Sasha Bull Nude Novels & Stories

She said climbing onto his lap. “I can’t remember the last time I had a taste of you – alone.” Finley licked his lips as he peeked at her delicious breasts hugging his view. “You are so beautiful to look at.” “I love hearing that husky voice of yours tell me I’m beautiful.” Sasha played with his beards. “Then I will say it again, ‘You are so beautiful it hurts not to look at you.’” “More beauty lies within,” she said unbuttoning her shirt to reveal her curves and bra that left nothing to the imagination. It was a transparent lace bra that outlined her nipples and rounded boobs. “You know what? I have an idea. I want you to strip for me.”

Beta Apollo wasn’t joking. She’s barely wearing nothing. Sasha gritted her teeth and rubbed her hands together as she covered both her breasts. The white see-through dress, embroidered with golden threads, is as good as nothing. Right. She’s a prize to be enjoyed. Tonight, she’s not a shivering young woman who expects to be warmed by two marvelous Alphas. She shouldn’t care if her middle remains exposed for whatever eyes dare to land on her body. She is Sasha Forster, desired by two Alphas. The prize of two Alphas.

She retrieved the necessary items and placed them on the bed. "Undress yourself." Sasha slowly started to dance again. Blaise watched her intently as she undressed, observing her every move like she was a specimen. She put her hands behind her back and unhooked her bra, peeling it slowly away from her body. Her supple breasts bounced off before him, and he swallowed. She smiled, loving the look on his face. She fondled her breasts while maintaining eye contact with him, then flipped her hair, bit her lower lip, and smiled sensually at him before going for her panties. She slowly took it off and hauled it at him. It landed on his face, and he caught it in his hand.

“I need you to back me up. No questions asked.” Big Tom grunted in agreement. “You’ve got it.” --- Hours later, Sasha found herself sitting at the bar of the Raven nightclub, her fingers playing with the rim of her glass as she surveyed the room, her body clad in a tight, black, nude short gown, and a red mask covering her face. The dim lighting of the club cast shadows over the dance floor, where people swayed to the pulsating beat of the music. She could feel the eyes of several men on her, their gazes lingering on the bare skin of her legs as she crossed them, but she ignored them all. She was waiting for one man in particular.

Dad says. I nod and stand up. I straighten my jacket and step out of the room. First person I saw was Sasha. She looks normal than usual. Her black hair is in a ponytail. She wears a blue rip shorts and sweatshirt and it matches her ebony skin , she looks like her mom a lot. I stalk past her but she stops right in front of me. She's always trying to be super seductive. " Sasha , I got work to do." " Really?" She asks and crosses her arms. " Or you got someone to kill and drugs to dispose."

Serra looked puzzled. Before they could decide what to do, Sasha who silently followed the butler found Serra. The first thing she felt when She looked at Serra was extreme Jealousy. Serra has the kind of beauty which can rival the most beautiful woman Sasha has ever seen. And Serra doesn't have a speck of make up on her face. She is wearing a long loose button down shirt which might belong to a man. And the shirt is longer than the jeans short which she was wearing, creating an illusion that she must be wearing only the shirt untill she moves.

No loading buffer. Straight to the point. Her voice hit me first. Nasal. Pitchy. That same annoying Valley girl accent as Britney from my class who turned every statement into a question and said 'literally' like forty times in one conversation. Yeah, I counted. "Hey guurrrllls," she started off. Smiling big and waving into the camera. "I'm Sasha Quick, and I'm gonna take you through today's lesson." Her smile got even wider. "Cumming By Yourself 101… let's begin."

Expensive perfume and desperation. Sasha. She steps onstage like she belongs among the organizers. White dress. Angelic smile. And in her eyes—a promise of war. “Good evening,” she says, taking the mic. “I’m thrilled to be here, especially to talk about something Mr. Lambert knows very well: transparency.” The murmurs in the room are almost amusing. But what comes next isn’t. “And since we’re talking about transparency… why not show the world who their idols really are?” Then—she shows the photos.

I screamed, lunging forward. With a sharp crack, the sapphire crystal face shattered instantly, sending delicate parts flying everywhere. My heart shattered along with it. Even my livestream followers were stunned by her madness. The chat went completely silent at that moment. "See that? That's how much you mean to him. Worthless!" Cassidy laughed like a maniac while grinding the broken watch face beneath her sharp stiletto heel. "Why do you treasure this worthless piece of junk so much?" "I'll kill you!" I charged at her, tackled her to the ground, and rained down punches.

"Lukas, he's in our class." "No, I mean the girl." "That was Sasha Braun and she's weird," Arya answered him. He frowned. "How is she weird?" "Dude, that Sasha doesn't talk at all. It's been too long since anyone heard her voice." Hades then shrugged and bit into his apple. "Trust us, after she screws up with the volleyball coach, she became like that," Arya stated. "They said, she was pregnant and got an abortion." "Hell yeah!" Hades agreed.