Lauren London Nude Novels & Stories

“That’s Rylan’s mother. She still looks beautiful even in her late forties.” A stir alongside me glancing straight—into Rylan’s mother’s face. Brown-haired, dark-eyed, with the remnants of the beauty of her earlier years still visible in her face, now in her mid-forties and growing sadly dumpy. Moving with calculated slowness, I inclined my head where my chaperone as asked me to. “Luna.” She flicked an irritated gaze up and down my figure, her gaze lingering on the large diamond I wore in my cravat; it had been The Alpha’s and was part of the family jewels, none of whichever she’d been permitted to appropriate after Alaric’s mother's death.

it seems like he is right after all, Lucien has the same effect on everyone around him as well. I can't help but notice that Lauren is dressed in leather pants and a black leather jacket, and she looks like a badass biker girl. Her hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail, and she looks even more beautiful than I remembered. She's taller than I remembered too, and she has a presence about her that's both intimidating and alluring. I feel my cheeks growing warm, and I look away, hoping she doesn't notice my blush.

she says. "I still don't want to, you know, do anything but it feels weird to be the only one naked," Kristina says, sitting cross-legged on the bed much like Lauren did when we watched the videos. In this position Kristina's thin pussy lips are spread open and I'm almost drooling. I realize I've missed running my hands through her light blonde pubic hair and stroking her delicate pussy. "The video, Brandon," Lauren laughs, drawing my attention from Kristina's pussy. Lauren sits next to Kristina making the view on the bed even more enticing.

With certain care, the woman laid my body on the huge bed, taking advantage of the short break to remove her jeans. I accommodated myself better on the soft mattress, having the sight of a half-naked Lauren approaching. She smiled mischievously and intensely, making me bite mny lip in eagerness for her touch. With the evident delicacy of a woman's touch, she removed the thin panties that I was wearing, exposing my wet and throbbing sex to her. I spread my legs for her, giving the clear sight of what she most longed there. I saw her swallow hard, with her flaming gaze in my direction. Lauren took off her bra, giving me the opportunity to once again see her so perfectly round and median breast

But right now, with the city lights shining through the glass windows, I didn't give a shit about the money. I only cared about the woman who was currently sneaking down the corridor to see me. The door clicked open. Lauren stepped into the room, closing it softly behind her. She was wearing a simple, oversized black shirt and loose pants, her dark hair tangled around her shoulders. She looked exhausted, her sharp eyes scanning the room before they finally landed on me. "Julian," she whispered, her voice rough. "You shouldn't have called me here. If Serena wakes up–"