Quinn Harper Naked Novels & Stories

Harper, wearing only pants, flaunted his bare chest and abs without a care. "Why won't you call me your husband? You're so tough about it. Or are you saving that title for someone else?"

She’s soaked through the fabric, and when I slide my fingers underneath she gasps into my mouth. “Sensitive?” I ask. “Very—oh god—yes, right there—” I work her with my fingers while kissing her, and Harper’s watching us, her own hand slipping between her legs. “Don’t you dare,” I tell Harper. “That’s my job.” “Multitask then,” she challenges. I pull my hand away from Sloane, ignoring her protest. “Both of you. Lose the underwear. Now.” They comply, and suddenly there are two naked women in my bed, looking at me expectantly.

" I ignored his hollow excuses and found them utterly pathetic. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled my phone out and held it up to his face. A woman's coy, mocking voice sounded in the room. "Hello? Sadie Holten? How does it feel? Have you seen Zane's true nature yet? "I sent you the laptop on purpose. It was quite a surprise, wasn't it?" It was Cassie's voice, dripping with the smug triumph of a victor. Zane's body jolted. He stared at the phone in disbelief, then looked back at me as Cassie's voice continued. "Do you really think you've won? Zane loves me more now."

I was left with just my crop top and white p@nty. My p@nty was so wet that the wet spot was so visible, and Mia could clearly see the wet patches. Me standing up has giving my juice a free means to run down my thighs easily Mia grabbed my p@nty and pulled it down. I squeezed my legs, making it easier for her to pull it down My lower body was now totally n@ked, and my bald shaved wet c00chie came to view I just couldn't wait any more, as all these actions were making me super h0rny

CASSANDRA The silence weighs heavily, thick as a damp sheet. They stare at me. All of them. The three harpies recoil, one with a shredded wrist, another with a blood-streaked cheek, the third breathless, eyes wide open. But behind them, other silhouettes have approached. Thin shadows, emaciated bodies, but with greedy gazes. The inmates. Those who do not strike, who observe. The silent witnesses of every humiliation, every fall.

“Everything off.” My hands shook as I pulled off my top and bra, then kicked away my skirt and ruined panties. I was completely naked in front of them while they were still half-dressed. The power imbalance made my pussy clench visibly. Harper whistled. “Nice tits.” Reese pushed me onto the bed on my back. She climbed between my spread thighs, grabbed the strap-on from the floor, and buckled it back on. The thick cock jutted out obscenely as she stroked it, still wet from my mouth.

_ Harper’s POV The moment I stepped into the hallway, I knew something was wrong. Stares followed me every step I took, and not the good kind of looks. I heard the laughter, same as when I was the nerdy loser Harper. My body shook a little as I paused. "Ignore them." Quinn said to me, her arm coiled over mine. Only when I got closer did I see it. There were posters everywhere. A picture of me looking ridiculous, probably from one of the pictures Reagan had taken of me in the past, and of Jace too.

She did not have to wait long. Harper appeared from the stairwell. She was tall with lean muscles, and her blonde hair was let down in a wavy style. She was in the grey uniform of the Pack’s inner guard, and there was a knife at her hip and a scar close to her eyebrow that pulled when she smiled. And she was smiling. It was not a friendly smile. “Hello, Kayla,” Harper said, her voice low and smooth. “Good to see you, future Luna." Kayla straightened, lifting her chin. “Hi Harper.”

I tell her. Harper doesn’t hesitate. She pulls off the olive-green jumper and flings it to the floor, revealing a pretty pale-yellow bra with daisies on it. Fuck, it looks sexy yet innocent. “Jesus, woman, are you trying to kill me?” Her laugh fills the room, it’s like hearing birdsong first thing in the morning. “Now get those jeans off and turn around and wiggle those hips for me whilst I run out of these jeans,” I tell her.