Isabela Merced Naked Novels & Stories

Isabella shivered as Jeremy ran a hand down over her thighs. She was nude, spread wide before him, but he was still fully clothed. His gaze blazed a trail of heat through her as he admired her. As if she were a breathtaking sight down there. And the lights were still on…

A beauty like hers was impossible to ignore—a Latina goddess with deep bronze skin, long dark waves tumbling over a white silk blouse that clung to her curves, revealing a navel piercing and an hourglass figure. She approached Venom with effortless and seductive hip movement. Venom slowly pulled off her shades, raking her dark eyes over Isabella from head to toe before dropping her cigar and crushing it under her boot. "Isabella," Venom said, a small grin forming. "Damn… wasn’t expecting to see you here." Isabella smiled back. "Well, I just got into the city this morning. And I heard Zayne’s back." Her accent was so sexy and smooth. Venom tilted her head slightly, studying her.

She is supposed to be my mate, but that poison must have affected me enough to erase that critical information with my luna. "I apologize, but I can't seem to remember your name." I said regretfully, looking at her. She turned her body towards me and my eyes landed on her full breasts, her cleavage on full display. She smiled, and goddess does she have the most beautiful smile. "Isabela. My name is Isabela." she said. Her innocent face seemed to suit her name as well as her whole vibe. She looks like a really sweet girl. Her blonde hair cascaded down her breasts in full, bouncy curves. Her blue eyes stared into me intently. I let my gaze roam down her body. She is wearing a white cardigan an

My voice was still faint from all the crying that I have been doing since last night. A tall girl was standing outside my door. She looked bright and happy. She kind of reminds me of Gill. I wondered how she is right now. I told her I'd be back when I got a chance. I haven't got that chance. Maybe, within this week? I will be able to meet her and her new born baby. "I am Isabela, my lady. I was assigned by Alpha Lucia to attend you. She's summoning you to the Stadium. She said to wear something extravagant. People will be there to congratulate your victory. Congratulations again, my lady!" she chirped like a bird.

“You’re very… thorough.” Rafael’s smile turned slow and heated. “I take pride in my work. Inside and out.” The tension snapped like a live wire. Isabelle stepped closer, heart racing. “Would you like to clean something else today?” His eyes darkened. “What did you have in mind, ma’am?” She reached up and tugged the zipper of her silk robe open, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before him completely naked, her full breasts rising with each quick breath, her smooth skin flushed with anticipation.

I remember running out of his room, bouncing my breasts and ass along while he just stood and watched. ‘What if he has cameras all over his house? I bet he has seen your nakedness from all angles… Argh!’ I stamp my feet and puff out cool air. “Don't think about it, Isla.” I cautioned myself. “Think about it this way… You gave him something to talk about.” Slowly, the red spots fade off, leaving just my freckles. I find the courage to look back at my naked reflection in the mirror. My breasts are fuller, and my hourglass shape is well defined.

She was there naked from waist up. "Marcooo..." Isabel moaned. She loved it when they were this passionate. She could already feel the moisture between her thighs. She wanted him to touch her there. Marco discarded his shirt and carried her all the way to the room. He got rid of her jeans and panties in one go before he kissed her there. Isabel was a panting mess as she held Marco's head between her thighs. "Ohhh my God. Marco, please, " Isabel cried, she wanted to release.

“Mamá?” The screen changed to photos. Adrian. Isabela. Coming out of a restaurant. Her hand on his arm. Another clip Isabela holding a folder, tearful, surrounded by reporters. “I wouldn’t lie about something like this,” Isabela said softly into microphones. “I love him. I’m carrying his child. I beg you all not to ask a lot of questions my man won't be comfortable" Then came the proof. Medical reports. Dates. A doctor’s statement.

"So, let me guess. This is just like in the movies? This is the part where you tell me you were being blackmailed to leave me? And then what? You come back rich with a girl on your arm and you want me to go out with you behind her back?" "Fuck, no," Noah says. "I’m not doing that to you, Isabella. Never. Not to you." "Just... one hug?" he asks. I laugh again, but there’s no humor in it this time. "That’s funny. Because your fiancée came here today." His expression shifts instantly. "Meredith?" "Yes. She was very clear. Very precise. She knew exactly what she wanted. She asked me to stay away from you. Politely, of course."

ISABELLA’S POV The message lit up my screen just as I was about to step out of the room. Manager : "Check the news now. It’s about Jasmine. You need to see this." My stomach dropped. I quickly unlocked my phone and opened the news app. The headline slapped me across the face: "Supermodel Jasmine Mildred Opens Up About Isabella, Xavier... and Drake?" I clicked it, hands trembling. There she was, seated elegantly in a plush red chair, legs crossed, flashing that perfectly rehearsed smile. Her makeup was flawless. Her voice.. sweet. She looked like she hadn’t lost a single night of sleep while ruining lives.