Novel & Cerita Erin Ryder Nude

She let the sentence hang, biting her lower lip. Ryder paused the game. His cock was already twitching in his sweatpants. "Uh, sure. Where do you want to do it?" "Right here is fine," she said, smiling as she untied the robe and let it slip down her arms, pooling at her feet. She stood completely naked in front of him. Full, heavy breasts with dark nipples, a smooth shaved pussy, thick thighs, and that perfect juicy ass. She turned around slowly, giving him the full view, then lay face down on the wide couch.

suddenly I heard Ryder's voice. I turned around and saw Ryder was half naked – only wearing a pair of low hanging jeans. He just came out of the shower, so his body was still a little wet. He used the towel on his hand to dry his messy hair. I couldn't help but to take note of his perfect abs, the way his muscles flexed when he moved, and how his lower abdomen had that V-shape leading towards— "Are you done eye-raping me?" he said coolly. Unfazed.

That broad chest of his made eye contact with me, and did they just move up to my strokes? His well-sculpted abs made my body tingle as I explored them with my fingers. He groaned as I moved up to pinch his nipple. “Little lamb.” His hands ran all over my body, touching all my weak points. I moaned as his hands passed my waistbands down to my vertical lips. “Alpha Ryu!” I whimpered as his finger shifted my panties to the side and played with my clit. “You are just so beautiful.” He brought his finger out, taking his hands to my dress. “How much more can I take?” He ripped off my top along with my pants, leaving me with only my armor.

He got away and gazed at me with adoration, I gulped and unbuttoned his white shirt but before I can remove it, he stopped me. Why? Does he want me? "Are you sure?" He asked and I nodded frantically, I didn't care about anything. I wanted him right now. Rhyker smirked and removed the white shirt he was wearing, moving his wide shoulders as well? I gawked at the masterpiece and felt myself drooling over his toned chest. He unbuckled his belt while telling me to open the drawer of the night-table, I complied with his order and opened it, taking out one condom. The condom felt pricey to use as well, it was black and the name was intense.

I replied back, I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, I was going to need a wet floor sign if this carries on. "Now just lay back and relax" Ryan said as he went to the kitchen and grabbed ice cubes, when he came back he laid on top of me, "what's that for" I asked, "just lay back and enjoy" as these words left his beautiful lips, I moved and my legs opened more.. He took the ice cube, moved it slowly down my neck to my hard nipples, making my pink nipples even harder, he moved it down towards my stomach, licking up every drop of cold water off my body.

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the man said as he stepped out of the shadows. He was tall, like most dragonkin with Sire blood were, I reckoned he was in his mid-thirties or so. He had light blue eyes and dark brown hair that hung down to his shoulders. His clothes were expensive and his hands looked like they had seen plenty of fights. “The infamous Ryder Grey, elite hunter of the supernatural world, we meet at last,” he said as he sat down on the chair that Clifford had placed in front of me. “I assume you’re Carlson,” I said to him and he smiled at me.

For a terrible moment, nothing happened. Then footsteps approached. The handle turned. Alpha Ryker stood in the doorway. He wasn’t wearing a suit this time around, just a pair of low-slung black joggers and an open black robe that did nothing to hide the sculpted perfection beneath. Hard, defined abs flexed with each breath, and a faint, almost invisible tattoo traced along his left hip, disappearing teasingly beneath the waistband. The mark looked like moonlight on water, delicate, ancient, and sinfully sexy.

Cassandra The rope still vibrates in the air as I take it back, my fingers gripping it as if I were already holding her last breath. The night is vaster than ever. The moon glides through the clouds and casts an almost spectral pallor on Lyra's skin, a halo of wax on a figure that has lost its name. She is there, on her knees, her body swaying with the movements of the boat. Her hands are clasped, but it is no longer a posture of strength: it is a raft of trembling gestures. The water beats against the hull like a heart that does not want to stop.