روايات وقصص ضمن Lucien Lorraine Nudes

F*CK! He then inserted his finger into the fabric I am wearing. My eyes rolled and my lips parted when he started rubbing my flesh. I can no longer hear the sound of nature for my ears are now filled with our own erotic moans. Moments later, his lips traveled from my chest, down to my navel. He then stopped and eyed me gently, asking for permission to go further. "Please, my love..." On cue, Lucien took off my underwear using his teeth. I tried covering my naked flesh but Lucien shoved my hand. Without wasting any seconds he dipped his head and gave me the pleasure I'd been waiting for.

The air hummed with it. I straddled his lap in my floral lingerie, the sheer lace bra and matching panties I'd slipped into after my shower, knowing exactly what it would do to him. The pink roses embroidered on the fabric were delicate, almost innocent, but the way the lace hugged my curves felt anything but. Lucien was in his silk night pants, loose and dark gray, hanging low on his hips. No shirt. No underwear. Freeballing, as he'd casually admitted once with that half-smile that always made my knees weak. His chest was bare, warm brown skin glowing under the low lamp, muscles shifting as he pulled me closer.

Lucien kissed down his neck, bit lightly, then pulled back. “Next outfit,” he said. Noah looked fucked up already. But he obeyed. Crop tops. Cat ear headbands. Thigh-high socks. Black lingerie that made Lucien groan out loud. A nude set that made Noah tremble because he felt too exposed. Every outfit ended with Lucien touching, kissing, tasting just enough to make Noah feel insane but not enough to finish. “Lucien, you’re torturing me,” Noah whispered at one point, face red, lips swollen, eyes watery.

Now he could not tear his eyes off her for the sight of the shirt wetly plastered to her burgeoning breasts, outlining her prominent dark nipples was something that made his co*k drip with pre-cum. He pictured himself, his mouth latched onto them as she groaned, begging him to fulfil her. He would teach her to tease him, he thought grimly, scowling at her. Running his hand through his hair wretchedly, Lucien Delano knew he would be spending most of the night jerking off with the vision of this woman standing before him her body on display so explicitly, tormenting him

Lucien opened the door to where his princess was and froze at the sight that greeted him and lower body reacted immediately, “damn!!”, he swore. Dianne was positioned naked on the bed with her ass in the air, her hands chained together to the head of the bed, her legs raised to a very inviting position, her naked body glistening waiting for him. “gad”, Lucien swore as he raked his hands through his hair, he could see everything, the way her body would fit snugly with his, her pussy looked ready to be fucked, he had a hell of a time controlling himself.

Mia quickly logs in. Kiera shoots me a questioning look. I ignore it. “No wonder he’s not into college girls,” a girl jokes. “He’s too hot to handle.” I almost roll my eyes at the comment. The same Professor Lucien who asked me for a blowjob. If only she knew. "Wow," Mia gushes. "He is smoking hot." Kiera and I lean over Mia’s shoulder. I nearly choke seeing the photos on her screen. Professor Lucien is at a bar or club, still in his work clothes—but his suit jacket is off, leaving only his white shirt. The top three buttons are undone, revealing his porcelain-white skin.

She was beautiful and terrible. Lucien’s detachment was shattered. The clinical artist vanished, replaced by the possessive beast she knew was always lurking beneath. The sight of her, marked and weeping in her chosen colors, ignited him. He pushed her backwards onto the palette table itself. Tubes of paint and mounds of color were scattered and smeared across her back and hair. The rich, oily scents of linseed and pigment exploded around them. He was on her in an instant, his trousers shoved down, his dick, already slick with his own arousal, seeking the entrance he had just painted.

But it was the only way to save her mom, and the only way to protect Lila from the mess Jason was letting her drown in. By the time my car pulled up at the courthouse, the noise outside was insane. Camera flashes exploded against the dark windows. The media had gone nuts. The news that Lucien Knight was getting married again—to some random girl from a broke family—had completely shocked the world. The headlines were already nasty. They called her a golddigger. They claimed she blackmailed me, or that she was faking being pregnant to get my money. I got out of the car, adjusting my suit jacket. A few feet away, Lila was getting out of hers. She looked so tiny next to the aggressive crowd of r