Meredith Mack Nude Novels & Stories

By now, she had lost her slides and her feet were bare. I was already out of my jacket and left with a navy blue linen shirt. Sitting on the sofa opposite her, I crossed my left leg over my right. Shooting to her feet, “My head hurts! My body is on fire," Meredith complained. I stood to get to her, but Meredith had already pulled the hoodie she wore over her head, exposing the white lacy bra that covered her perky full breast. My breathing hitched.

or to you. His words cut through me like a scalpel. No matter how tightly I clench my fists under the sheets, I feel the dampness of my palm, the cold sweat of helplessness. I close my eyes for a moment. An image emerges, brutal: Cassandre. Her dark eyes, her sharp words, that mix of sickly love and hatred. — Cassandre, I whisper, my voice broken. Moreau's eyebrow barely raises. But his pen stops, ready to note.

The cold air forced goosebumps on my skin and I hissed dryly. The cool breeze swept through the cave and I hurriedly crawled behind a rock. My efforts to keep warm were futile and just then, I recalled Alessia mentioning sex keeping one warm. Peeking outside one last time, I found no signs of Tommaso. With a huff, I took matters into my very capable hands. With my clothes torn to shreds, I was utterly and completely naked. Staying behind the rock, my legs parted, and a clear view of my sex meet my eyes.

-- I mimed cupping and squeezing her ample D-cups -- "they're like beacons to horny guys." Meredith giggled. "You're not giving yourself enough credit," she said. "I see guys totally into you but you're shutting them out. And don't talk to me about sexual capital. You're so much thinner than I am. Your boobs are amazing, and I caught a glimpse of your butt as we were changing and it's just begging to be spanked!" "Perv!" I protested, languidly splashing some water in her general direction.

The lights became even brighter, revealing the person inside the box. Meredith wore a plain silk dress. She styled her hair loose, letting it fall down her back and sides. She wore a blindfold, and I could see her fear in the way her fingers twitched. I picked up on a few men humming with delight. Their appreciation for what they saw only made me angrier. Lenox had no right to treat her as if she were an exhibit. A photo of her should have sufficed while we placed our bids. No one mentioned anything to me about displaying her in this manner.

Even though Meredith had immediately spent money to deal with these dark histories after she knew of it, parts of the content still got screenshotted. Whitman Corporation. Jeremy received a push notification right after a morning meeting. He seldom paid attention to these boring entertainment gossips, but seeing that the title had mentioned Vera and Meredith, he clicked into it and took a look. He saw the photos of Meredith when she was a student, one of which was taken with him. However, other than the photos with him, there were also a few photos of Meredith with other men. Two of which were intimate photos of her and Tanner Long.

Because from where I'm standing you've let her be initiated into Shadowclaw's pack and the Alpha moans for her. "Shut up," Meredith snapped at her reflection. But she knew her reflection was right. "This time I won't fail." Only a few nights before, Meredith had crept into Finric's chambers while he slept, like a thief in the night. She had slipped out of her robe and slid naked between his sheets into his bed, pressing her body flush against his sleeping form. Her fingers had wrapped around his thickening length. 'Finric... my Alpha,' she had whispered in his ear, 'Let me ride you. Let me be everything you need.'

She’s only wearing a bathrobe and looking us up and down. Hakeem, who had been leaning against me, trying to go back to sleep, turns to face our mate. I feel his eyes widen and I understand why. Meredith slowly unties her robe and lets it fall from her shoulders. Underneath, she’s completely naked. The robe slowly falls to the floor, gliding over her curves, her full breasts, her hips, her legs. My eyes follow the path of the robe until it hits the floor before I look back at her face. Her irises have bled, making her eyes completely hazel.

Meredith stepped onto the elevator. She was wearing platform nude pumps, a very sexy high-waisted black pencil skirt with a gold zipper that traveled up the back, a cropped short-sleeved red satin blouse, and a very confident smile. Her hair and makeup had been done to perfection and she was, as Mr. Hubert had put it earlier, “Wow.”

Because what truly caught his attention was the sight on the bed. There she was, lying on her side, completely naked, facing him. "Ready to paint me naked, Mr. Fisherman?" she said. All he could do was swallow hard as he stared at her gorgeous body. In that moment, he completely forgot about his exhaustion and the sleepiness he had felt just moments ago. A sly, sexy grin formed on his lips. "I have something else in mind, my mermaid..."