Odeya Rush Nude Novels & Stories

Chapter 2 The door creaks wider, and the sight that hits me knocks the air straight out of my lungs. Ayra stands there completely naked, her skin glowing with a fresh sheen of sweat and sex. Her tits are flushed pink, nipples still hard and glistening. Trails of cum are slowly dripping down the inside of her thighs, catching the dim hallway light. She looks like pure ecstasy with wild hair, swollen lips, and that dangerous, hungry look in her eyes as they lock onto mine.

Amara surrendered to her desires. "At the end I am going to be the one to fuck." Ivan smirked throwing Amara on the couch. Ivan dropped soft kisses on her neck. He unbuttoned her white shirt revealing white lacy bra. He removed it without any difficulty and cupped her breast in his large hand squeezed it, nibbling her hard nipples. Amara moaned and drag his to her mouth. She captured his lips and hungrily bite her. In between kisses Amara removed his shirt and traced her hand on his bare upper part.

Special. I noticed the shower had stopped, and my heart immediately began to speed up. Pull it together! Ondina stepped out of the bathroom in a white cotton robe and a towel tied around her hair. Her skin glowed and her lips a blush pink color. My dick throbbed at the realization that she was completely naked under that fabric. I need to release myself or I might have another gala incident. "Yum! The food here." My eyes jolted up to her face. I could feel my ears getting hot and mentally kicked myself. Get a hold of yourself! Damn it! Before I could open my mouth, my phone rang. Shit, the meeting.

Jada, stationed near Scarlett’s cedar tub, struck its rim with a sharp thwack, her eyes wide with warning. “Hold your tongue!” she snapped, but Odessa was already moving, her boots easy on the floor, a creepy calm smile curling her lips like a predator savoring its prey. She stopped at Scarlett’s tub, her emerald gaze raking over the girl’s exposed torso, silver hair clinging to wet shoulders, the rest of her body shrouded beneath the petal-strewn water.

Richey lets out a low growl of possession. “That too, sweetheart. Take it all off.” Slowly, I obey. I unfasten my bra and let the cups slip off my arms before dropping the material to the floor. Then, I pull my panties down, letting the lace slip to the floor before stepping out and presenting myself nude for my handsome neighbor’s gaze. His blue eyes eat up my curves, loving their fleshy generosity. “Beautiful,” he rasps. “Absolutely gorgeous. But Rina, I want to see more than this. I want to see that pretty pink inside.”

she says, voice low and thick with want, “take your clothes off.” You start with your shirt. Your hands fumble a little, but you get it over your head and toss it to the floor. Your chest is rising fast, breath caught somewhere in your throat. You toe off your shoes, then unbutton your jeans. The zipper sounds loud in the room. You push them down and step out of them, then your boxers. You’re naked. Hard. Nervous. Rhea’s eyes drop down your body. She licks her lips. “You look so fucking good like this.”

It must be the vodka. Has to be the damn thing really kicking in now. Because my eyes won't stop roaming eover very mouthwatering piece of this man's body. And that's when it hits me. This man is almost nude— save the tattoo perfectly sitting on his chest, flexing his abs and pectorals. Other than that, it's just a tiny towel wrapped around his waist, looking like it might snap loose at the slightest movement. Holy hell, I'm so freaking done for! Is this Lyra girl not just a stripper but a whore?

“I trust the Goddess, don’t you?” /YES/ Rush urged in my mind. “Yes…” I replied hesitantly as her hand went to the zipper of my jacket. So much for being desperate to get over the border. As Rush gave me images of undressing her, finding freckles everywhere to kiss and adore I felt like I had fallen back into another lucid dream. Just like when I brutally hurt Finn, was this all some sick way of my brain coping with what was happening with Freya? Then Rush planted the image of me laying her down right here and now, ripping the black cloak and dress from her body and plunging my cock straight inside her. How strong would those sparks feel then?

“It’s not a habit for me to flash my body Kor! Of course, I’m flipping out.” “Well get used to it. After we shift, we’re going to run with the pack and they’ll eventually see you naked. It isn’t as big a deal as you think,” she assures me. “Yeah?” I ask hopefully. “Yes, now stop worrying about it.” I slip on some jeans and a blouse, threw my hair up in a bun, and took a few deep breaths. I hear the door open and close by the time I’ve slowed my heart rate. There’s a crash that causes me to shriek. I rush out into my room but before I can ask what’s going on I see Odis on the floor, his head bent to the right, his neck offered in submission.

Hair in a low, messy knot, strands escaping like she’s already been fucked. She doesn’t wear panties. She promised. She writes “Crashaw – The Weeper” on the board. Bends just enough to write low. The skirt rides up in back. Jesus Christ. A flash of bare skin. The lower curve of her ass. The shadowed split between her cheeks. No fabric. Nothing. Just her. My cock floods instantly, thickening so fast it aches. Pre-cum beads and soaks straight through the sweatpants in seconds, a dark circle spreading at the tip.