Isabelle Mathers Nude Novels & Stories

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

At this point, I was willing to try anything. As Jeremy went off to meet with Rose, I headed to Isabelle’s to be with her one last time before we went ahead with the plan that Jeremy had devised. I showered and dressed my best and now stood in front of Isabelle’s room in the pack house. I knocked softly. She already knew I was coming as she had texted me a few hours earlier to come over. The door opened slowly, revealing a very sexy Isabelle. Her red-orange hair fell to her sides in curls, her blue eyes sparkling as she looked me over. The freckles on her face popped against the pink flush of her cheeks. She wore a black silk robe that was fastened tightly in front. Just looking at h

she thought. Isis rose to her feet and walked to the couch where she had thrown her bag. She unzipped it and took out her cell phone. Then, she hung it around her arm and dragged her legs to their room. As she climbed the stairs, she quickly checked out the nudes which Omarion had shot. They looked appealing even to her eyes. “There is no way James would resist this” she thought. Isis went to her i*******m page and searched James’ name. She highlighted all the nudes Omarion had shot for the day and forwarded to James. Thinking that he might not view them as soon as possible, she sent them to his direct inbox and even mail. “James, I’m sorry. You broke me so hard and pushed me into this. If o

The reporter's yell was met with acceptance from a lot of the other reporters, and in no time, the guards were forced to drop her. "Oh my God. They should freaking take her out." Blake hissed and rushed down the podium. "There, everybody, that is the evidence that Blake and I made love," Isabella said and pointed to the projector screen behind me, where a photo of her and Blake naked on the bed was displayed. My knees immediately went weak from seeing that photo. As much as I had already known that Blake could make love to my sister, it hit me differently to see pictorial evidence of their escapades.

"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

"Okay fine." "Yay! Thank you Isabelle." ******* Isabelle and princess Rayna got to the palace and they both left for their respective rooms. "Aah!" Isabelle exhaled sharply as she plonked herself hard on her bed. She smiled at nothing in particular and sighed loudly. She stood up from her bed and walked towards the bathroom. She got inside and pulled off her clothes and underthings and she was nude already. She stepped under the shower and turned it on. She ran her fingers through her hair as the cold water cascaded down her nude self.

This wouldn’t be the first time Isabelle would be seeing her naked after all. “On the contrary, it definitely can’t wait.” Isabelle sat cross legged on the closed toilet seat as she ran her eyes over Alessa’s silhouette with a sinister smile perched on her face. Alessa turned her back to her and resumed scrubbing her lower back like nobody was there. “You missed a spot.” Isabelle pointed to a spot slightly above Alessa’s waist as if she could see where she was pointing at, completely ignoring the message Alessa was trying to pass across.

I pushed it open. Isabella was waiting. She sat on the edge of her father’s massive mahogany desk wearing nothing but a tiny black lace thong and one of her father’s expensive suit jackets…unbuttoned, hanging open to reveal her perfect naked body underneath. Her full breasts were on full display, nipples hard. Her long black hair cascaded over one shoulder. The desk was covered with framed family photos, business awards, and a large nameplate that read “Richard Voss – Owner.” The taboo of it hit me like a drug.

said Isabella. “I would like you to turn over onto your stomach,” Liv whispered softly. Isabella obliged. There was a pause during which Isabella heard some rustling sounds which she could not make out. “Now get into a kneeling position with your legs apart,” Liv directed. Isabella anticipated that Liv would rest her head on the chaise longue and use her tongue and another vibrator on her. She soon found out how wrong she had been, for Liv had strapped on a huge dildo and was now sliding it into Isabella’s cunt. It was a fantastic fuck, better than the one she had given herself on her last visit. There was no doubt that Liv’s attachment to the well endowed toy was the difference. After Liv h

She scrambled up, clutching it around her naked body—eyes wide, horrified, traumatised—and then she looked at the bed. “No,” she whispered. “No, no, no—” Vincent Sinclair was sprawled across the mattress like he’d been sculpted out of sin. Black underwear… riding low. Chest… covered in hickeys. Neck… mauled. Back… long nail scratches—'hers'. Isabella’s soul fainted inside her body. Why? WHY was she always waking up naked near this man like it was part of her monthly cycle? She lunged for the bedside lamp—wobbling, shaking, aiming it at him like a trembling medieval villager pointing a torch at a dragon.