Lance Barber Nudes Novels & Stories

A photo of a woman’s bare chest, nipples peaked, lips parted. “I’m waiting, Daddy." The caption read. His thumb hovered. Then— Lancaster: “Be ready in twenty."

The room was finesse at it's peak. "It's beautiful" I muttered as I stood besides the bed. I turned to see Lance undressing so I flushed and looked away. Was he going to keep on doing this? But why couldn't I just resist the urge to look at him. I couldn't just help but imagine his sexy abs and butt cheeks. I slapped myself. How could I admire someone I hated? I took a sneak peak at him. He was on more casual shorts now but he was still shirtless. Why was he changing anyway? Was he leaving already?

Kelly I couldn’t describe the relief that flooded through me the moment I saw Alaric. Even shirtless, standing in the pale glow of the moonlight pouring through the broken window, he looked like a knight in shining armor— no, fiercer than that. His chest rose and fell sharply, muscles taut, veins standing out as though ready to strike down the world itself for daring to harm me. The moment my trembling body collided with his, the dam broke. I sobbed into his chest, shaking uncontrollably, my tears soaking into his warm skin.

She was gyrating her p***y into his face, encouraging him for more. With his free hand he undid his trousers and they fell to his ankles. He stood there looking ridiculous with his c**k hanging out. He covered her p***y with his mouth nuzzling and sucking. With his free hand he removed his shirt. Now that they were both naked, Professor Lance had his face smothered in her and she was bent over, moaning and grabbing her breasts. Her head flung upwards, her breathing coming in gasps.

The community turned on them instantly. "I know that Beta girl," one user commented. "She was hunting bonded males the second she came of age." Then came the final blow: someone leaked footage of Cynthia at a Rogue gathering the month before, drunk and draped over several unmated males. When the former Luna saw it, she snapped. She stormed into Cynthia’s room, shaking with a primal fury. "You filthy little liar!" the old woman shrieked, grabbing Cynthia by the hair. "How dare you play this family? How dare you use my son!"

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

she sobs, fear and pain lacing her voice as Lance begins to groan in time with the sound of a porno that Levi found online. I have to cover my mouth to stifle the laughter that threatens to spill as we listen to my beta begging for someone to stop, her sobs and slight whimpers of both pain and pleasure being something I did not expect to escape from her lips. Lance, who sits next to her, has his eyes closed as he groans and moans, seemingly ignoring his captor’s pleas to stop. “Fuck. Leave him be to enjoy himself!” Marcus shouts through the phone, and Sabrina pretends to back away.

Sandy turned to Calvary, looking at him with an expression of understanding as she walked out of the tavern with Lance. Back in the hotel room, Lance called for room service before he went to have a long shower. Coming back into the room, he found Sandy helping herself to some of the snacks which had been brought by the waiter. She looked at Lance apologetically but he just smiled at her and asked her to take a shower too. As soon as she was done, Sandy walked back into the room where she found Lance sipping on a glass of red wine, shirtless. “What a handsome man!” Sandy’s inner voice pondered as she gasped, closing the distance between them.

“My name is Nina Stevens. I’ve known Alaric for years, but don’t worry, I’m not his ‘white moonlight’ or anything like that. I don’t even like his type. I prefer pretty boys.” She rattled off her explanation in one breath, as if afraid Emerald might misunderstand. At the mention of pretty boys, Emerald’s gaze instinctively drifted toward Lance, who was standing right beside them. Bam! Lance slammed the table, his expression indignant. “Why are you looking at me?! I’m not a gigolo! Do you want to see my eight-pack abs?!” His sudden outburst drew the attention of everyone nearby. A murmur of interest rippled through the room, as if people actually wanted him to prove it.

His gaze held mine, smoldering, almost playful, as he looked down at me sprawled beneath him, my legs parted on either side, my chest rising and falling as I tried to steady my breath. With a slow, deliberate movement, Lance began to unbutton his shirt, revealing each line of his toned body, his six-pack muscles flexing as he shrugged his shirt off, letting it fall to the ground. I bit my lower lip, savoring the sight of him, warmth blooming through me as I admired every inch of him.