Delilah Rage Nude Novels & Stories

She panted heavily as her naked breasts moved up and down with her hardened nipples. The alpha lifted her thigh once again as he spread her legs only to see her wet pink pissy which seemed no less than the fresh morning dew over the rose petals. "Wet, scent, absolutely perfect!" She could see a long string of fluid dripping from her pussy, which she did not clean knowing that Cyrus would love it. Danielle turned cover all by herself and was willing to excite the alpha, she was laying completely naked there and leaned a bit as she lifted her buttocks, Danielle reached for her asshole by slipping her hand underneath her lifted thigh.

How could they frame me like this? I snapped back to reality when I felt the man approaching. I recoiled on the bed, trying to cover my exposed thigh because of how short my outfit was. I couldn’t even meet the man’s eyes. “I don't think I can do this,” I said. I have to muster some courage and put an end to this show. I felt his large hand cover my cheek. He lifted my head to face him. At first, I refused to make eye contact, but before I realized it, I was already caught by his gaze.

My sister-in-law's name is Delilah Bates, and she's a teacher at a dance academy. With her stunning looks and enviable figure, she often posts sexy photos on her social media feed. Whether she's in tight-fitting leggings doing the splits or snapping selfies that flaunt her flexibility, every image screams sensuality. Her obscenely round and full hips are the kind that mark her as a passionate young wife, starved for affection and long denied satisfaction—the kind that makes a man want to take her roughly.

Blood spluttered through her nose while she held her hands over her nose. “You bi***, that’s rap*,” Delilah was out of her control, how dare this bit** try to do this to her Dallin. She grasped her hair and pulled her out of his room, “This footage will be used against you in the court, you bi***,” Delilah yelled her lungs to bleed. She had never felt so angry yet so powerful before. It seemed as she was a compeletly different person, her body was radiating heat and her bones kept hurting. “LEAVE!” She grunted in a deep, husky voice, scaring Stacy in her skin. Stacy had not seen Delilah’s this phase before, she was surprised Delilah didn’t kill her right there.

I shook my head, "You keep hiding it all to yourself." "Abby, I... I don't understand what you're talking about." "You don't understand? Huh?" I scoffed. "Tell me, Delilah, what's so confusing about what I just said? You're a prostitute, Delilah." "I'm not a prostitute." "Then prove to me why you are putting on that outfit. Or would I say, you're a stripper, aren't you? Camila?" She took her gaze off mine, shame stained her face as she stared down at her fingers. "I didn't want you to find out this way."

Lyra The morning crushes me before I even put a foot out of bed. The phone vibrates incessantly on my nightstand, like a frantic heart unable to find a normal rhythm. I reach out, numb, my eyes still glued shut by fatigue, and unlock it. Notifications pour down. Messages, missed calls, tags, press alerts. And that headline, in capital letters, icy, brutal: ALTERCATION BETWEEN TWO POWERHOUSES, ALEXANDRE DELCOURT AND DANIEL RENZI ON THE BRINK OF CONFRONTATION OVER A WOMAN?

Side by side, they looked like a vision powerful, untouchable, dangerous. As the cameras went wild, Delilah allowed a small smirk to tug at her lips. Her mind flickered back to earlier, to the sight of Venessa’s shocked face before she crumpled to the floor. Tonight was hers.

Her climax came loud, unapologetic, a flood that drenched her thighs as she shouted her pleasure for all of Velaria to hear. Dahlira’s orgasm was silent at first, a wide-eyed gasp, her lips parted but no sound escaping as her man fucked her mercilessly against the wood. When it finally ripped through her, it came with tears streaming down her cheeks, her face pressed flat against the table, her voice breaking into sobs of ecstasy.

Instead of keeping it, some people ruin it. *** In her magnificent room decorated with pink trinkets like a princess. Helena sits on her soft bed, plays with her laptop and watches music videos of her released favorite idols. Helena tries to focus on the music video that's playing, but her mind keeps thinking about Natty's disappointed-looking face. Helena is someone with a high ego, and she always thinks of herself first. She couldn't understand why Natty was so angry and disappointed in her. Instead, she was upset that Natty yelled at her.

Danny mocks. "Shut your fucking mouth, Danny," Camila speaks before I can, surprising Danny with her venomous tone. "Delilah was right from day one. You are a waste of sperm. I don't know what I saw in you. And I am actually happy you cheated on me, because I would’ve never seen you for the horrible human being you are otherwise. As for you…." She continues, turning to face Jessica.