Rory Eliza Nude Novels & Stories

Then I turned around, bent over, and lifted the back of my skirt, fully exposing my round ass and glistening wet pussy to all of them. My smooth pink lips were visibly wet and shiny. A thin string of my juices slowly dripped down my inner thigh. I stayed bent like that, ass up and pussy on full display while they stared. One of the men held up his phone. "Can we take some pictures, Marcus?" Marcus looked at me. "Elena, would you like to pose for some nice semi-nude photos for us?" I hesitated for half a second, but his calm gaze melted me. "Yes, Sir..." I whispered.

“If I release unclad pictures of her, it’s going to ruin her reputation forever.” I paused, then after thinking about the kind of person Eliana was, I doubted she would send out nudes. Besides, they were living together. The only explanation would be that he took pictures without her permission, which would land him in deeper trouble. “You don’t have them,” I said in an attempt to call out his bluff. “I don’t, but I have regular pictures of her and I know what her naked body looks like. It’s far too easy to create one myself, don’t you think?”

Brenda and Eli. They are both half naked on the cushion, devouring eachother's lips and bodies. God what is this place?

After I sat back down, my cock was pressing against my pants so hard that I decided to unzip. Cecile was a selfie expert, she flipped her long hair to the front so that they covered her nipples and angled the phone so that it was evident Randy's fingers were under her thong without showing her pussy. Then in the 2nd photo she moved her hair to display her tits, and now positioned the phone so that you could see Randy was finger fucking her, but this time cutting off their faces so that the only distinguishing factor was Randy's championship ring on his pussy penetrating hand.

It was slightly ajar. Curiosity should’ve died right there. But no. Of course not. I had to know. I moved toward it like a sleepwalker drifting toward disaster. I reached the door and peered in, only to see everything. Ronan was naked. He was also spread out like a living sex ad. His legs were apart and his hair was damp. His muscles gleamed with sweat and his hips rolled with practiced rhythm as he drove himself into… A nurse? Blonde. Curvy. Her scrub top was still on—barely buttoned—but her lower half was completely bare. She rode him like she was possessed. No hesitation, no holding back.

Riley’s moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing off the studio walls. Elena pulled her fingers free only long enough to strip Riley’s leggings down her legs. Riley stepped out of them, completely naked now, skin flushed and glistening. Elena’s eyes darkened with hunger. She shrugged out of her own leotard in one fluid motion, revealing full breasts with dark nipples and the smooth curve of her hips. A neatly trimmed patch of dark hair framed her glistening sex.

She says, looking between Adeline and the new couple. “No, I don’t know why you’d think that.” Adeline says, straightening her back. “You’re fucking serious?” Rory turns all of her attention to Cam and Eliza. “Is this what you were planning this entire time? Fuck around on Dari then ride off into the sunset when the heat died down?” “Rory—” I try to interrupt her. “You know that’s not true.” Eliza says, her voice low. “No actually, I don’t. All I know is that you were tasteless enough to spread your legs for your best friend’s fiancé on their wedding day.” Rory sneers at them, any hope for calm and decorum thrown completely out the window.

She was a pawn in all these supernatural beings’ diabolical plans for their benefit. “Your highness,” a woman dressed in all-black attire with the word Lira written on the front of her T-shirt opened the door for us. She had dark hair, smokey eyes, and purple-colored lips. Her lip and nose ring shined under the dimmed light of the backdoor. “Iz,” Elijah acknowledged her, taking my hand. “This is Rory.” Iz nodded but didn’t bother to say a word to me. “We have to hurry. Orme’s death made everything harder for us.” She turned, and we trailed behind her.

A single teardrop hanging on her eyelids was enough to throw me into a fit of rage. "Would you like us to get breakfast for you?" Rory asked, his hands rubbing slowly on the chair's armrest. The atmosphere in the bedroom was stifling. I watched as Elise hugged herself, the towel on her body doing nothing to hide her clear and milky skin. Her shiny jet black hair, covered her shoulders, creating a sensous sight. I cleared my throat, and turned away. That wasn't the time to be having such weird thoughts. All that was required at that moment, was how to calm Elise's nerves.

To my confusion, all of it were image attachment. And with a flick of my thumb, I opened the images. I was immediately met with a series of nude photos—of Elisse’s, my alpha’s mate, in nothing but seductive lingerie. Each of her photo was a tantalizing display of her body, posed in ways that made my blood boil and my dick hardened instinctively. “Sweet fucking Luna,” I breathed, feeling my pulse quicken. There she was, her delicate slender body wearing lace and silk, every curve screams of perfect wild invitation. The first image showed her leaning against a wall, her back arched, the fabric barely concealing her breast and only revealing her sweet pink erected nipples. I couldn’t tear my ga