Moxie Powers Nude Novels & Stories

“I am the definition of honesty.” I snorted. “Right. And I’m the Queen of the Moon.” Vixxen smirked. “Well, if you marry Terran, you might just be.” It sounded like a joke, but it was as if I felt a hint of pain in his statement. “Vixxen…there is something I have to tell you.” I said, sounding serious. “What is it,” he noticed my seriousness. “I…unlocked a new power.” His eyes widened slightly. “That’s great. At this pace, you will become untouchable. What’s the power?”

I give a tiny wave goodbye to the ladies below who are watching us before we're hidden from view. Moon closes the bedroom door and shoves me against it. My "Oomph" doesn't stop his movements. He jerks my top over my head and throws it to the floor. I inhale sharply when his scruffy face slides across my skin from my neck down to my breasts. He pushes my bra cups under my breasts, squeezes one nipple with his rough fingers, and sucks the other one into his mouth. I hold onto his arms as blood rushes to my breasts. His sexy lips surround my nipple and he sucks so hard I go to my toes. There's no gentleness in Moon. He squeezes my other breast, pinches the nipple, and then goes back to squeezin

Dominic murmured, a faint smirk tugging his lips. Noah’s breath hitched, the touch lingering, a whisper of desire breaking free. He stepped back, rain battering the window, drowning the world outside. The room shrank, tension coiling like wire. He glanced at Eli’s crib, toys glinting in the gloom, a reminder of his fight. Dominic shifted, wincing, his coat falling open to reveal a muscled torso, scars mapping a life of power. Noah’s gaze lingered, heat creeping up his neck.

She could finally relax. "I'm fine!" Clara looked at Dove's happy face and smiled. Yesterday, because of using too much strength, Clara was exhausted and fell into a coma. But in the middle of the night, she woke up again and felt her body released with more strength. Clara suddenly smiled wickedly and said to Dove: "Do you want to join me?" Dove's eyes widened. "What?" Clara drags Dove towards the Fox Palace. Since she had a great source of strength, she was no longer afraid. She had to take back what was supposed to be hers.

"Who’d you terrorize today?" "Mr. Bradley," she answered casually, sipping the beer Donnie handed her. "Not the old man again!" Donnie groaned, shaking his head. As she sat, a man beside her caught her eye. He wore a wide-brimmed hat that covered most of his face, expensive snake-skin boots, and a silver cobra ring on his thumb. His hands looked too soft for hard work, and though his face was mostly hidden, his presence was commanding. "Hello!" Bisila snapped, trying to catch his attention.

I added while silently hoping she wouldn’t wake up yet. “Mother fucker!” Maddox growled as Nadine’s tattoo came into view. I tried to suppress my own growl because every male in this cell could see her thighs and her lace underwear. “How could you let a fucking snake around us?” Maddox’s face warped into a furious scowl.

He asks in one swift move, Zama is floating on air suspended. “Hey guys.” He adds. “Long time no see.” “Möbius, you bastard.” Owen charges forward. “Remember your babies.” Möbius says in a singing tone, making Owen stop. “I don't want them though I only want their hot Mom.” He winks at me. “Please Möbius, I'll do anything, just let them go.” I beg.

The helplessness of not being able to resist each other was equal. Thankfully, he untied my hands, and I wasted no minute in climbing onto his lap. Not breaking the kiss even for a second. He took care of my robe, yanking it off me and leaving me only in my undies and nothing else. A shudder ran down my spine at the touch of the cool draft on my back and his greedy eyes on my breasts. Maddox broke the kiss to marvel at the sight of my naked body, the pointed nipples urging for the warmth of his mouth.

Madox pressed his hip against his between his legs looking for some relief that didn't come, the more time he spent with him the harder he got. Anxiety could with the alpha and having no results trying to remove the clothes in a civilized way, he tore it off leaving only the white underwear. He raised his head and licked his lips. His body was slim, perhaps a little more than indicated, but he had a marked waist as well as rounded hips that clothes did not show off, typical of an omega man.

No shame. The three of them stripped in the communal area under the watchful eyes of passing inmates and a couple of guards who simply smirked and kept walking. Marcus Kane arrived moments later, uniform jacket unbuttoned, revealing the hard planes of his chest. “Line up,” he ordered. Jax stood between Rico and Darius, all three naked and already half-hard. Marcus started with Rico... soaping the muscular Latino’s body himself, thick hands sliding over tattoos, down his back, then spreading Rico’s cheeks to wash his hole. Rico moaned openly, pushing back against the Warden’s fingers.