Chloe Ferry Nude Novels & Stories

“Sixty Vestry Street. Penthouse B. Chloe texted me the code this afternoon: 0824# She ended the message with a single peach emoji and a devil. The drive takes seven minutes. I spend all seven staring at the photo Serena sent me an hour ago (her in the pale-blue satin slip I told her to wear, lying on our bed, hair spread on the pillow like spilled ink). She thinks I’m still in Connecticut. She thinks I’ll walk in around midnight, untie those little bows with my teeth, and reward her for being obedient. She has no idea I’m already hard for someone else tonight. The elevator opens directly into Chloe’s apartment. All the lights are off except the under-cabinet glow in the kitchen and the city

The roaring chants from the stands grew intensely fierce, shaking the entire stadium infrastructure with a deafening resonance. Chloe stepped out from the driver's side of her supercar, casually lifting the heavy helmet away from her face. A cascade of long, beautiful black hair immediately spilled down over her shoulders, flying elegantly in the wind. Her radiant, independent beauty shone so brightly under the open sky that it left the surrounding spectators completely breathless. The single word "Goddess" flooded the digital chat streams in an infinite scroll. Sitting in the pit lanes, Lulu couldn't hold back her excitement. She pulled out her phone, snapped a breathtaking photograph of Ch

She vowed to stay out of the way as much as possible. With Liam in her life now she was starting to understand what it meant to have someone passionately, to have the drive to be with them and she didn't want to be in the way of Kyle finding the right guy. Chloe stepped out of the bathroom. Her hair was parted straight down the middle, and she had straightened it, so it fell in a perfect aqua sheet just above her shoulders. She was wearing a sleeveless one-shoulder knee-length crepe dress with a leather-paneled bodice. She wore her black Louboutin heels that were meant to pair with whatever she had left out and walked out to Kyle who had been patiently waiting. He swallowed but other than th

"N-No! Of- Of course not!!" "Then strip already, Stutter," I teased with a giggle. Carefully, I dropped myself off the bridge and the water felt like a thousand needles poking all my senses. "Oh god, Klo! It's f*cking freezing!" I screamed out loud and turned to glare at her. Khloe was in the middle of pushing her pants down and I deeply swallowed at her tan legs, especially her top body clothed with Reebok white sports bra. Holy shit! Why she didn't inform me of this?! She had a freaking six packs!!

Sade I shook my head. “No way. You go.” “All right,” she said with a giggle before plugging her nose and jumping overboard. Her head popped up through the surface and she smiled. “Come on. How many times are you going to get the chance to go swimming off a yacht in Lake Tahoe?” Khloe pulled off her sunglasses and dropped them on a lounge chair. “I’m coming.” “I’ll be here, ready to toss in the floatie to save you,” I told her.

Beneath them sat a small, dust covered wooden frame. I reached out with a trembling hand and picked it up. It was a photograph from the end of eighth grade. Chloe and I were standing in front of the local ice cream parlor, our arms wrapped tightly around each other's shoulders, our faces smeared with chocolate. We were laughing so hard our eyes were squinted shut. It was before the high school social ladder had ruined everything, before she became the queen bee and I became the ghost she ignored.

“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.

I have a moment of panic that I didn’t send the photo to Sam and whoever got the image is replying with a giant WTF. But it is Sam, thank goodness. This is why I've never sent sexy photos to anyone before. It’s too damn stressful. Sam: You are so fucking beautiful, Chloe. Hot damn. Setting the phone back on the side of the pool, I look around and make sure no one is peeking through the slats in my fence. I slide off my floaty, sinking underwater just enough to get my hair wet. I take off my top and use my wet hair to cover my nipples. Then I take another photo and send it to Sam.

Our mate. Chloe didn’t look like your typical Luna, which made my desire for her grow even more. Her appearance was flawless, but she had an exotic air to her. Her thick, full hair and dark stunning eyes, were the first features about her that drew you in. Her small frame was sensually curvy. Her tight-fitting leggings and shirt accentuated how sultry her body really was. She was one of those women that were just sexy without trying to be. “I’d sniff her butt,” Ivar hummed like a sicko. “Let me at her.”

**Chapter 93: Summer Heat** The summer sun blazed over Eldridge City, turning the skyline into a shimmering mirage. Chloe stood in the private infinity pool at the estate, water cascading over her generous curves as she floated lazily. Her one-piece swimsuit — custom-designed in deep crimson — hugged her heavy breasts and soft belly while accentuating the wide flare of her hips and thick thighs. She felt powerful, desired, and completely in control. The Paris launch had been a resounding success, but the ripples from Damien Cross’s growing boldness continued to spread.