Luca Hollestelle Nude Novels & Stories

"We were thinking... maybe you needed a private celebration? Away from all the noise?" Staring down at them, Luca’s mind immediately went straight to the gutter. He tracked the deep cleavage of the girl in the red top, blatantly noting how her breasts pushed together, ripe and heavy against the thin fabric. Shifting his dark gaze to the girl in mesh, he easily saw the distinct outline of a black thong underneath the sheer material. *God, I could take them both right here,* he thought, his pulse spiking. *Bend the red one over the marble kitchen island while the brunette gets on her knees. One hour. Nobody would even know.*

he murmurs. “Fuck yes,” I hiss and press harder against the knife, but he takes it away, and I open my eyes, watching as he sits back on his knees on the bed and with his eyes on me, he rips off his jacket and shirt, tossing them away before getting to his feet and taking off his jeans and shoes, exposing his hard cock. My mouth waters at the sight as I hear a noise and glance over to see Luca reclining in a window chair. He’s naked and stroking his cock as he watches me with a bottle of lube in his hands.

I whispered, half to myself. Luca didn’t answer with words. He lifted me like I weighed nothing and dropped my ass onto the edge of his big mahogany desk, spreading my legs wide with his hands on my thighs. Before I could catch my breath he ripped my blouse open, the buttons flying everywhere. His large palms grabbed my breasts, squeezing hard, his thumbs flicking over my stiff nipples. I gasped loud, my back arching into his touch. “Oh shit…” He tore my panties off in one rough yank, the thin fabric giving way easily, leaving me completely exposed except for my skirt bunched up around my waist.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Lukas: I opened my eyes slightly to see Mia in my face, fast asleep. We were both naked. Her soft, luscious breasts were pressed against my chest and her scent filled my nostrils. She moved slightly, pressing herself even more against me, a soft, sleepy whimper escaped her lips. It stirred something inside me. I cursed when I felt my cock harden. Memories of my cock deep in her mouth inevitably haunted my thoughts. Her lashes fluttered open.

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

Something watching from the shadows. I reached the ground floor and found my way to the kitchen. It was enormous, all stainless steel and dark granite. I poured myself a glass of water and leaned against the counter, drinking it in slow, desperate gulps. "You should be sleeping." I spun around, the glass slipping from my hand, and shattering on the floor. Luca stood in the doorway. He was shirtless, wearing only grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His chest was broad, sculpted, covered in a pattern of dark tattoos I had never seen before, tribal markings that seemed to move in the moonlight.

Title pulsing: “JOURNALIST’S CUNT: CONFESSION & CONQUEST – LIVE” Luca stood over me, shirt gone, cross swinging between carved abs. Mara knelt at his feet, silver collar shining, and mouth wrapped around his cock—thick, veined, angry—sucking slow and sloppy, spit dripping down her chin onto the floor. She pulled off with a wet pop. “Time to wake the slut,” she purred, crawling up my body, fingers digging into my thighs, and spreading me wider. Luca grabbed the handheld 8K.

Though, nobody has dared told her to quit being a bitch. Victoria Neva: Whoa. Look who got themselves a rich paedophile. She whistles, blue eyes glistening in mischief as she watches Cho cross the parking lot. Luca pulls his long, dark waves back and fastens the ponytail with an elastic band. He rolls his eyes at Victoria, withholding comment. Julian Benjamin: He looks clean. Luca Moya: He looks clean? What the hell is that supposed to mean? He glances at Cho, who pauses at the bottom of the steps, glancing up at the school. He then notices the new outfit— the one he'd modelled for Halo and Jessie the day before.

he said and ground his hard manhood in between my legs. I gasped and clenched my fists. I feel it more now because I'm only wearing underwear on the bottom. I looked at Luca. He smirked at me and slightly moved away. I just bit my lower lip when he started removing his shirt, revealing his muscled and tattooed body. Is he even a human being? How can he be this hot and attractive?