Elise Christie Nude Novels & Stories

But in the middle of the room, as I was staring at one of the photos of peasant women from Nusa Tenggara, a voice rang out behind me. "Matthias always liked women with fire in their eyes." I turned around. A woman stood there. Golden blonde hair, tall, wearing a white elegance dress. Her face is firm. Beautiful. But what's sharper... her smile. "Pardon?" I said. She stepped forward, offering a hand. "Im Elise." My hand grasped hers reflexively. But in my head... everything tense up. Elise. From the way she spoke, from the expression on her face... I knew this was no ordinary Elise.

"I was working." "Right! Working as you eat lobsters and drink champagne while we had peanut butter sandwiches," Karmen scoffed. I hated to admit it, but sometimes, Karmen and I stalked Elise's I*******m to see her frolicking at some paradise-like island with other models. Karmen even went further to report her pictures for nudity (though Elise was just looking too hot in bikinis). "Are you stalking me on social media?" Elise said, narrowing her eyes.

Her hands fly up instinctively to cover herself, but her wrists are seized in an iron grip and forced down to her sides while his other hand makes quick work of the rest of her clothing, tearing and pulling until she's standing before him in nothing but her underwear. “K-Kieran…” Elise's chest rises and falls rapidly, panic clear in every line of her body. She tries to twist away from his grip, but his hold is unbreakable. Kieran finally releases her wrists only to hook his fingers into her bra and panties, tearing them away with the same brutal motion. Her breath catches as the cool air hits her exposed skin. Vulnerability washes over her in waves and her arms move instinctively to cover he

“Elise… you’re playing with fire. This could ruin everything.” “I won’t let it,” she whispered. Her hand moved lower, boldly sliding along the front of his swim trunks. She felt him twitch under her palm. “Just relax. Let me take care of you.” Before he could protest again, Elise glanced once at her sleeping mother, then hooked her fingers into the waistband of his trunks. She slowly pulled them down to his knees underwater. Mark inhaled sharply but didn’t stop her.

Unlike most women who trip over their words or gush with compliments around him, Elise remained elusive, almost as if she had built an invisible wall whenever men were near. But it was difficult to stay away, not when she had that very beautiful face. Elise had porcelain-like skin, sparkling blue eyes that seemed to miss nothing, soft pink lips, and a gracefully pointed nose. She concealed her figure beneath long-sleeved, loose shirts, paired with jeans and hiking boots, yet Graham knew well that there was far more to her than she ever let others see. He would know. He had seen it before… six years ago. Too bad she just… didn’t remember him.

I wasn’t quite sure what was going to happen next, so I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes. I let out the breath and opened my eyes when I heard a light thud in front of me. Elise had taken everything she was wearing off, and from the looks of her it looked like she had gotten into a pretty bad fight from the neck down. My eyes widened. Oh my gosh! Is this what we did to her last night? I barely remember anything after we got naked. “ELISE!” I shouted, not completely sure if she was okay with the state of her body. My hands trembled inches away from her skin, too scared to touch her again. I immediately reached for my phone to call Hunter over to the house.

Elias and I were dancing at some pack event, his hand on my waist, my smile strained but passable. The next was worse. Us on a couch, his arm around me, his head tilted to mine like lovers sharing a secret. Slide after slide flashed by, each more damning than the last, the crowd cooing at the carefully constructed illusion. Then the video started. The collective gasp was audible. There, in stark clarity, was Elias. Naked. On his knees. With another woman. The footage was grainy but unmistakable, his hands gripping her hips, his mouth on her throat, her moans loud enough to echo across the garden.

Chester was at a loss for words. Then, he snatched Shaun’s phone. The latest story that Eliza posted was yesterday, which featured a photo of Eliza, Catherine, Suzie, and Lucas. Eliza wore a mustard yellow bikini, and her hair was tied in a bun, revealing her pretty face, slim waist, and fair and long legs. Describing her figure as curvy was not an overstatement at all. The sunlight was shining on her face, and there was a faint smile in her eyes. Her previous post featured all kinds of delicious food.

Part 4 That afternoon, the kitchen of the Barack family home was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed herbal tea. Elise was busy carrying a tray with a cup of tea for Mr. Abraham. Her appearance was simple yet captivating. Standing at 160 cm, her petite frame appeared graceful. Her shoulder-length black hair was always neatly styled, even though her face was rarely adorned with makeup. Her gaze was gentle, suggesting a patient personality, though her heart often harbored feelings of unease.

I had to force myself to look at her face and focus on her eyes. “Do I need to spell it out for you?” Elsie’s voice was as smooth as satin. I had an idea of why she was here, but I wasn’t getting my hopes up. Even as I told myself not to get my hopes up, I felt my trousers growing tighter. Elise glided across the room; her hair bounced in silky coils with every step. Her fingers nimbly unknotted her kimono, revealing a set of baby blue panties and bra. I gulped as I felt all the blood in my body rush towards my dick.