Lacey Bloom Nude Novels & Stories

Rhye grunted, feeling as if he’d just been hit in the stomach with a sledgehammer. Against his will his eyes lowered, feasting on the slender limbs that were toned with muscle and covered with flawless ivory skin. She wore a flimsy bit of lace that covered her breasts, but it was no barrier to his greedy gaze. Not when the rosy nipples hardened beneath his hot gaze. A roaring need to tumble her onto the nearby bed instead had Rhye backing away until he banged into the wall. "Lily, what the hell are you doing?" With a wicked smile, Lily casually reached up to snap the tiny clip of her bra, dropping it on top of her shirt.

She could feel the countdown as if the hands of a clock were inside her throat. Tic-tic-tic. It was this anxiety that made her blind to the fact that Roseanne and Layla had entered the room. Layla was already dressed in a white flowy gown that wasn’t that different from the one Rebecca wore. Rosie was completely naked since she’d just got back from her long bath. She dripped water everywhere as she padded over to the closet. The towel wrapped around her waist was comically small. Layla curled her lip. “Ugh. You’re getting the floor all wet!”

Barefoot, she padded out to the hall, a slim, casually clad figure in skinny jeans and a striped navy and white sweater, her vibrant long hair restrained in a braid that hung halfway down her back. She pronounced it numbly, shattered to find the leading character in her daydreams in the flesh on the doorstep. ‘Why didn’t you answer my text?’ I’m afraid I didn’t have an answer for you at the time. Lucas was so close to Layla that he could tell she was wearing no make-up and the sheer glow of her creamy cheeks and bright pale green eyes knocked him flat. She was even more beautiful than he remembered, and a fleeting memory of her pale hands stroking down over his stomach gripped him, resulting

she said loud enough for everyone to hear. "Mom," I laugh. She winks at me and strolls out, Karen and I in tow. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I bring it out to check it. It's a flash call from my sneaky link, Layla. And she just sent some nudes! Pictures and videos of that luscious thick body. Damn, I'm going to deal with her tonight. In a good way. I lock my screen quickly for fear of being caught, then I stick my phone into the pocket of my pants, the movement making my lower body react deliciously as images of Layla's naked body fill my mind.

Lea is weaving between the trees. “Don't mark her Neo; we are just going to play with Lea.'' Neo growls; there is no way he will hurt our mate. Lea stops suddenly wagging her tail at Neo, panting; at least one of them has a bit of sense. Shifting back, I say “Hello Lea, can I talk to Layla now?” Lea purrs, forcing Layla to shift back. I smile; she is perfect; white blonde hair falls to her waist, green eyes sparkling with anger, she is tanned from the sun and has beautiful firm tits that I can't take my eyes off.

Decades in the making, passed down from generation to generation, crafting the perfect hostile take over. I had never intended to fall for a girl. My focus was the mission. Overthrow the humans rule one of the zombie hordes as king. It was what I had spent years building towards. Then I met Lacy with her medium length mocha brown hair in layers with messy bangs, hazel eyes, a pretty face, a coca-cola body figure, and nice sized boobs. She was a book nerd but had a little edge to her style. Torn-up jeans, black shirts, black painted nails, and black canvas shoes. Lacey Thorne was the things my sex dreams were made of. Sweet, innocent, totally capable, with a slight edge to her.

Chapter 27: I Trusted Her Before I Knew Her Name The sky hadn’t changed, but Aria had. She stood barefoot in the apartment, staring at the tenth bloom. It had pushed through the cracks in her ceiling like it was meant to be there. Its petals were long, curled, slick with some kind of dew that shimmered when she moved her head. Ten of them now. Ten different blooms. Ten different colors, shapes, textures — none of them natural, none of them replicable. Each of them pulsing, quietly alive.

he called back, trying to sound calm. But the hum grew louder. --- Midnight came. Sleep refused him. The garden called. He crept to the window and froze. There was Trina, by the fountain. Moonlight painted her skin pale silver as her dress rode high on her thighs, fabric gathered at her waist. One hand moved between her legs in a slow, deliberate rhythm, her moans filling the night. The other cupped her breast, squeezing gently, her head thrown back in abandon. Nickey’s breath caught. He should look away—he didn’t. He couldn’t.

It must be the vodka. Has to be the damn thing really kicking in now. Because my eyes won't stop roaming eover very mouthwatering piece of this man's body. And that's when it hits me. This man is almost nude— save the tattoo perfectly sitting on his chest, flexing his abs and pectorals. Other than that, it's just a tiny towel wrapped around his waist, looking like it might snap loose at the slightest movement. Holy hell, I'm so freaking done for! Is this Lyra girl not just a stripper but a whore?

She is mesmerized by my dick and keeps playing with it until I ask her nicely to stop. She asks me why she can't play with it anymore and then I explain to her, how horny I am and that I will need to fuck her. Layla seems to have the mind of a little girl, but her body, now that it is all clean, looks amazing, I can barely abstain myself. When I try to get up from the tub, Layla starts screaming that she wants to play with my cock. I try to calm her down, but I do not succeed until I sit in the tub and let her keep playing.