Courtney Force Nude Novels & Stories

I asked her. She narrowed her eyes at me and then looked at Henney. “We were asking you if you wanted to come with us to the garden. We wanted to get some fresh air because…” Bash nodded at the direction behind me. I looked and saw Kino Sloane with another woman in a nude body hugging dress. Her hair is curled and is free falling towards her waist. She has a pretty smile and a sexy body. She looks like she works out a lot. Kino’s hand is wrapped around her waist like he doesn’t want her to go any minute from now.

"Cool guy, huh? So, that's what you guys asked me when I just got home and took off those 10cm heels that have been aching my feet for a day?" "Then, what does that have to do with us? All we want to know is about that cool guy you met at that TV station!" Courtney emphasized. She really showed her arrogance and did not want to lose to Nina. While Jennifer just stood with a cornered look and handed all the questions she wanted to ask Courtney who was fiercer than her. "Hahaha...you two really annoying, huh? What's so scared if I outperform you guys in snaring the boys, is that so? Don't worry, I'm not interested in that!"

Hell, she’d sign the fucking thing and pay for the plane ticket. Courtney’s publicists of course tried to minimize the damage. They claimed the video was edited, taken out of context, and had all been a misunderstanding. To try and clean up her image, the heiress was doing a hell of a lot more charity work and donating to causes. She’d even done some interviews with her crocodile tears and sob story, turning herself into the victim. Typical Courtney fucking Van Tessin, never taking any accountability for her appalling actions. One day the bitch would get what she fucking deserved one way or another.

Warm hands travel to my neck and then to my shoulders, and I growl at the woman. "Look at you..." A giggle slips out through Courtney's lips. "You're such a sexy man, even when you haven't slept or eaten food." Courtney is feeling me up, giggling to herself when she touches my nipple with the painted claw she calls a nail. She seems intensely interested in my body, while I wish I weren't under her mate's influence so I could punch her face. "I'm sure my mate wouldn't mind if I slept with you..." Courtney murmurs.

Kourtney didn’t come off as someone who would do anything to hurt me but several things have been pointing to her and I couldn’t wrap my head around it. “Thank you, damian” she said. “You are welcome” I replied, while turningto the bed and I saw her clothes on it—down to her lingerie. “Sorry, can I get dressed here?” “Sure” I answered as I plopped down on the bed but as I raised my head—my jaw dropped. Kourtney was standing naked in front of me. “What are you doing?” I asked with a raised brow. She had no right to be naked in front of me, we didn’t share that kind of a relationship.

When I turned them down, they went as far as to abduct me. So, to say they wouldn't force me into anything was a complete joke. However, the public had no idea what I had gone through in my past life. To them, the Smiths might have overstepped, but my actions looked far worse. I was slammed onto the trending lists, and every one of my social media accounts was flooded with vile insults and curses. … To milk public sympathy, Courtney even created an account to livestream a countdown to her death. In the videos, she lay in a hospital bed. She was frail and pale, the very picture of fragility.

I look over to Courtney, and she is leaning forward, mesmerized. I continue: "Her fingers work her pussy to the brink, and I clamp down on her poor nipple. She locks up, holding her breath, and then she lets go. I feel the deep throbbing in her ass while tortured wails tear from her throat. Even her nipple pulses in my fingers. So good." "She finally collapses into herself, and I release the pressure on her nipple and gently caress her hanging breast. She slinks under me, releasing all the pockets of tension in her body."

Courtney was wearing a maeve colored knee length dress that hugged her features, she was sure Alex wouldn't be able to take his eyes off of Courtney the whole night. Courntey makes her sit down infront of the vanity, asking her to close her eyes and not to open it untill she says so, well more like threatened her to. After a few minutes of poking and prodding at her face and hair, she says that it's done. Opening her eyes, she was stunned at the person who stares back at her. Her long brunette hair is in curls, perfectly framing her face. Courtney had done a smoky eye on her with some nude lipstick to complete the look, and lastly some nude heels, about which she complained to Courtney about

"What if someone comes?" Caroline laughed. "Who? Our friends are away. Mom's at work." She shrugged. "Take a chance, bro." She fixed him with a look. "You want to see me naked? Fine, but I have to see you naked, too. A special offer which might never be repeated, to celebrate National Nude Day." Carl stared at her. "Okay," he said slowly. "It's a deal." "Great," said Caroline, throwing the newspaper down and springing lithely to her feet. She opened her robe to reveal her bikini. "I'll go and dump this in my room. See you in the pool." She grinned. "Don't forget to move the van!"

Kourtney answered, and the room was quickly filled with her friend’s infectious energy. “KOURTNEY ALLEN-WOODS, YOU ICON!” Lilian screamed. “Do you even REALIZE what’s happening? You’re, like, Melbourne’s Beyoncé now!” Kourtney giggled, curling her legs under her. “Lilian, chill! I’m still me, okay? Just… with four million people stalking my I***a.” “FOUR MILLION!” Lilian shrieked. “Girl, I’m framing your profile. You’re a whole movement now. Kourt Nation? Amazing!”