Gina Linetti Nude Novels & Stories

Rita says. “We don’t have to do anything neither of you are comfortable with,” I say, but Lena is already pulling her hoodie off and exposing her gorgeous, ample breasts. Rita helps her out of her bra and kisses her while squeezing her breasts. I pull my shirt off and Lena’s eyes widen as she takes in my muscular tattooed and pierced form. Her eyes trail down my body and I see lust swirling in their depths. SHe gestures for me to join them and I step closer, trapping Rita between us and pulling at the hem of her shirt, which she allows me to pull over her head easily.

To my confusion, all of it were image attachment. And with a flick of my thumb, I opened the images. I was immediately met with a series of nude photos—of Elisse’s, my alpha’s mate, in nothing but seductive lingerie. Each of her photo was a tantalizing display of her body, posed in ways that made my blood boil and my dick hardened instinctively. “Sweet fucking Luna,” I breathed, feeling my pulse quicken. There she was, her delicate slender body wearing lace and silk, every curve screams of perfect wild invitation. The first image showed her leaning against a wall, her back arched, the fabric barely concealing her breast and only revealing her sweet pink erected nipples. I couldn’t tear my ga

I asked, trying to break the silence. As if he was in a trance, Levi turned back to me and his smile disappeared. "Ah–yes. That is Gina." I nodded, sizing her up. Her freckled skin looked creamy and pale in the blazing heat, yet it remained unblemished and smooth. She had on a nude colored bodycon dress that reached her calves, pinkish-nude strappy stilletos, and a black blazer hanging loosely on her shoulders. She gave off an edgy, careless vibe.

Penelope said. “I committed an offense, it was the only way to redeem myself.” Gina said. “Did you think I was gonna kill you?” Penelope said. “That’s two questions, there has to be a fine for that.” Gina said. Gina didn’t hesitate to take off her bra. Now, the only thing that covered her nakedness was her dress, one wrong move and she would be completely naked. “Do you want to have sex with me?” Gina said with a very straight face.

Legs spread casually, one foot propped on the edge of the coffee table, fingers lazily tracing her own slit—already glistening. And finally, pressed against Simone’s side: Harper Kline, twenty-five. Pale, strawberry-blonde waves, delicate features, small high breasts with pale pink nipples. She still wore her emerald-green slip dress from earlier, but it was rucked up around her waist, no underwear beneath. Her thighs trembled slightly; she’d been edged twice already tonight and hadn’t been allowed to come yet. Lena set her glass down with a soft clink. “Enough teasing,” she said, voice low and commanding. “We’re not here to play nice.”

"If I show you, will you lick me down there?" I replied, "It would be an extreme pleasure." I sat there in awe as Greta took off her jeans and her shoes, leaving her in a pair of brief panties. The panties covered more of her that her bathing suit had. I took another photo of her and she went into a couple of poses for me. Then, she pulled her panties down and revealed her nice landing-strip bush and the slit of her vagina. The panties fell to the floor and she stepped out of them.

The gown hugs her frame perfectly, with her fiery hair alight from the stage lights, making Kiba growl in enjoyment in my head. Mate looks delicious. I hear Kiba say, and wholeheartedly agree with him. "She looks so good!" I hear someone beside me, and I turn to see Gabby and Lynette, both looking at Nadia and smiling. Lynette is in a long blue sequined gown, and Gabby is in an all-black tux ensemble quite like my own. Lynette then turns her attention to me. "Nice to see you, Alpha." She says as she does a short bow of respect.

Gina gasps as I rip her nurse outfit off of her using my canines. Gina is now in her lace pink bra and thong. Is she wearing these things deliberately to flirt with men all the time? I feel disgusted but I try to calm myself down. I need to have sex with her so that I can forget Emelia, the despicable human slave. I turn to look at Gina’s eyes. Her eyes are filled with lust and desire. If she looks closely into my eyes, all she can see is disgust. People like her really disgust me. I like the girls who respect their bodies, like Emelia. No! Why am I thinking of her all the time?

"You have an hourglass figure, and you're thick—after I've dressed you up, every guy will ask for your number at the frat party." Linnea pulls me into Bianca's hallway. Mirrors are taking up an entire wall, and Linnea grabs a chair. She motions for me to sit on it with a bright smile on her lips. “Sit down, mademoiselle. Let me make you look like sex and fire combined. That guy you're texting with?" Linnea winks at me in the mirror while sorting my hair. "He is going to have to fight for you tonight." I snort. "I doubt that."

She was shivering from the coldness of the water and the chilly breeze grazing her skin, causing her pink, tiny nipples to peek through her nightgown. Without saying a word, Leonardo and his henchmen stood in the dark, alertly observing Gianna. They scrutinized her from head to toe in her damp nightgown; her transparent nightgown clanged against her body, highlighting the curves of her slender physique. Her pink nipples puffed out against the thin fabric of her nightgown, which left no doubt that she wasn't wearing any bra.