Isabela Merced Naked Novels & Stories

Cassandra, I beg you. I look at her, and in her eyes, fear has given way to a deeper distress. She staggers on her knees, almost dragging herself, her hands slipping on the deck. And suddenly, the phrase she releases is a cold wind: — Have mercy... I’m pregnant... The world stops for a moment. The men behind me freeze, as if they’ve been shot. The sea itself seems to hold its breath. The words hang suspended between us, monstrous, fragile, heavier than the entire night.

- ISOBEL - My body lands on the bed with a sharp push and I gasp, feeling the the hardness of landing on my back. I got naked first. I never thought it would take this long to get a man between my legs. I never thought I'd be the first to get naked but here I am, laying flat on a bed under the prying eyes of this luscious male. Having his attention sends fires through my veins. My whole body is on fire and this is just the effect of rubbing his cock.

"Sounds great, Megan. See ya then." The brief conversation had been time enough for Candy to snap a picture and send it my way. It was Isa, shirtless, glaring in frustration at the camera, which was zoomed in enough to show a mesh of off-white flecks clinging to bare boobs. She's so fucking embarrassed - you have no idea OMG

“Damn…I hope that doesn’t leave a stain.” “You okay?” “Yeah, I just need to clean up and change my clothes. You don’t mind do you?” “No, you change.” Isabella paused. “I guess it doesn’t matter if you see me do this since we’re sisters now. Do you care?” Julecia shook her head. “We’re sisters now.” “Yes, we are.” Isabella leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. “Well, here goes.” She slid off her shoes and pulled her dress over her head. She stood there in her nude outfit and smiled. “You like it?”

Isabel’s knees weakened. “Isaac…” she breathed. “Do you want me to stop?“ he asked, his voice almost a whisper at this point. She stared into his eyes, quiet at first but her breathing was getting louder and deeper, her chest rising at a fast pace. Isabel’s breathing was already uneven. “You said you would be my vessel. That’s all this is.” “I remember,” he said. He pulled his own wet shirt off and tossed it aside. His shorts came off next. He stood naked under the cold spray, water running down every line of his body.

CHAPTER NINETEEN "Hey, senorita, you must be Ace's African beauty, he's been talking about the whole month " he smiled revealing his neatly arranged set of teeth , he is so handsome, almost as Ace, ... Did I just compare him to Ace?, Why? That was surprising, Ace talking about me to some random person, perhaps his friend , he never acted as though he saw me until there seemed to be a daring cause for us to talk. "I'm Isabella, and yes I'm half African, who are you please?" I replied wiping my hand on the table napkin as I stood up .

SEBASTIAN'S POV I was halfway to the door, ready to chase after my mother and demand she tell me exactly what she planned to do to Vanessa, when the bathroom door opened behind me. I turned. Isabella stood there. Completely naked. Water still glistened on her skin from the shower, droplets sliding down between her breasts, over the flat plane of her stomach, down her thighs. Her blonde hair was wet and tousled, falling over her shoulders in waves. Her lips were parted slightly, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

"They're there, Rafa," whispered Isabela, leaving the remote on the sofa and rising slowly. Her hips swayed with a calculated slowness, the dress riding up her thighs, revealing smooth skin and the curve of her hips. She pressed her hands against the glass, arching her body slightly, the neckline accentuating her breasts, her nipples visible beneath the thin fabric. "Seventh floor, the same ones from yesterday. Look, they're hungry, love."

He kept stumbling over his words, mentally cursing himself for getting nervous. “Oh, really!... Let me help you, then.” Before Dylan’s very eyes, his mate discarded her clothes, leaving her nude. There was no form of shame or embarrassment in her eyes, making him open his mouth in awe. Her breasts were firm and round with pointed nipples he couldn’t wait to suck and nibble. He was amazed at how flat her stomach was, like that of models in magazines, who barely ate, which wasn’t the case for his mate. Her slim waist perfectly complimented her large hips and thighs. Dylan tried to control the trembling in his legs as he struggled with his horny wolf from pouncing on Isabel and mating her on th

He pulled me close, but his body was rigid. She has been planning this for months. The gifts. The parties. All to isolate us. Make me desperate. What does she want? I asked, though I already knew. His eyes met mine. You gone. Or me broken. He cupped my face. Neither will happen. But his phone buzzed in his pocket. He looked. His face drained of color. Another message. From Isabella. A new photo. This one taken tonight. Me. Standing at the bedroom window. Snow behind me. Naked from the waist up, arms crossed over my breasts, staring out into the dark.