Obey Angelina Nude Novels & Stories

Angelina wasn't expecting such an answer from her but at the same time, it wasn't all that surprising either. In fact, she was someone who was unable to understand Vivienne's obsession with Noah. Yes, obsession! Angelina had no doubt that Vivienne had an obsession named Noah. There was love but it was kind of an obsessive love. The kind where Vivienne would forget the world around her once Noah was around. Although it seemed to have gotten better from what she observed the other day, it still wasn't completely cured though perhaps because Vivienne herself didn't understand this obsession.

“Did you know, Angel? They say hell is actually cold.” I give her a smile and pick up the ice cube, moving closer to the couch again until I stop in front of her, who's sitting on her legs like a good, obedient girl. The way she lifts her face to look at me, with eyes burning in lust and anticipation, and hands low on her lap…. She's submitting to me completely without even realizing it. This makes me tease her. I rub the ice cub against her lips slowly, “Open your mouth, girl.” Angelee nods slightly and smiles, opening her mouth, allowing me to slide it into her mouth, along with my finger, “Suck it right.”

With the thought crossing Kyle's mind, he snaked his arm around Asa's waist, pulling him closer and into the room. Mrs. Jones covered Jamie's eyes, choking over plain air. Not wanting to intrude more, she pulled a pouting Mochi back downstairs. Asa felt ecstatic, head spinning as he took in the younger's natural scent. He pulled away just enough to breathe, eyes still closed. Kyle opened his red eyes only to be left breathless by the astonishing Angel. Asa's chest rose and fell heavily, eyelashes fluttering with other's breath that hit his face. They didn't have much of a height difference, but at the moment, Asa looked so small in the demon's arms with a red tint splayed beautifully across

Azrael- I should've known she was going to wreck my fucking life the moment I saw her. Maybe I did. I just hadn't understood why. The first night Wilhemina walked into The Angel's Den, I was upstairs in my office reviewing documents when movement on one of the security monitors caught my attention. A woman had entered. Small. Couldn't have been more than five-foot-three without the heels that pushed her closer to five-seven. My pen stopped. She wore a little black cocktail dress. Nothing particularly scandalous by Den standards. Hell, compared to half the women downstairs, she was practically overdressed.

“Take my cock like the little slut that you are.” My body clenched around him, head thrown back, eyes hooded and raw uncontrollable moans left my throat. I caught Angel’s pathetic state from the corner of my eye. Her skirt was ripped up to her waist, legs spread open, such that I could see her glistening pink pussy as she worked her fingers on them, trying to chase her release. My gaze landed on her tits, they were full and percky, as if inviting me to take them between my teeth and suck them till she was a trembling mess.

I could feel Angelina seething beside me. “IF YOU’RE BETWEEN THE AGES OF 16 AND 45, MALE OR FEMALE, THEN YOU’D BETTER GET YOUR BUTT OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW!” she shouted in all our heads, using her Alpha tone. They all clutched their heads since they were affected. Nikolas and I were turned on more than anything. “Was that necessary?” Sierra asked. We all went wide-eyed when Angelina turned to face her. Her eyes were bright red.

I was literally in that phase of, babe, I needed to cum in you but I still declined. Angel went as far as opening her full model body for me to see nakedly. I was literally thrown aback. I mean, I am a man, I was ready. I mean, her standing bossom, her snatched waist with her beautiful figure eight hips. I mean, Angel uses almost all she has to get me cum in her but I declined. I knew she was tipsy and thus might not be in the right frame of mind to decide. My thoughts was that, she was doing all of that with the inflection of alcohol.

she murmured. I glanced over for a split second and I nearly—so nearly—swerved into the next lane. Angel had shifted in her seat. She had her right leg hiked up high, resting her foot on the dashboard. And because the skirt was so short, it had slid all the way up to her waist. And guess what? She wasn't wearing anything underneath! Her bare, smooth pussy was staring right at me in the bright afternoon light. "Angel! What are you doing?" I hissed, my hands gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. "Put your leg down! Someone could see through the window!"

She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.

Jet said loudly. Nervously, I scooted my chair closer to Jets. I felt his humor through the bond, but he felt his face passive. A guard opened the door and I’m not sure what I expected Angelina to look like, but this wasn’t it. She looked like she had too much plastic surgery and Botox. Her teased blonde hair was probably holding the whole can of hairspray. I doubt a muscle could move in her face, but her lips appeared just a little too big for her face. She was skinny with designer clothes. Most importantly, she was human. “Good evening! My name is Angelina Tucker.” She held out her hand for Jet and me. “You must be Alpha Jet and Luna Ivory.”