Serena Belle Nude Novels & Stories

Caleb Lemiere I was watching my TV when suddenly the doorbell rings. I checked it through my TV and it's Serena. I unlocked the door and let her in. I got up from my sofa and saw her in her black shorts and white muscle tee. Oh Serena, why do you always try to torture me just by the way you dress? "Hey babe, I bought you some McDonalds." She said as she put the plastic bag on the kitchen table. I back hugged her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

Then there was only darkness, consciousness. At the sound of soft music flowing from the surround system, Beyoncé’s Dangerously In Love, I opened my eyes. Nelly was standing at the end of the bed, stark naked, a small packet glinting in his hand. "You vibrate like a fucking cell phone when you're about to come. That's...sexy as hell.” And it was freaking amazing! Damn, I want to do that again. And again. And again. I gave him a satiated grin.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

After fucking Lydia to forget this exact body. But he couldn’t stop. Serena turned fully under the spray now, eyes closed, water streaming over her face. Her breasts faced him directly—full, heavy, water beading on the nipples. The soft curve of her belly glistened. Her hips and thighs shifted as she soaped lower, and he watched, transfixed, as her fingers brushed over the apex of her thighs. She wasn’t touching herself sexually, but the sight was intimate enough to make his wolf howl.

She let the cover slide down to her waist and smiled when she saw the way his eyes widen and the bulge in his pants twitch to life. Sebastian looked into her eyes, she had those bedroom eyes, deep blue ones that sparkled and could break a man's heart if he is not careful, " I have a meeting in my company this morning, go back to sleep I won't be gone for long". Serena tossed the cover off, boldly showing off her naked body, men always liked the way she look and Sebastian was no different from them, " Can't you stay a little longer?" Seeing her naked, he knew what she was doing, tempting him. He had to fight the urge not to jump back into bed but he had an important meeting to attend, going o

Of course Mia would have her number saved so intimately, so disgustingly, in Knox's phone. The message contained several explicit photos, clearly meant for Knox's eyes only. Serena felt her face flush hotly as she stared at the X-rated images. They showed a nude, curvaceous feminine form from the neck down, artfully posed in a variety of provocative positions that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Serena instantly recognized those luscious curves, that flawless tanned skin, as belonging to none other than Mia Collins. Her stomach twisted with a sickening combination of anger, heartbreak, and a sense of utter debasement.

Serena squealed and tried to stop me, but I teased her even harder. “I miss your dirty mouth.” She snorted. “Like you miss my pussy?” This time, I slapped her pussy. “Yes, Baby.” Serena took off her t-shirt and lay naked on the kitchen island. Her long black hair spread out on the table, adding to her beauty. Her large breasts with my bite marks moved gently as Serena squeezed them. It was such a tantalizing sight that I had to put up with her temptation. “What are you waiting for?” Serena spreads her legs wide until her wet pussy is on full display. “Give me your cock, Daddy,” she said while rubbing her clit.

His voice came out rough and hungry against her ear. “Fuck… I want those perfect ass cheeks. I want to slide my cock between them.” Serena was delirious, completely lost in subspace. “Take whatever you want,” she gasped breathlessly. “It’s yours… everything’s yours tonight.” He pulled out of her pussy with a wet pop, setting her down on shaky legs. Without being told, Serena turned around on her own, bending forward over the railing again — but this time she arched her back deeply, spreading her legs wider and pushing her ass up high, offering herself completely. Her upper body leaned far over the railing, tits hanging out, ass presented like a gift.

She looked back at the time she heard “Who are you?” It was ridiculous but Serena felt like pinching herself. So perfect was the lady that was scowling at her so that she looked like a fairy. Her milky-white skin was such a perfect contrast to her rainwater-water straight black, long hair that came down well beneath her breasts. The lady had on a beige, tank top that moulded her ample breast very well with enough cleavage to entice the eyes. Her short jeans felt moulded to her skin and her beige boots looked classy enough that Serena automatically wondered how much one could get such a thing.

And finally, Serena could see. She blinked and blinked again, but the vision in front of her never wavered. And oh, what a vision. There Raphael stood, a realization of godlike perfection, naked but for his low-riding jeans. Serena’s eyes skimmed over his abdomen, chest, and arms, his beauty reminding her of Olympian Gods with their bodies sculpted in marble. The way his hair played about his rugged jaw and shoulders made her yearn to feel it brush against her own skin. Just thinking about it produced tingling sensations from the tips of her fingers to the pit of her stomach.