Ivy Harper Naked Novels & Stories

*BE MY NAKED LOVE* *CHAPTER 2* Approximately one hundred and sixty three days left, Lance had raised just three thousand dollars from the coffee shop and selling some of the possessions he owned. Vanessa still hadn't made a penny to bring home. Later that night she headed up to the biggest club in the town THE NEXUS. On arriving there , she met the female lead stripper Selma who was amazed by Vanessa's physical appearance and instantly knew she would be a top watch by the men.

I move closer to check who it is. "Harper, don't tell me you are in there," I say as I move closer to the kitchen. "It's not Harper, it is me, baby. Come here. Do you like what you see? Come closer, let me soothe your pain. I know you love me, and I have loved you way back. Harper can't love you as I do," she says seductively. She is naked with only string pants wearing heels, her breasts dangling and inviting, and her hair is let down.

I growl feeling Niro push through to get to our mate. Quickly Harper strips out of his clothes and stands before me completely fucking perfect and hard for me. "On the bed face down" with out question he does as I said and gets up on the bed face down. Slowly I take my own clothes off making him wait in anticipation for what I'm going to do to him.

Nyra asked She looked at herself and saw she was naked, she quickly put on the shirt while I looked the other way Today is going to be a long day

I just hope she has enough emotional maturity to take it in a good way, understand me and… forgive me for not being frank with her from the beginning. I take my eyes off the ground, noticing that someone is standing in front of me. I fix my eyes on Harper, who lies at the foot of the stairs, wearing black jeans, torn at the level of her left knee, a black tank top with a funny printed phrase: “I am not small. I am Hobbit size.” She wears her hair in a high ponytail and... I frown when I notice that her eyes are full of tears, and her mascara is running.

I wanted to dip my fingers through her slick folds and taste her off my hands. She stood there, a small shy smile on her lips, watching me as I did the same. My eyes skimmed all over her body, every crevice, like I was putting it to memory. Ivy was naked. She was standing naked in front of me, and I had never seen anyone hotter.

His voice was breathier now and I found it hard to control myself. "What?" I squeaked, immediately turning around, my back was now facing Harper. My hands flew over my eyes in a desperate attempt to shield my eyes from Harper's naked form. "Why are you naked?" "I don't want to ruin my underwear," Harper replied and made it sound so obvious that I was beginning to believe his being naked was necessary. I facepalmed inwardly at how ridiculous my thought process was. Sneaky bastard! "You have got to turn, you know," Harper said.

Nadia’s head fell back with a broken moan. Lena finally stood. She shed the harness—leaving herself completely naked—and knelt in front of Harper. Harper’s mouth was still buried in Nadia, but Lena gripped her chin, tilted her face up just enough. “Look at me while you come.” Harper’s eyes—wide, glassy—locked on Lena’s. Lena slid three fingers inside Harper without warning—deep, curling hard against her front wall. Harper’s cry was muffled against Nadia’s pussy. Lena fucked her fast—relentless—thumb grinding circles over Harper’s clit.

The shift in the room was immediate and undeniable like something in the room had just shifted. Ivy was standing in the doorway like she knew what she was doing at the moment. Of course she did. She was putting on extremely short skirts and a crop top that exposed her navel. She let her hair down and the long hair that is still slightly damp fell freely on her waist. The top and the skirt she wore clung to her body just enough to reveal her perfect and beautiful shape.

“Open it. Slowly.” My heart slammed against my ribs. I hated how instantly wet I got from that simple command. I untied the silk belt with shaky fingers and let the robe fall open. Cool air kissed my heated skin—my full breasts, my hard nipples, the soft curve of my stomach, and the smooth, bare skin between my thighs. I was completely exposed now. For him. A low, hungry sound rumbled through the headphones. Almost a growl. “Fuck, Ivy…” His voice had gone rougher. “Look at you. Sitting there dripping for me.”