Rubi Rose Nude Ass Novels & Stories

"I want to jog in the park and laugh without worrying about suffocating." He adjusted his glasses with a warm smile. "You'll get there soon. Oh—and I heard you've been studying business management?" "I can't stay a patient forever." "If you need study materials, I have plenty." He hesitated, then added, "And please, call me Cedric. After all, at this point, we're teammates in this fight." As I looked out at the brilliant sunlight pouring through the window, I realized for the first time that without the mask between me and the world, everything looked so much clearer and brighter.

The demon knelt naked beside the tub, hair still a mess hanging into his eyes, the marks of the night—bites, scratches, sweat—slowly fading in the moist air. When he looked up at Rea, he grinned wickedly. "Come, little warrior," he teased. "Let me scrub you clean before the midwife sees you and demands I pay for the sheets." Rea sat at the edge of the bed, wrapped in a blanket, her bare, flushed knees peeking out. She still looked worn, but not with weakness anymore—more like the lazy, satisfied fatigue that only a night of passion can leave behind. "If you say 'scrub you clean' one more time, I swear I'll crawl back into bed and play dead," she muttered, but couldn't suppress a smile.

"I don't want this. Can you let me go now?" Surprisingly, he did. But after that, he laughed like he just hit a jackpot. I swirled and tried to look at the reason why he was laughing. I traced his gaze and mine landed on my chest. There, before his very eyes, were my nipples, standing taut of their own free will. "Oh, fuck." The dishwater had soaked my shirt and made it transparent and I hadn't realized it. "It...it doesn't mean anything." I crossed my arms, feeling my heart beat hard against my chest. My cheeks were inflamed as I turned around, hoping he'd just leave me alone.

"I am allergic to rose oil! Dad knows about it! And Avril was the one who told the maids to smother my bed in rose oil! Dad was the one who found out about it…" Layla exclaimed, crying pitifully as she nursed her stinging cheek. "You're still trying to lie about it!" Eric roared, suddenly stepping forward and grabbing her by her collar. He tightened his hold on her, lifting her up. And since he was very tall, Layla was almost lifted off the ground.

Joanna was worried about losing her wealthy boyfriend, so every day she changed her tricks. One day, Jeffrey had a hangover and had just returned home when he received a call from Joanna. The woman on the other end of the phone had a gentle voice, just as he liked it in the past. "Jeffrey, something happened in the rose garden." Jeffrey became sober at once. "What happened?" Joanna paused for a moment, trying to be mysterious. "I saw the roses growing green leaves, are they going to bloom?" Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there.

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.

She has always felt like a piece of meat when men look at her in her last pack, but the way he looks at her is different… a mix of adoration and desire. Rose tensed as his tongue probed at her asshole, making her unbelievably horny. It’s dirty, primal, and so fucking hot. “What’s wrong, Love? You liked it?” He asked, Rose nodded her head. He made a deep, rumbling sound, before sinking his tongue into the tight ring of muscles. He kneaded her ass cheeks apart, continuing to force his tongue into her forbidden, untouched hole. The thought of him fucking her ass scared her. He’s huge.

My eyes was still shut tightly, but I was sweating profusely, my armpits itching me. "Come on girl, open your eyes." I heard my abductor mutter. He voice was strained, like he was struggling with something. I opened one eyes. My breath hitched in my throat, my jaw slackening at the sight before me. My abductor was moving to and fro quickly, it was almost comical, like he was having an epileptic seizure. My eyes fixated on his penis that was slamming in and out of the woman whose name was Bella, at a speed that seemed inconceivable to me. My jaw slackened some more at the way the woman was bent, she was naked and was on all fours on the bed, dipping her waist so low. I wondered if she was a c

Go away. 'You called me and I'm here.' The female voice mumbled behind my head. The sarcastic nature of it, was never ending, which sometimes led me to beat her up---ofcourse mentally. I didn't. You came by yourself, Julie. 'I wanted to see my Romeo, oh auto correction--Romeos.' She snickered and took a quick glance. 'Oh fuck, they are so yummy and hot. Geez.' My brows lowered in confusion. Romeos? My mate is Xandros, not anyone, else. What are you even talking about?