Lover Laci Nude Novels & Stories

The steam from the shower curled around Alpha Nathan’s powerful form as he stepped onto the cool marble of the bedroom floor, a towel slung low around his hips. His gaze, sharp and assessing, swept the room and froze. There she was. Luna Beatrice lay stretched across the dark silk of their bed, a vision of deliberate provocation. Completely naked. The moonlight filtering through the window painted her curves in silver. One arm was draped above her head, the other resting on her flat stomach. And her legs… her legs were spread wide open, an unashamed, carnal invitation.

Elena was out of her mind, for she had just sent the president her nude photo, lying on the bed only on a red garter. He was more amazed than shocked. He never expected her to go this far. Now he was sure... Nico had just met a stubborn match. And this one wouldn't cry in the backseat of his car.

When it was really funny, Lacy would take pictures with her phone and send it to Austin and Renz, which was a little embarrassing, but hey, Austin wanted me to smile and laugh, right? After buying mountains of clothes, shoes and accessories, Lacy took me to a place called Victoria’s Secret. I didn’t know there was a place especially for bras and panties. I had no idea they could look that pretty too. Lacy asks my size, and I said extra large. She cocked her head to the side and asked me if I was ever fitted for a bra before. My cheeks redden and that was all the response needed for Lacy to get a sales person to measure my size. I found out I’m a 38D, which made Lacy whistle and then the most

I am one hundred percent sure that Lucinda won't give me any. Lucinda seats on my bed. Just when I think she is about to scold me for my stupidity, she does the exact opposite. She takes me In her hands and pulls me for a hug. She pats my back for a few seconds before letting me go. Bringing her phone out of her pants, she shows me a picture that makes me crack up. We both start laughing like hyenas, anyone who sees us in this state would probably think we are on crack. The picture is that of a little Nathan. He is naked and crying with snot running down his nose. His eyes are red and his hands are raised as if waiting for someone to carry him.

Arching off the recliner seat, she tried to press her entire body against his rigid, sculpted frame. But Luciano had a different plan. His large hands dragged up the soft fabric of her oversized pink t-shirt, kneading her breasts until a sharp, muffled moan was swallowed by his mouth. Without breaking the kiss, his hands drifted down, hooking beneath the hem of her shirt and sliding past the waistband of her black yoga pants. He dug deeper, searching, until his fingers brushed the unmistakable lace barrier. He caught her lower lip harshly between his teeth, biting down until she gasped against his mouth—a sudden, sharp punishment.

He couldn't wait to see what she did in the privacy of her own room. The next morning, Nate woke up early and rushed to his computer to watch the footage from the night before. As he hit play, he saw Lila enter the room, wearing a silky robe that clung to her curves. She walked over to her dresser and began to undress, revealing her perfect breasts and toned stomach.

she said, trying to convince her friend to erase it. "Sorry, Laurie, but I'm gonna keep it. It's too hot to erase. You're a naughty little whore, you know that?" Nicole said, showing her the picture. It clearly showed Lauren's naked body being pounded by her son, who thankfully was turned around enough to be unable to be identified in the picture. In the picture, Lauren's tits were perfectly on display, and you could just make out the shape of her son's cock stretching the entrance to her tight pussy. It was certainly quite a bit more than even a "risqué" photo.

Lacey's voice was stilted, clearly she was putting something on when she said this. "You're both mental patients you know that?" Olivia shook her head in disbelief. "Oh hush up and tell me how this looks." Lacey's voice was clearer now, standing in the room proper instead of the closet. Olivia tilted her head up and there was Lacey, wearing a pink lace demi-bra and matching panties. Olivia just stared for a second. She'd seen Lacey in various forms of undress before but this...well, this was new. Lacey was just gorgeous, those 32DD's(which would never have fit in any two of her sports bras) the busty top of a body that did indeed look like a p**n starlet's. With her pierced navel, shapely le

He completely dropped her onto the thick, expensive mattress. Hazel sank entirely into the pillows, skin glistening with sweat, body raw and thoroughly fucked. Her chest rose and fell in frantic little gasps, face flushed deep crimson, thighs trembling. The black lace garter and stockings were still on, but one heel had fallen off somewhere along the way; the other dangled from her toes. Her pink pussy glistened obscenely, swollen and dripping with their combined release. Xavier stood at the edge of the bed, completely staring down at her. His intense blue eyes were completely unreadable in the heavy shadows of the room, but the hunger in them hadn’t faded.

"I won’t let you ruin yourself—or this pack—because of a woman. You need sleep. Your lack of it is making you reckless." "Move," I said, voice calm now. Dangerous. He moved. Smart choice. Because I would’ve put him on the ground if he hadn’t. "And you say you don’t feel anything for her," he muttered. I froze just outside the VIP room. Her scent hit me first—lilies and lavender. Sweet. Familiar. Dangerous. "No. I don’t," I lied. I stepped in. "Get out, Lyra," I said, locking eyes with her.