Le'veon Bell Nude Novels & Stories

Breaking my hold, he made a move back in the seat and started undoing the buttons on his shirt, shedding it before moving to his the zipper on his pants. "Kind of hard to do it dressed, Levi," he said when I hadn't started taking off my own clothes yet. I had been too enthralled with watching him, the way he moved so easily and comfortably. I had seen my fair share of naked women in my life, some I wanted to bleach from my memory, but then there was Conan, that possessed something otherworldly about his physical self. No one could make me feel the way he did when he was nude before me, giving and vulnerable.

NOAH Leo slid his phone across the bar toward me like it was a live grenade. “Man, you need to see this,” he said, voice low, eyes serious. “But brace yourself.” I didn’t want to look. Something in his tone already told me it was bad. But I picked up the phone anyway. The screen was paused on a video thumbnail. A woman on her knees. Dark hair spilling over bare shoulders. Head tilted back. Mouth open. A man behind her, hand fisted in that hair, hips flush against her ass.

Outside the little oval plane window, the sky was turning to this kind of insane mix of lavender and gold. Leon was sprawled across from me, his legs wide, and his shirt open halfway down his chest. One arm was thrown along the back of the seat, and the other one was busy holding his phone. The screen lit up his face in cold blue kind of color, and every few seconds, his usual low, dirty laugh rolled out of him. It sounded deep and private. The kind that made my stomach flip and my thighs press together without permission. I hated when that laugh wasn’t for me.

The initial awkwardness seemed to fade as Leo found his rhythm and managed to keep up with Luna during the photoshoot for Lking's latest product. The camera flashes continued to illuminate Luna and Leo for the past hour. They had gone through three different outfits, and now they were on the final one. This last outfit was slightly more revealing, adhering to a sexy theme. Luna wore hotpants paired with a leather bra top. Leo, on the other hand, was shirtless, with several crisscrossing straps that extended from his shoulders to his waist, and he wore tight pants made from the same material. "Good, move a bit closer," the photographer directed, continuously snapping shots of Leo and Luna. Th

Alex pulled away from Luna, leaving her looking surprised. He smiled and said, "Now is the time to take a dive. Can you do it?" She nodded in agreement. He turned to face the water, and Luna followed suit. "On the count of two... one... go!" They both jumped off the ground and dived into the pool after Alex counted. The videographer moved around the pool, capturing them from different angles. As Alex swam, he kept smiling, playfully splashing drops of water at Luna, who laughed along. They looked adorable together, and anyone who saw them would assume they were in love.

Jesus, I want anything in me. “The dildo.” I whimper. Leonel smiles darkly, planting a kiss on my nose before commanding, “Get on the bed.” I’m too desperate to protest, so I scurry away from him, lying down on the rose petal-covered bed. I watch him yank off his T-shirt to reveal those rippling abs that always have me mesmerised. He bends by my box, giving me an incredible view of his toned back and the sharp dip of his V-line. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I say without thinking.

Leone pulled back then, holding her at arm’s length. “My God… even here, wet from head to toe, you’re still beautiful,” Leone told her. “I love this image of you… Your wet skin, the water all over you.” He ran a finger between her breasts, down the center of her stomach. “Wet skin. I should have put you in here in my white shirt. See the fabric getting wet while on you...” Leone touched the tip of one of her nipples with his fingertip. “But this is good, too. Seeing you harden. Seeing the pink turn into cherry red when you become more excited.”

"You gotta see this." He turned the phone towards me, revealing a picture of a woman who looked to be around 23 or 25. She was wearing a dress that barely qualified as clothing. It hugged her body like a second skin, showing off her generous tits that threatened to spill out at any moment. The plunging neckline exposed more than it concealed, and her legs stretched on forever, ending in high heels that made her ass look impossibly round and firm. Leo swiped through more photos—one where she posed seductively on a bed, completely naked, her legs spread wide, showing off her glistening pussy; another where she arched her back, her huge tits on full display with nipples hard as diamonds.

Leon said as he held up the clear glass filled with mineral water. Venus then opened the box and took out a brand new cell phone that was inside. After that, Venus looked back at Leon. "Thank you," she said and smiled. Leon, who was drinking water, glanced at Venus and saw the sweet smile on Venus' face. 'Does getting a cell phone really make her happy like that? Or maybe she's just pretending in front of me?' Leon thought as he closed his eyes for a while until he finally finished the mineral water in his glass and then put the glass back on the table.

Now reality glared at her in form of the high-end fashionista whose cologne was intoxicating even to the female gender. "Belle, you make it difficult to get over you." Leon's voice was a whisper, spoken so closely to her ears it startled her. He had been busy earlier stepping into the dais after his videos and photos have been unveiled. His presence had as expected doubled the orders, and now their problem would be meeting deadlines and ensuring they had enough material for distribution. He was also dressed in tux and looked like a prince charming with his hair swept back. But he didn't captivate her, and she didn't have the urge to get lost in those honey brown orbs.