Ivyball Nudes Novels & Stories

At the sight before him, Gabriel’s eyes darkened with lust. “Pull your panties off.” She complied and removed them, a thin string of arousal stretched between the fabric and her cunt before she stepped out completely. He beckoned. “Come here.” Ivy walked around the desk on trembling legs. Gabriel pushed his chair back and spread his thighs. “Now kneel,” he commanded. She obeyed and knelt before him. He unbuckled his belt with deliberate slowness. Zipper down. Cock freed—thick, veiny, a solid nine inches cock sprang free from its confines, a bead of pre-cum glistening and pulsing at the slit.

Go me! Shut up stupid. My wonderful inner self cautioned. I turned back to see Jade grinning from ear to ear. "Oh-Em-Geee!!!" Jade exclaimed practically squealing altogether. "Ella, you were just flirting with the ever so perfect Ivan Davids, New York's hottest model". She stated eyes as wide as that of an owl, I could also see surprise and happiness written all over her face in capital letters and I? Well I just smiled my most innocent smile and shrugged.

Adel laughed, "It is about the outbreak of a hot supermodel who is not even a model." I realized immediately they spoke of Ivory. "What about her?" "Damn. She killed the attire," the Algerian guy praised. "It is like the clothe was made just for her and she is not even African," Tumpale gushed. I laughed, "Clothes can look good on anyone." "Ivory takes the cake," Adel said enthusiastically. "And her navel piercing? Awesome. That girl has more piercing than I can count and she rocks them all," Tumpale said again.

“Fuck me, Noah…” She helps me unbutton my shirt and drop it to the floor, rubbing my dick through my trousers as fumble with my belt. I take them down and my boxers with them, far beyond giving a shit about Theo’s eyes all over me. “Big.” Ivy smiles like a filthy little pixie as she wraps her fingers around my shaft. “I want it inside me.” So do I.

“It was the first name that popped up in my head.” They both got to a dressing room filled with naked girls. Ivy's eyes were about to burst out. There was nothing like shame here; everyone was getting dressed. Some girls only had tapes covering their nipples. Pundy handed Ivy a pair of bikinis; according to Ivy, they were so tiny they couldn't be called bras and panties, to be sincere. “I'm going to wear that?” “What did you think you were going to wear? Oh, do you want to go naked?” “No.”

I picked it up. It was a message from Ivy. And damn— it was her nude. Not just a casual selfie, no. Full-on seductive pose, no clothes, no shame. With a caption that read, “Is her breast as sexy as mine? Because I’m very sure you still want to suck it hard.” I choked on my drink. I won’t lie— the photo brought back memories. Hot ones. Wild ones. Back when we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. But that was before she sucked the soul out of me and used it to light up her path to betrayal.

“That.” My gaze drops to the phone, a naked picture of her in a blue wig and a mask stares at me. Initially, I’m shocked, but I try to hide it. “Nudes?” “Swipe,” she says. I begin to swipe, it's different angles of her naked, some without her face in it, some in lingerie and then a video pops up, it's her on her bed, naked and licking a long huge dildo. That one makes me gasp, “Arielle—” I pause.

I got rid of the suit in seconds, leaving the clothes thrown on the floor, and entered the glass cubicle completely naked. Ivy let out a muffled scream, trying to cover her breasts with her hands in a burst of shyness. I couldn't help but let out a perverse laugh, and I pushed her hands away gently but with indisputable force. “Don't cover yourself from me, little bird” I hissed, taking her by the neck and pinning her against the wet tiles. “I already told you that every inch of this skin belongs to me.” Ivy was red with shame, her hardened nipples brushing my naked chest while the hot water soaked us.

Shortly after, Nick returned with an old cell phone. "Luckily, it's still charged. I checked and found the video I took of Ivy." Before Nick could continue, Elliot snatched the phone out of his hands. Hayden leaned closer to Elliot, trying to get a glance at his sister. Elliot opened the video and a chubby little girl appeared on the screen. Ivy looked well-fed and happy in the video, and anyone would be able to tell how well she was treated. She laughed while shaking the toy in her hand. She was sitting on a carpet. She smiled at the camera, and her bright eyes blinded Hayden.

“They said Vessa was too kind and fragile to stir that kind of trouble and Cain and his friends were good alphas.” “Did you show them your injuries?” “Yes.” “What would they say?” “They would tell me to keep quiet about it and then patch me up themselves.” There was an audible gasp throughout the room. “Tell me about the pictures.” Dad asked. Iva blushed with embarrassment. “It was a few months ago. Vessa asked me to come with her to a party. I had never been to one and I was excited to go. When I got there, I found out that I was going to be the ‘entertainment’. I was stripped of my clothes and mud was thrown on me. Cain was there taking pictures of me, naked, muddy and humiliated. He then