Lacey Bloom Nude Novels & Stories

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!”

"I'm the birthday girl—you can't get me back. That would just be morally wrong." Zac's eyebrows raised. He shot me a 'really?' look. "It would be morally wrong to let you get away this, Bloom." "It's ice cream!" I sputtered between laughs as I tried to further myself away from him. He took a spoonful of ice cream and started walking towards me slowly. "Just lick it off your nose." "I think I'd prefer it if you licked it off, love." He grinned evilly as he continued getting closer to me. He wiped the ice cream off this nose with his thumb before licking his thumb.

When I was seven, I stole a phone and called my mother's family. That was how I finally got her out of the compound where my father had kept her prisoner. When my grandfather stormed into the cellar, Mom was chained by the neck, with bloodstained whips scattered at her feet. He beat my father nearly to death. The man spent the rest of his life paralyzed and bedridden. Before Mom got into the car, she reached for me through her tears. "Evan, come with me." I grabbed the hem of her coat—and then I remembered my previous life. Back then, she had taken me with her. Her family had never accepted her for bringing home the son of the man who destroyed her life. She endured years of contempt for

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.

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.

The air was rich with the scent of earth, damp roses, and something faintly metallic, a lingering tang that made Nickey’s pulse tighten. Nickey’s eyes were fixed on Trina. She moved among the blooms with slow, deliberate care, a pair of pruning shears in her delicate hands. The black lace of her dress clung to her figure, the fabric swaying with each subtle shift of her hips. Her hum, low and melodic, drifted through the garden like a siren’s song. Each note threaded into Nickey’s chest, stirring a mix of desire and the sharp edge of vengeance he had been nursing for months. Michael, his cousin, had orchestrated the explosion—the one that had ripped apart Nickey’s life and left him searching

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?

There was a time during my grief that I would stare at the trees and sky for several hours, till I downed a whole bottle of liquor, and was totally wasted. Layla had changed from the midi gown, Rosa tucked her in, into a purple tank top and white pajamas shorts, with purple hibiscus design on it, that stopped at her mid thigh. I had to admit that she was sexy as hell. The dress was originally for Sarah, but it fitted Layla so well. My dick twitched at the thought of swatting her rump, or having to behold the creamy skin that swept me off my feet in the early hours of the morning more clearly, but I quickly brushed it off my mind.

Liam was strolling in with his hands in his pockets, honey-blonde hair still slightly messy, wearing a grey t-shirt like he'd rolled out of bed twenty minutes ago and decided that was enough effort. “You look like shit.” Maeve shook her head. “So they said.” Liam replied ruffling his hands into his hair while scanning around. “Why haven't you started yet?” "We're warming up," Maeve said. Liam looked at her. Then at the two recruits. Then back at her. "Go easy on her," he said simply. Maeve stared at him. "Excuse me?" "You heard me." He shrugged, completely unbothered. "She's our Luna."

I opened my phone to see that she had sent me a video and when I tapped on it she appeared on the screen wearing nothing but nipple covers and a string panties. She was practically naked like this and she had a glass of wine in her hands. I watched as she reclined lazily, her expression soft, eyes half-lidded with something deliberate behind them. She tilted her glass slowly, letting the wine spill on her large breasts intentionally. It was very obvious and was trying to seduce me and boy was it working. My jaw tightened slightly as I thought about all the things I could do to her this minute. Lyra knew how to be a good cock sleeve and I let her be mine because she was a damn good slut.