Chloe Bounds Nude Novels & Stories

But his presence, the way he spoke—it was as though he knew something I didn’t. Maybe I was overthinking things. Maybe I was letting my imagination get the best of me. Yet, the gnawing unease from last night still clung to me, and no matter how much I tried to push it away, it kept coming back. “Lena!” I jumped at the sound of my name, nearly spilling my coffee. Sophie, my best friend since high school, was waving at me from across the street, a bright smile plastered on her face as usual. Her blonde hair bounced as she jogged over, all sunshine and energy.

Champagne flutes clinked in the golden light of the chandeliers, perfume and alcohol and the unmistakable smell of power in the air. This was not a regular birthday party. It was a show of influence. Like I belonged there foram a big fat liar. Layla by contrast entered like she owned the goddamn building. The dress clung to her curves in a manner that made every male take a second ogle, her self-assured smirk daring them to ogle longer. “I swear to God,” she whispered dramatically, slipping her arm around mine. “If one more dude undresses me with his eyes, I’m gonna start charging them cover.”

RAYNE I stood under the shower, eyes closed, feeling the delicious ache between my thighs. Every time I moved, I was reminded of Reid’s fingers. Every move I made reminded me of the way he claimed me against that wall while Leilani and Aaron were a couple of yards away, eating chocolate. It was reckless. It was dangerous. It was exactly what we were. A mess. Reid made me come until my knees gave out, his mouth muffling my moans. I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body. I stepped into my bedroom, making my way into my walk-in closet.

While Serena is at home waiting for him in whatever tiny piece of lace he told her to wear tonight. I lean my forearms on the cold metal railing and watch. I’m too far to hear words, but I don’t need sound. I’ve seen this movie before. Liam shrugs off his suit jacket, lets it drop on the floor like the marble owes him something. Chloe is already on her knees in the middle of the rug, naked except for some thin gold chain around her waist and heels that look like weapons. Her head is down. Hands open on her thighs. Waiting.

She moved like a predator closing in on wounded prey. "Hey guys, I’m back with Athena Cole!" Chloe announced to her livestream, her voice pitched at an aggressive, upbeat register. "So, Athena, the cheating rumors were totally dropped this morning. Care to give us an exclusive on how it feels to get cleared by the board, or are you still giving very much guilty vibes?" I stepped left to bypass her, but the camera followed my movement with predatory speed. Chloe blocked my path again, her expression hungry for a reaction, her thumb hovering over the ‘share’ button.

Chapter One Chloe’s POV "Arrgggg...fuck." He pounded faster and harder, my hands were clenched to the sheets as he kept on penetrating. "I think I'm going to come." I uttered, rolling my eye ball in due to the pleasure I was getting. Having sex with a stranger wasn't something that was on my wish list. Was I going to regret having sex with him? Hell yeah! I was supposed to carry out the mission which my father had sent me to to, but I couldn't resist the mate bond.

Since three buttons were already unbuttoned It didn’t take long for him to undo the rest. Taking her shirt off, he couldn’t help but admire her body. He tried not to look but he couldn’t resist either. She was so beautiful; she only had her panties on as she doesn’t like wearing a bra to bed. However, her breast was perfect, firm, round and with the perfect size, her nipples pink and erect, silently begging for them to be sucked by him. It took him a lot but he managed to overcome the temptation of things he could do to her and also this was not the time for that as Annie was pretty unwell.

Her body was shaking, and the heat radiating from between her legs was unmistakable. "They hurt. They are so hot and sensitive. Ever since the booth, they've been throbbing." "Show me," I commanded simply. Chloe hesitated for a single second before her hands gripped the bottom of her sweater. She pulled it completely over her head and threw it onto the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Her massive, heavy breasts spilled out into the dim light of the living room, completely bare and gorgeous. Her dark pink nipples were swollen and wet from where I had bitten them earlier, standing straight up like tight little berries.

“Elena. The pool awaits or is the view from the sidelines… satisfying enough?” It was a challenge she couldn’t refuse. Pride and a furious, undeniable curiosity warred within her. With stiff, jerky movements, she stood. She didn’t strip gracefully. She tore her blouse open, buttons flying, and shoved her trousers and underwear down her legs. Her nudity was not an offering, but a defiance. She stepped into the oil, its warmth a shocking contrast to her icy demeanor. She stood apart, watching the trio: Julion fucking Chloe with deep, possessive strokes, Alistair’s head thrown back as Chloe serviced him.

“Okay, just give me a buzz whenever you’re around…” Chloe clicked off the phone and put it down on the desk. She leaned back in the chair and spread her legs a little more, holding my head in place with both hands now. Then there was a bright light and I looked up to see that she took another photo of me down on my knees, dressed in her clothes, eating her out. I was feeling pretty shitty at this point. ‘How was I to get out of this?’ She gave a brief moan before finally pushing my head back and standing up.