Melissa Marie Elias Nude Novels & Stories

Maxwell Ellie is leaning over the counter. Her breast almost spilling over the small bikini top. The thong of her swimsuit draws attention to her firm buttocks. I lightly run my fingers up the back of her thigh. Ellie jumps, but relaxes when I put my hand on her back. In a gentle voice, I say, “We got married eight months ago, and I have never gotten a good look at you naked.” “Would you like to see?” she asks as she seductively shakes her hips.

Elise did her best to disguise her discomfort over the fact that Nate Kimble was seated directly across from her. To his left was Lilith Bertram and to his right was the beautiful Melissa Jameson. Melissa recently came out and was actively searching for a union with an eligible man. Unlike the Pratts, the Jamesons considered Nate Kimble to be an excellent catch. Therefore, Melissa was working hard to gain his favor. Considering Lilith was on his opposite side and she was certain he wanted to avoid any and all conversation with her, it made sense that Nate would pour all his attention on Melissa. The fact that she was a beautiful green-eyed redhead only served to sweeten the situation.

Maria’s POV “Elias… please,” I whimpered, my voice thin and trembling, every breath ragged as my hands slid over my breasts, pressing my aching nipples together for the barest relief. He stood there, shirtless, the low light catching the sheen of sweat across his sculpted chest. Loose grey sweatpants hung low on his hips, doing nothing to hide the thick, heavy length straining against the fabric. My mouth watered at the sight, and it took every shred of control not to drop to my knees and taste him.

"What the hell is leaf boy and is she calling me that? she must be insane, such a beauty to be insane. who are you and what are you doing in my house naked I asked her again and she ignored me and tried touching me again and I moved back. "Who sent you here to seduce me you S**t" I said and she frowned. "why are you still calling me s**t again? you keep calling me s**t all the time, I have told you that my name is Melissa and not s**t, Perhaps I might look like your s**t girl but I am not her" she said and I find myself chuckling. "Are you insane? I asked her and she glared at me getting angry "I just told you now that I am not your insane and your s**t that my name is Melissa; can't you hea

Then I turned around, bent over, and lifted the back of my skirt, fully exposing my round ass and glistening wet pussy to all of them. My smooth pink lips were visibly wet and shiny. A thin string of my juices slowly dripped down my inner thigh. I stayed bent like that, ass up and pussy on full display while they stared. One of the men held up his phone. "Can we take some pictures, Marcus?" Marcus looked at me. "Elena, would you like to pose for some nice semi-nude photos for us?" I hesitated for half a second, but his calm gaze melted me. "Yes, Sir..." I whispered.

The next picture came out and was zoomed. I blinked once and then twice as I stared at Melissa, placing her hand on her chest. Her hair was quite messy. "Wait." I pointed, my mouth falling open. "No fucking way!" "What was Melissa Luca, a married woman doing at Stars Club at 4 a.m, looking pretty fucked. Literally." Then the answer dawned on me. She was fucking me. Holy shit.

These really… these really were breasts. I pulled my hand back instantly like I had just been burned by open flames, falling straight back on my ass on the dirt floor. I sat there, completely shell-shocked, staring down at the unconscious body before me and looking at the boy… no, the girl, in a new, mind-shattering light. Elias is a woman.

Anyone with a good view or a pair of binoculars could potentially see the expansive deck and the gleaming pool. Elena stood at the edge of the water, completely naked, her body still bearing faint marks from the night before — light bruises on her hips from Damian’s gripping hands, reddened patches on her ass from his possessive spanks, and a constellation of hickeys across her breasts and inner thighs. Her skin glowed with a fresh tan and the sheen of sunscreen mixed with sweat. She felt exposed, vulnerable… and incredibly alive.

Chapter 48: Most stupid *Melissa's POV* My hands trembled slightly as I waited for the photos to finish loading. As soon as they did, I reached to open the first one. They were sent in document format, so, I couldn't see what it was until I opened. But I had a feeling it wouldn't be something I'd like. I was now staring at a really explicit image of Williams and a woman together on the bed. I was taken from an angle that made me unable see her face very well, but she looked familiar.

Elias POV. The excitement that had carried me all the way home—paper clutched in my fist, a stupid grin splitting my face—evaporated the second I pushed through the front door. There they were. My mother, Gloria, stark naked in the middle of the living room, her manicured fingers wrapped tight around Marcus’s cock where it strained against the white towel knotted low on his hips. His chest heaved; her breasts pressed shamelessly against his side. The air smelled like her jasmine perfume.