Chase Hudson Nudes Novels & Stories

But no one else could hear him anymore. I started breathing heavily as I felt myself getting closer towards my ecstasy. I kept fucking him roughly while biting his skinny body. He was begging me to stop. But I didn't stop. I growled loudly as I unloaded my warm seed inside his tiny hole. I pulled myself out of him. I was not surprised at all when I found him unconscious by the time I was done. His whole body had bruises and hickeys. I painted his body with my brutality. Smiling at my artwork, I walked towards the hoze that was behind my camp. I took a quick bath then changed my clothes. When I stepped into my camp, the female prostitute was trying to check on Hudson. I growled in anger as I

Suddenly, Jason’s voice echoed in the live stream room. Both Jason and Alex stood protectively in front of Kimberly, while my grandmother and Mr. Williams glared at me with disdain. They had actually tracked me down to the live broadcast location. Alex fumed with anger, he stepped forward and punched John. He ordered him to turn off the screen. Seeing the fear in John’s eyes, I gave a subtle nod, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He then shut down the screen and scrambled to flee the live stream.

Her hair cascaded down her back, rich and luscious, with hints of chestnut and honey. Elisa’s heart swelled with gratitude for this moment of peace, surrounded by the gentle ministrations of her maids.

His side profile was to the door; Noah could not see the top part of his face because his hair obscured it, but his mouth, parted and panting, the sight sent a shiver down Noah’s body, keeping him rooted to the spot. His eye travelled lower. The chiseled muscle, tight abs, his glutes, and then… Noah swallowed. Chase was huge down there. Clean-shaven and huge, Noah found himself imagining scenarios he knew would never happen. This would possibly be the closest he could ever get to Chase being this vulnerable and his own hands wandered down, grabbing his dick jumping in his pants. "Fuck…" he muttered.

The room echoed with my uninhibited screams of ecstasy as I found myself cresting that blinding steep with brutal intensity. Suddenly he pulled away and I used the opportunity to swiftly shift him to lay flat on the bed, a mischievous gleam in my eyes as he stared at me intently while I climbed on top of him, spreading my legs wide to give him an open view of how wet I was pulsating for his cock. Wasting no time I took a hold of his shaft, slowly pumping my hands around it, a low groan escapes my mate’s lips as he gripped my breast within his warm palms molding them to his liking.

I replied. “Even what happened to him before? When he was imprisoned?” he asked, and that completely shocked me. What does he mean? Imprisoned? Zach was imprisoned?? So it’s true—that issue about him in the past few weeks? That he was charged with rape?

He took his glass of water and drank it down. This is going to be interesting. I continued trailing my fingers to my breast and played with my nipple making it hard, then took it to the other side, and did the same thing making it hard. "Do you want this to be a full-body or half-body sketch?" I teased him. "Full body Nikki, and I want you naked, not a single thread on your beautiful body." He grunted, his voice deep and full of lust.

"We don't know what truly happened. It must be an accident." A few days ago, I still have no news of Luxious' condition. The Villareals found out what frankly happened through the CCTV. They witnessed how Linda and Jenna ordered me to go to Luxious' room. I run away, and Luxious chased me to the stairs. That's all the CCTV witnessed. They didn’t know how I accidentally pulled Luxious. The couple thought it was an accident why he fell — because they knew he had done something outrageous again, especially since the paint in his room was the indication that he had done something to me so I ran and he followed me towards the stairs. They thought that Luxious accidentally slipped because of the r

Something really big was going on. My thoughts came to a halt when my gaze went to the pool. With my breath hitching at my throat, my lips parted at the marvelous sight. Adrian Larsen was standing right before me inside the pool, shirtless and all wet. The way his broad shoulders tensed with his every move, the way droplets of water rolled down from his sculpted chest to his fine abs, his tanned skin glistened with the water, I could feel a ball of fire spreading across my lower region.

(Jeffrey) I tap the right arrow key on my keyboard and the image on the monitor shifts to the next high-resolution file. I zoom in on Chase Warren’s hand. It’s splayed wide and heavy across Natasha’s lower back. The midnight blue silk of her dress looks thin enough to tear. My jaw locks. Chase is looking at the camera, completely ignoring the goddess in his arms. He’s treating her like a corporate asset, the way he always has. Like a shiny hood ornament he brought out to distract his board of directors.