Romans & histoires Nikki Cross Nude

Chapter 15: Nicky "Do you think I look good or are you lying to me because I'm your friend?" Nicky looked like a model who had just gotten out of Victoria's Secret runway. Her long legs, thin body, and completely symmetric face were the perfect combination. And not to mention her charming French accent, she was truly a delight. She was trying a cute little dress and cared about Gigi's opinion. Even though Gigi hadn't been studying Fashion for that long, in her friends' fantasy she was already better than Donatella Versace herself.

Was that why my neck was hurting? "And what might that be?" Nikki said, flipping her gorgeous apple red hair over her shoulder and bringing her Bloody Mary to her plush red lips and taking a sip. I think a guy in the back just fell off his stool trying to have a glimpse of the beautiful redhead sitting next to me. Nikki had, surprisingly, taken her time to get dressed in a short black dress with lace sleeves. She had her hair down in loose curls and had highlighted her makeup with glossy red lips and was wearing red heels to complete the look. She looked completely different from the sweet, kind girl I know. Nope, today she was totally smoking sexy. I'm sure every male in the club would agre

A girl walks along the hallway half-dressed, being escorted by a man in black as they appear every so often in the windows. But Niko's appearance, who walks outside in nothing but a pair of lowly hung lounge pants, his body bronzed like any Italian god, that intrigues me. His chest chiseled to perfection, a deep v running down into those pants. My eyes rise back up to his face; his usually sleeked-back hair now acts as a curtain to either side of his face. A cigarette hangs from his lips as his bellows smoke into the air above him.

“No way.” On the left side of the photo was Nikki. Her arm was in the shot, as she held her phone to take the selfie. She was smiling playfully. Her hair was in disarray and she wasn't wearing make up. She was wearing a loose-fitting tank top that left little to the imagination. But that part of the image isn't what disturbed him the most. On the right side, laying directly next to Nikki, was Oliver. He was on his back with his blankets pulled up to his chin. He was sound asleep in his bed. This has got to be some kind of joke, he thought.

The other girls looks confused as they fiddle around finding the perfect dress to wear like it's some sort of costume party, Nikita looks around and picks up just two items and leaves them to it, They all walk out one after the other wanting to look attractive and sexy at the same time but Nikita doesn't budge. "You can pick up the leftovers" a girl mocks Nikita ad she walks past her seeing her standing with her clothes firm to her chest. Nikita could only giggle as she watched them all walk out one after the other all looking over dressed. Nikita walks out last after them wanting all her eyes to be set on her. She is dressed in just nipple covers and lingerie which has a net sock attached t

I glance around the enormous house, “I don't think I'm made for places like this.” “I know. My brother is so possessive, he won't want you to mingle with this kind of crowd.” She flung her hair back with a seductive smile on her face. Nikki is putting on a black bum-short with a green crop top. However, instead of combat boots, she's putting on black sneakers. “Why?” “Uh, nothing.” She parked the car and exited the car. “We are here to party hard. You don't have to think of your husband.” She winked at me, “come on, love.”

I wear a demure floor-length flower dress with cap sleeves a sweetheart neckline and long silt exposing one oiled thigh, sitting on the blanket spread out on the floor. Niko sits behind me in a simple white shirt and black pants, the shirt is only burned up halfway revealing his chest, his position relaxed, his feet bare. He did glare at the make-up artist when she came close to him with her bottle of coconut oil indicating at his chest making the poor girl quake in her heels. “Looking into each other’s eyes, Yes! Like so,” the cameraman directs the camera clicking. “Niko places a hand on Lola’s belly, per-fect” is followed by more flashes and clicking.

she says as she turns around and walks out of the dressing area. I look at Nikki's dress and let out a whistle, "Oh my gosh, is that your dress?" I ask her in awe. It also has spaghetti straps, but her dress is black and so sheer it almost looks see-through. She gives me a half-smile and does a spin, the slit is going up the back and stops right below her ass. The chest area cuts low below her tits and it's somehow keeping her chest pushed up and together even though there's nothing keeping the dress together.

We knew how to make each other beg for it and that’s what I loved about us. Nikki stands naked in front of me, and she goes into position on her knees. I look at my crotch and then at her and she reaches up and pulls my sweatpants down, along with my boxers and out springs my sword. She licks her lips and looks at me. “It’s all yours baby doll.” She takes me into her hand, and she licks my tip, before sliding me into her soft, wet mouth. Ladies and gentlemen, N*****x, and Chill.

"Maybe you missed the baseball bat wedged between your legs, but I think it's safe to say, I'm incredibly turned on. And if I weren't interested, there'd be a limp noodle, not a sledgehammer...if you get my drift." Nikki sucked her lips between her teeth and nodded. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled deeply, and her tight nipples peaked through her tank top to tickle my chest. Fuck she was sexy, and she still had on all her clothes. "I'm not going to rush you or even push you on this, but if you need a little encouragement, I'm fully supportive of anything you might like to do to use my body...you know, for your own gratification." I winked, and she turned a fiery shade of crimson.