Layla Roo Nude Novels & Stories

she moaned. Rohan did just that. He pounded away, spreading her legs as far as they could go. With her hand, Layla rubbed her clit. Her other hand pinched her nipples. Rohan fucked her roughly and vigorously. She was a whore. A whore for him, one he could fuck without repercussion. This thought turned him on even more.

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.

Elias nodded once. Layla went to her room and ran herself a long, hot bath, sinking into the scented water until her skin flushed pink. When she stepped out, she didn’t reach for her usual pajama nightwear. Instead she opened the bottom drawer of her dresser and pulled out a sheer black babydoll nightie. The lace cups barely covered her full breasts, the hem ending just below the curve of her arse with no knickers. She brushed her damp hair until it fell in soft waves over her shoulders, added a touch of gloss to her lips, and slipped on a silk robe that did nothing to hide the outline of her body.

The VIP room was small and dark, lit only by a faint purple light that made Layla’s skin look like glowing silk. She stood in the center of the room, and the three men, Marcus, Jax, and Leocouldn't breathe just looking at her. She was built with incredible curves, her waist tiny and her hips wide and heavy. Her breasts were the best part; they were huge, round, and so heavy they swayed beautifully with every step she took. The skin on her chest was pale and soft, and her nipples were dark and hard, poking out like they were begging to be tasted. She reached back and unhooked her gold bra, letting her heavy breasts fall free, bouncing softly as they were released. The men groaned at the sight

There was a gasp, then a loud shriek accompanied with Layla's surprised voice. It was only her head that was above the water while the rest of her naked body was hidden underneath the bubbles that filled the large bathtub. Her hair was piled high on top her head and a few wet strands were plastered to the sides of her face. She couldn't have looked more beautiful in Riven's eyes. "Riven",she shrieked in surprise when Riven just kept staring at her. "What's wrong? Did something happen?" Riven shut his eyes and shook his head to clear it. His beast was already calm with the presence of his mate, but now that he knew Layla was naked inside that tub, he couldn't get the image out of his head.

She said as she walked towards the tree line and I followed her not wanting to let her out of my sight. When Layla got far enough into the forest she turned to me and slowly began to pull the gown up over her head exposing her beautiful milky skin to me. My cock began to twitch in my pants at the sight of the perfect mounds on her chest and I couldn’t help but lick my lips wanting her harden nipples within my mouth again.

Turning the handle, he pushed the door open without announcement. The scene that greeted him was unexpected, and for a fleeting moment, even Colden's unflappable demeanor faltered—though only inwardly. Layla was just stepping out of the en-suite bathroom, her skin still glistening from a recent shower, wrapped in nothing but a plush white towel that hugged her figure like a second skin. Steam wafted from the open door behind her, carrying the faint scent of lavender and vanilla from her bath products. Her dark hair was damp, cascading in loose waves over her shoulders, and droplets of water traced lazy paths down her collarbone. The towel, knotted precariously at her chest, ended mid-thigh,

He stepped toward me with his hand reaching for my face. “Your eyes are a rare azure blue and stormy silver. Like a gem. It must be hard to go around with eyes like those, and hair with that tint in it.” He grabbed a strand of my hair, and looked at it. His face was in awe, but also had a hint of wonder. What was he thinking? “My name is Layla. What is yours?” I asked again, trying to get an answer. He was still looking at my hair. “Theodore..” He dropped my hair, and stepped back.

Slowly, Layla undid the buttons of her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders before undoing her bra with ease and letting it drop to the floor. Atreus watched her, looking as if it was taking all his power not to ravage her right there. She watched his eyes as she kicked off her shoes and undid the buttons on her jeans before sliding them down her thighs and stepping out of them. Her silk panties shortly followed. And there she stood, naked and vulnerable to his gaze, with her skin glowing softly in the firelight. "Have I ever told you how stunning you are, Layla?" he asked in a husky voice.

Sike and Nessa were closer to the entrance, like they always were, ready to run if something came. Just a dream. The same dream. The one I had been having for as long as I could remember. I wiped the sweat off my face and tried to slow my breathing. It never got easier. Every time I saw that woman fall, every time I heard that little girl scream, I woke up feeling like I had been the one hit by that arrow. . . . My name is Lila. I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life.