Lacey Evens Nude Novels & Stories

He was worried and nervous for a moment not until he saw a naked lady helplessly lying on the floor. Though she looked pitiful, she looked even lewder while lying on the floor naked than last night. “WHAT ARE YOU EVEN LOOKING AT?! AREN’T YOU GOING TO HELP ME!?” Eve snarled, her eyes even threatening of tears. In her life, she had never felt so humiliated before. Just how could she fall on the floor like a weakling with Lucas watching her? and the worst part was that she was even naked! Lucas almost chuckled at her pitiful state. He was supposed not to feel that way but she was just so adorable as she ranted on him.

Evelyn laughed a small laughter hysterically, “There's no revenge to be taken in the first place.” “I will not be your play thing Zayn Malik!” She added. Zayn grinned, moving closer to her, “One would think you didn't enjoy our last time together,” Eve flushed red at his words. He moved even closer to her, his hand started moving up her delicate legs, and she realized she wasn't wearing any underwear under the night gown as his hand went under the gown and grabbed her bare butt. She let out a gasp, and was about to stop him with her other hand that wasn't cuffed, but his free hand held it in place on the bed's headboard.

“Sure thing.” I expected her to call for a cat. Whistle. Something. Instead, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her leggings and pushed them down in one smooth motion. No panties. Just bare skin, smooth and inviting. Her pussy—shaved, lips already glistening slightly—came into view as the fabric hit her ankles. She kicked them off, then peeled her tank top over her head. Naked. Completely. Breasts full, nipples hard points in the cool air. My jaw dropped. Cock strained so hard it hurt. “Eve…”

Chapter 2. Her mother was arched in a perfect doggy-style position on the bed, completely naked and glistening with sweat. Her curvy, mature body looked incredible... her big, heavy breasts swinging and bouncing deliciously with every brutal thrust, the dark nipples rock-hard and swaying. Her round, full ass rippled and jiggled each time her partner slammed into her from behind, his powerful hips driving forward with force. Layla could see the thick, veined shaft of the man’s cock stretching her mother’s pink, dripping pussy wide open on every deep stroke, pulling out shiny and coated in creamy juices before slamming back in.

She is stunning. A black dress split at the thigh, bare back, simple yet elegant hairstyle. She moves with that natural confidence that drives me wild. I feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I curse myself for what I'm feeling. Especially in front of Cassandre, who clings to my arm with a tight smile. Lucas is already there, chatting with Lior. Cassandre quickly slips away to join Anaëlle, leaving me alone. And that's when I see them: Lyra and Daniel.

She asked bitterly, with her hands on the wardrobe handles without opening it. "What do you mean? I can decide to," I answered, before turning to leave the room. "Meet me downstairs," I yelled, trotting down the staircase. "I'm still going to see you naked," I whispered again, but not with the intention of being heard. After few minutes of waiting downstairs at the same time taking a cup of juice, Layla appeared in a yellow tank top, blue jean and black leather boots. "What a nice dress sense you have," I teased.

Zayn’s pov I came inside the packhouse, wanting to surprise Eve. Asher and Leia were still in the living room, watching a movie with their kids, and they told me I was welcome to go upstairs. I entered the room and heard the shower turn off, expecting Eve to step out in her pajamas or at least a towel, but my second mate liked walking around naked in her own room, it seemed. "I don’t mind that at all." Nadeem said appreciative. "Once we live with Eve, she can walk around naked all day long."

"No, he likes it-a lot. The less clothing the better. Even in his kitchen." Amanda shook her head. "Wait a minute-you're going along with this." Lyle nudged her. "You're surprised?" "With you or me, no. With Rebecca Cavanaugh, hell yes. I've only seen her completely naked once." "Do tell." Lyle's eyebrows went up and down in his best imitation of a perv leer. "You're gay," Amanda said with barely controlled patience. "The two of you never seem to mind when I talk about my fuck toys. You got the inside on Miss Priss's body over here, I get to hear it."

Ryder: If you were here right now, I’d pin you against the wall and make you say my name like you did in the garden. My breath hitched. Evie: You liked that? Ryder: Liked it? I fucking loved it. I squirmed against the sheets, feeling the ache between my legs grow unbearable, I clenched my legs so tightly as id that was enough to stop the wetness seeping into my panties. Evie: I want to see you. A second passed. Then— A photo. I inhaled sharply as I opened it. Ryder. Shirtless. Sitting on his bed, low sweatpants hanging off his hips, one hand gripping his phone, the other lazily resting against his hard, thick cock, the outline pressing against the fabric.

*She grinds her ass back teasingly, hedonistic eyes commanding as she spreads thighs wider, pussy lips parting invitingly, ready for filling. *Eyes widen in shock as they take in the scandalous scene before them - their best friend's mother, Stefanie, sprawled naked on the bed, laptop open to an array of hardcore pornography, her own body glistening with arousal. The provocative invitation hangs heavy in the air, a challenge issued directly to Y/N.*