Novel & Cerita Leo Harley Nude

There's something every woman should know about a Harley: when you're straddling the seat, pressed-even slightly-against the gas tank, and there's a gorgeous guy behind you, all of a sudden every bounce, every vibration, every bump in the damn road becomes erotic. For the record, every move of my hips against his legs seems to cause some arousal from behind as well. I can feel his cock hardening. Holy hell, I'm hyper-aware of his manhood pressing into my backside. I'm distracted, to say the least, and he's not wearing a helmet.

Maybe boxing or karate. Alex's cry of “Ryan wait!" cut through my chest like a hot knife. He was seeing someone else? He was seeing someone else?!! I took the stairs slowly, not wanting the boy to suspect being followed. I came out of the building in time to see him latch his helmet while sitting astride a motorcycle. The perp owned a Harley. Brand New by the looks of it. They didn't come cheap. And neither did the watch on his left hand. Handsome, athletic and rich.

The Luna's sharp glare made me shut up and rearrange my thoughts. Looking down on my socked feet, I said, "I saw a guy and a girl naked...at La Stanza Nera." I didn't know why I added the last part. It was a dire mistake that would land me in trouble, no doubts. Oh, how I'd blown this up. How had gotten Mamma and I into trouble? "A naked guy, you say," the Luna sighed. "Describe him." What? I whipped my head at her. Her deadpanned expression pinched me harder. I pursed my lips. "Uhm...he, uh. He's uhm, dark-haired. Muscled, uhm...has a, uh, wolf tattoo on his arm."

“First Harley gets her alone in a cabin. Then you get her falling into your arms in skin-tight gym wear. And me? I get memes of my flirt fails in the group chat. Unreal.” “A group chat that you made and forced all of us to join.” “Shut up, I’m already annoyed.” Luca said, then smiled just a little. “But then again, it’s you. And I know you’ll find a way to ruin it before I get my chance.” I didn’t respond. Because that was probably true. Then Harley arrived. He didn’t say anything. Just slid into the seat beside me and passed his phone down on the table. The same photo stared back up at me. Only this time, zoomed in. Cropped. Edited in black and white.

My mouth dropped open when she pulled her pants alongside and she stood looking at me naked, with her head nipples pointing at me. “Have you gone mad Harley? Do you expect me to fuck you where my Catherine's ashes were dissolved?" I asked, pointing towards the river, and Harley just smiled at me, wiggling her boobs in my direction and coming closer to me. “And that would be mind-blowing if you let me ride you here," She whispered as she placed her hands on my chest and drew me closer to her. Now my body was touching her naked breath and her hard nipples pressed against my chest.

The ground rumbled beneath my feet. Harley clapped her hands together. “This is the best part. Can you feel it? The tension? The adrenaline? The anticipation of the race is almost better than the race itself.” “I doubt the dudes in the cars feel the same way.” “I don’t give a damn how they feel,” Harley said. Then she pulled off her red shirt. Underneath she was wearing a strappy black bra under a mesh tank top. Her black pants had gold buttons up the hips and the boots she wore came up over her knees. She stepped off the gravel and onto the pavement and walked out to the middle of the road.

Harley said, her piercing gaze sweeping across the room as she quickly identified their potential clients, she approached a group of men, oozing confidence as she played her part, "Good evening, gentlemen," she purred, flashing a seductive smile, "looking for something special tonight?" Harley asked, The men exchanged glances, their eyes filled with greed, they were well aware of the reputation Ricardo's kingdom held, and they were eager to get a taste of the forbidden, "We heard you have the best quality," one of the men replied, his voice laced with excitement. "What do you have for us?" the man asked, Harley reached into her bag, revealing a small vial filled with a powdery substance, "Th

Wearing glasses, not a hair out of place, with more muscles than any one man should ever have— he looked like a nerdy version of Arnorld Schwarzenegger. The ‘nerdy Schwarzenegger’ adjusted his glasses, the left lens cracked. His cut-off sleeves revealed tattoos that didn’t match—a Celtic cross on one bicep, a veve for Erzulie on the other. The burly one spat tobacco, his beard streaked with gray. "Familia to you, mami?," he asked, slowing the motorcycle down to a crawl. "I don't think so," I replied cautiously. "Stay close behind me until we know who's who, ok?," he stated. I gripped tighter to the back of his shirt in response. I had never seen these men in my life and none of Louise's fami

And Raul did his best to cover me. Just as I got to the place where my motorcycle was parked, I heard it. My K2 black panther main battle tank, approaching in its full speed. Proud of my investment, a humorous giggle escaped me. Harley and Izzy were mounted on the tank, fully armored, grinning like lunatics. The sight of them further warmed my heart. "We are bringing the war to you bitches!" Harley hollered. I laughed. The bike’s engine roared to life and I sped off.

That night was quiet. Only the sounds of crickets and the rustling wind accompanied Harley as he sat on the roof of the Lee family house. His long hair, almost touching his shoulders, fluttered gently in the spring breeze. That hair was a symbol of his new life, an identity born from wounds and escape.