Kelly Rowan Nude Novels & Stories

He cries and jerks harder, faster. I can't really see Rowan from beneath me, as Knox’s is stationed in front of me, determined to burst my chord. But when I feel a hand reach out to trace the outline of Adrian’s cock in my expanded cunt, I jump. Holy fuck!!! Rowan is such a pervert! I could have sworn he was the most virtuous, the one with the touch of sanity… but he’s worse. A freaking wreck, puffed up with his dirty stinky fantasy.

“You…” Rowan gave it a thought and asked softly, “Did you remember something?” Kelly jolted. “There’s nothing you can’t tell me.” Rowan’s smile was as if he knew everything. “Actually, from the first day I treated you, I knew that you were hiding something from everyone. “You didn’t remember something. You’ve never forgotten anything.” Kelly sat on the bed with her legs curled up as she bit her fist. After a moment of silence when Rowan was going to inject her, she grabbed his hand abruptly and looked with a pleading expression on her pale face.

Frowning, Alex turns to Rowan with a questioning look. Rowan smiles widely, tilting his head in my direction. “I thought it was great. We got to meet some really hot girls. Especially one cheerleader that caught Khail’s eye. What was her name again, Khail?” I raise my eyebrow and shrug my shoulders, refusing to play this game, but Rowan persists. “You know the hot one with long brown hair and the killer body.” He sits next to me, elbowing me in the chest. “Sorry, bro, I have no clue,” I said stonily.

“I know. I’m doing everything I can. Just get the room ready.” Later that afternoon, during a short break, Rowan pulled out his phone. A message from an unknown number popped up. There they were, Declan, Octavia, and Seraphina on a beautiful Hawaiian beach. Declan had his arm around Octavia while Seraphina sat between them, all three of them smiling at the camera. Another photo showed Declan helping Octavia with sunscreen on her shoulders. Rowan’s jaw clenched so tight it hurt. He stared at the pictures, his hand gripping the phone until his knuckles turned white.

The dual sensation on my nipples makes my back arch off the bed and my wrists strain against the restraints. “Sensitive little thing,” Knox says, flicking my nipple with his thumb. “Barely touched her tits and she’s already squirming. Breeding you is going to be fun.” Rowan’s hand slides between my legs. He pushes the white dress up to my waist and presses his fingers against my bare pussy — no panties, the instructions said none — and the sound he makes is somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “She’s fucking drenched,” he announces, dragging two fingers through my folds and holding them up glistening for the room to see. “Her clit is swollen and I haven’t even touched it yet.”

I yelped, my eyes widening as his shirt came off, revealing toned muscles and skin that glowed softly in the sunlight filtering through the trees. Rowan glanced at me sideways, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "Taking off my clothes," he said casually. "What does it look like?" "Why?!" I demanded, backing away as my face turned crimson. "Because I’m going for a swim, genius." He kicked off his shoes and began unbuttoning his jeans as if it were the most normal thing ever. "Are you blind or something?" "Rowan!" I spun around, my cheeks blazing. "Y–you can’t just—! I mean—! Put your freaking clothes back on!"

He nods. ~~~~~~~~ Watching at the amazing view as the flock of trainees flows in, one is left screaming on the floor as the others tremble upon him. "What the hell! Can't they see that they're stepping on him?!" I yell as I stand up to help the young man up. "No, alpha. He's a she. Look, under..!" Rowan pulls me back and whispers into my ear, pointing at her white underwear which is left visible like a Cinema to everything who cares to see.

Nix hummed her agreement. “I think that in situations like that, no one knows what they are truly able to do. Not until it’s happening and you have to find a way to keep your sanity.” I murmured as I opened the door. Rowan was walking out of the shower, freshly clean, and completely naked. “Hey.” He smiled as he stood there bare to the world, using the towel in his hands to dry his hair.

Then at Levi. “I’m done pretending,” she said. “We all know why we’re really here.” She peeled her tank top off in one smooth motion. No bra. Dark nipples already hard. She stepped out of her shorts next, left them in a puddle on the carpet. Naked except for black lace panties that were visibly soaked. Rowan moved first. Grabbed her by the throat—not hard, just enough to tilt her chin up and kissed her like he was trying to devour her. Riley moaned into his mouth, hands yanking his flannel open, nails raking down his chest.

Sean nearly killing Rowan Whitmore publicly and now the internet knew the truth too. Rowan Whitmore and Shannon Nolan were divorced. Not only divorced, messy, painful and humiliatingly public. So naturally, the sight of Rowan sitting inside Vale Group this morning confused everyone. Especially after the full mall footage leaked overnight. Two assistants standing near the reception desk whispered quietly while pretending to organize files. “Isn’t that him?” “The one from the video yesterday?” “The same one.” One of them glanced toward Rowan again before lowering her voice further. “I still can’t believe he slapped Director Shannon publicly.”