Rebecca Breeds Nude Novels & Stories

Like Gena was an afterthought. Rebecca took pride in the fact her blonde locks were naturally this colour; she knew Gena was Italian and not naturally blonde. If she wore her natural hair colour, the clothing and makeup would work far better. But no one dared to tell her about it. Rebecca said nothing. She knew karma do its job to Gena, eventually. It was only a matter of time.

he says but then I try backing a bit even though I'm scared of falling off “Bitch get back here already, I know you already know what we need you for so get your ass Here already” she says I don't even realize when she changed back and she is stark naked “So you actually planned to use me as a sacrifice, for what exactly?” I ask shouting at them “The pack can't carry children because we need pure blood to cleanse it of the curse, so that's where you come in, I need to carry his babies so YOU ARE MY SACRIFICE “ She says coming closer and I step back unconsciously

Rebecca's face turned crimson with his naughty smile. "Crysler, please." She yelled. He laughed loudly and then let her go. Rebecca came back into the room with a thumping heart. 'I have so many works to do.' She reminded herself. Rebecca took her clothes and then move out of the room. She came into Julie's room, he is asleep. She showered in her bathroom and dried her body off then wear her dress. She selected an elite colour palazzo pants with a baby pink full-sleeve shirt. She tugged her shirt into her pant. She tightened it with a pink belt around her palazzo pant. She put on little pearly earnings in her ears. Rebecca did a natural make-up look, she put on high heels that were matching

Her pause almost makes me come. "Oh god Kara, come on." "My breasts are free Rebecca. I feel how excited my nipples are, and when he holds them in his hands, so does he. He eases my panties down my legs, and I'm standing there naked. I have nothing on, and no idea what else is going on in that room.

The front door opened before he could knock. Rebecca stood there in the doorway wearing nothing but a thin white tank top and tiny black cotton shorts that barely covered the bottom curve of her ass. No bra. Her nipples were already hard, two dark little points pressing against the fabric like they were begging for attention. Her long auburn hair was down, messy like she’d just climbed out of bed, and her bare feet were painted a deep, sinful red. “Alex,” she breathed, voice low and a little husky. “You came.”

I half expect her to scream or call out for help but instead she locks the door, leans against it, and asks him to continue as she watches her husband fuck the town whore in the baptismal pool like it’s the hottest thing she’s ever seen. I beckon again. “Come here, pretty girl. Let me show you what your husband’s tongue feels like on someone who says thank you.” Rebecca walks forward like she’s in a trance, dress unzipped before she reaches the steps. Underneath was a red lace bra, no panties, pussy waxed bare and already glistening. She’s been wet since she saw us. Luke’s eyes go wide. “Baby, I…” “Shut up and fuck me,” I tell him, then pull Rebecca down onto the altar carpet in front of the

She traces the line of my collarbone with one fingertip, then lower, between my breasts, watching my reaction like she’s memorizing every shiver. “You’re beautiful when you let go,” she whispers. She unhooks my bra with practiced ease, letting it fall. Her palms cup my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they tighten under her touch. A soft sound escapes my throat. Rebecca leans in, kissing the side of my neck, then sucking lightly just below my ear. The spot she knows makes my knees weak. One of her hands slides down my stomach, unbuttoning my jeans and tugging them down along with my underwear in one smooth motion. I step out of them, completely bare now while she’s still fully

Tomorrow, if things followed the same pattern, Xavier would begin his campaign of subtle interference and manipulation. But this time, I wouldn't be blind to it. This time, I would fight back. The afternoon passed in a blur of preparation. My stepmother Ariel fussed over my dress, a flowing gown of midnight blue that would complement my red hair. She was kinder in this timeline, I noticed, without the bitter edge she'd developed after Lorenzo's death in the original timeline. "You look so beautiful," she said, stepping back to admire her work. "Your mate will be speechless."

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN The dress fell to the floor, revealing a black lace bra that barely contained her large breasts and her bare bottom as she was without panties. She reached behind to unclasp her bra, trying to do it as quickly as possible; she was aware of his eyes on her body, and the thought made her feel both embarrassed yet subtly excited.

"Please, Liam. I need you." He kissed her again, deeper this time, his hands roaming under the hem of her top. Warm palms glided over her bare stomach, sending sparks shooting through her. He pushed the fabric up, exposing her breasts. "So beautiful," he growled, lowering his head. His mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard while his tongue flicked the sensitive peak. Rebecca cried out, her back bowing off the mat. He switched to the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, teeth grazing just enough to make her whimper.