Heather Ashley Chase Nude Novels & Stories

Emandra stood rooted not sure of what to say or how to react. “Sorry ……. I did not know you would………..’’ Chase nervously rubbed the back of his neck. He wanted to say he did not know she was naked but it sounded awful. ‘’I will leave now, see you in a bit’’ Chase leaves the room as fast as his legs could carry him. One more minute and he would be tempted to have those round pointing tits in his mouth.

He healed me, and he did that right after I ran a piece of a tree through his shoulder. My body jolted when Chase moved his head. His soft black hair rubbing across my stomach and his face causing friction at my core. I felt myself become wet with desire and moaned in need the second he shifted again. That's when I realized I was dressed in only a large shirt. They must had washed and changed me after I passed out last night. "Someone is horny this morning." Chase’s voice rumbled in desire, his hands pushing my thighs apart and his nose ran up my folds. "You smell divine, Cherie." He kissed me over my underwear, sending waves of pleasure through me.

Ashton said Ashton tried to live the covers, but he discovered that the little girl was holding them quite tightly around her. “Come on darling, did you not miss me?” Ashton asked. Maya, who was almost suffocating could not take it anymore and removed the covers around her body. The moment Ashton saw her small head peeking from outside, he pounced on her like a hungry lion and immediately started to devour her lips. Maya forgot about her embarrassment and started returning the kisses. It was a gust of cold wind that blew from the outside through the window that Maya realized that she was actually naked and Ashton was almost entering her.

"Moments like this. You." He undressed her unhurried, the day's easy laughter giving way to something quieter and more searching, his hands mapping her like he still couldn't quite believe she was real. When he finally settled over her, it wasn't urgent — it was patient, deliberate, every slow roll of his hips paired with something murmured against her throat, half praise, half confession. She arched into him, fingers laced through his hair, chasing the unhurried rhythm he refused to rush no matter how her breath caught and broke beneath him. When release finally found them both, it came slow and full, more tender than fierce, and he held her through the aftershocks like he intended to memor

I was behind her, but the face was blurred. I turned the screen to Cohen. “You don't recognize her?” “No,” he replied. No way I'm believing that bullshit. “Asher, out of my home now!” His mother gritted, trying to get me away from him but I didn't bulge. She left me alone and disappeared to my back. “Cohen. Look closely. The girl you posted her nude in the club, the one you almost killed!” I echoed. He looked more closely then sighed annoyingly before turning his gaze to me.

I could kneel between them with my mouth pressed against one hole and my pussy and ass against the other. I hit record on all the cameras. They would stream back to Ashley's studio. I wasn't surprised that she made p**n. Not after she kept filming with her husband. She got off seeing me fucking Keith. She was such a dirty whore. Like me. I pulled off the sweater I wore. It had the logo for GNEW, an evangelical conference every year. I dropped it in the corner then unhooked my red bra. My big boobs spilled out. They swayed back and forth, nipples so hard.

One of them — Tyler, I was almost certain it was Tyler — was standing with his hand on his hip, completely nude, talking to someone I couldn’t see, gesturing with the kind of animated emphasis that suggested a story being told at full volume. One guy — blond, enormous, tattooed — walked past the camera completely naked, scratching his stomach. Another was drying his hair with a towel that was emphatically not around his waist. Another was bent over, reaching into a lower locker, and the angle was — The camera whipped back. Chase’s face filled the screen. Close. Flushed. The specific shade of red that came from exertion and something adjacent to horror. “You didn’t see anything,” he said. “I—

She blinked a few times, letting her senses slowly catch up to the world. Then something felt... off. The blanket was grazing her skin. Her fucking bare skin. Her breath hitched as she carefully peeked beneath the covers, her eyes widened immediately. No shirt. No pants. No bra. Nothing. ''What the fu—'' She sat up abruptly, clutching the heavy blanket to her chest like it was a shield. Her heart hammered as her eyes darted around the room until they landed on him Chase. He was shirtless, sitting casually on a chair across the room, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, the other clicking away on his laptop like he wasn’t the reason she might be half-naked in his bed.

He was burning up. “You need to just calm down,” I murmured. Before I had time to second-guess myself, I eased him up and started to unbutton his wet shirt. He didn’t protest. I yanked the shirt off and uncovered his overheated skin to the cool air. That’s when I saw it. My breath caught. Right there, on his back— My name. Beatrice. It wasn’t just written. It was carved into his skin. My stomach flipped.

In his eyes, she was more than perfect and he doubted if she was even human as no human should possess such beauty that she possessed. “Is there a problem, Chase?” she asked again and this time, she managed to get his attention, as he slowly stared up at her. She frowned as soon as she noticed the lust in his eyes. Chase coughed as if the charm she had on him had broken as he finally came back to reality and out of his fantasies. “No, not at all,” he began and his eyes scrutinized the room as if looking for something. “Do you know where Alesha is?” he asked while staring back at her.