me, do you? I tell you a secret, I'm still a virgin, I never date or do lust things with a man. So you're so lucky if fuck me right now, Mr. Williams." Cassandra took her shirt off and tossed it aside. She pushed him so he'd forced to sit on the bed. Eric tried to hurry all his desires underneath as she looked at the woman with the body of a goddess. There she was, standing half naked, and he could do nothing about it. She was drunk out of her mind. How tragic.

She could still feel the remnants of his bites and marks of possession burning on her skin, especially around her neck and chest. This shouldn’t have happened… again. But before she could sink deeper into her regret, a deep, husky voice filled the room. "Don't pretend to be shy now, my little Fox." Cassandra froze under the covers. Shit. He was already awake. Peeking from beneath the blanket, she found Antonio standing near the large window, wearing only a pair of loose sleep pants that hung dangerously low on his hips. The morning light cast a golden glow over his skin, highlighting the sculpted muscles of his back and chest.