Ivy Harper Naked Novels & Stories

Fabric tore like paper, exposing her curvy body fully—perky breasts bouncing, bruised pussy lips peeking from between spread thighs. Harper yelped, but his hand clamped back over her mouth. 'I said quiet,' he growled, shoving her flat on the mattress, his weight pinning her shoulders. His free hand roamed possessively, fingers digging into her soft flesh, kneading her tits roughly until she squirmed.

The bell rings again, this time barely more than a whisper through the door. I open the door and step inside. And stop cold. There, perfectly posed on the black leather bondage bench in the center of the room, is Harper. She’s naked. Completely. Her bare skin glows in the soft red lighting, her hair tousled like she’s been here for a while. One leg is stretched out long and elegant, the other bent at the knee, toes grazing the ground. Her arms are folded beneath her head like a makeshift pillow. Her lips are curled in a lazy, satisfied smirk, even though her eyes are still closed.

Fireworks exploded in Liam’s head, and he jerked away before moving to sit on one of the couches in his office after stepping out of his already-pulled shorts. His eyes held hers as he ripped his shirt away, sitting there naked in his full glory. “Do you want to do it, or do you need aid?” His now deep, husky voice awakened Harper from her reverie. “I… I will do it.” She replied, a blush creeping onto her cheek. “Right. Get down to it. Don’t make me wait.” Liam ordered, training his eyes on hers without blinking. Harper, who couldn’t take in the broad, tanned shoulders, taunt eight packs, and V shape of his body, almost got knocked out of the air, and she struggled to breathe, taking her swe

I rolled my eyes and ignored all of them as I stormed inside and straight up to Harper's bedroom. I tossed my ruined top in the small garbage can next to her bed and slid my bottoms down. "Are you okay?" I screamed at the sound of Asher's voice as I tried to cover my naked body. "Do you mind?!" I was literally completely naked and he just stood there like it was no big deal. "Not at all." He grinned. "Ugh! You are such a pig! Why do girls throw themselves at you?" I grabbed the blanket at the end of Harper's bed and wrapped it around myself.

I peel off my clothes, letting them drop to the floor. From the drawer, I pull out the silk slip—the sheer one that shows everything. I slide it over my skin, the fabric cool, nipples hardening instantly against the thin cloth. One glance in the mirror makes me smirk. Every inch of me screams invitation. I slip barefoot down the stairs to the lower deck. They’re waiting for me. My crew. My men. “Fuck, there she is.” “Queen Jenner.” They holler, whistles sharp, eyes hungry. The air vibrates with the kind of anticipation that makes my thighs slick before I even touch them.

“No need to prepare anything special for me. I imagine it will be hard work for you today.” Avery subtly glanced at Chase and replied, “Not hard at all. As long as Grandma is happy.” Harper smiled faintly, saying nothing. Chase led her into Grandma’s room. Grandma noticed Harper’s cropped top and frowned. “Why is your top so short? Even your belly button is showing!” Harper quickly tugged the hem down, a forced smile on her lips. “Grandma, it’s a sports top…” “Sports?” Grandma narrowed her eyes. “Did… you check?”

Harper said as she passed around the house in thoughts. She was looking like a slut, her outfit was worse than it used to be, who knows where she has been all this while that she came back in such a bitchy look. "Harper I don't just know!, I saw it online but they didn't give details of everything all they said was that she was dead and then the pictures" I said showing her the picture on my phone. "This is serious, I don't just know what to say I am speechless" Harper said emotionally as she held her head looking straight at nothing.