Sophie Marceau Nue Novels & Stories

The textbooks were pushed to the side and forgotten as the beer flowed. Sophie was cute. She had light brown hair that waved into the middle of her back, blue eyes, and the warmest smile you’d ever seen. The light smattering of cinnamon-coloured freckles on her nose and over her shoulders popped against her suntanned skin under her white shoe-string camisole. She looked me over with those big blue doe-like eyes, but even I wasn’t enough of a jerk to break the bro-code, no matter how hot Sophie was. Stacey on the other hand…

he ordered the other ladies. Marcel reasoned that maybe his demons would awaken if they saw the ladies complete nakedness just like the other times he used to sleep with different ladies just to satisfy his demons’ hunger. They usually always come alive when they see the ladies complete nakedness and when he starts touching them but this was before he met Ella and before his demons became weirdly obsessed with having her. However Marcel was sure this should do the trick. All the ladies got naked and Marcel took his time to observe their bodies. They all have sexy looking bodies and were even more beautiful now that they were naked than before when they had clothes on.

Those words could hurt. Emily's comment caught my attention. "Luke and Emma work like machines, no time to breathe. Sophie's the free spirit. I hear she's planning another exhibition - wonder what she'll shock everyone with this time." Sophie was famous for provocative art, including a controversial self-portrait. The nude captured her with innocent eyes but sensual pose, a study in desired beauty. It drew crowds at her exhibition. The likeness was so striking that anyone who knew Sophie could recognize her.

Quickly adjusting her outfit, she transformed the T-shirt into a cropped top, exposing her midriff. With a casual toss of her hair, her demeanor shifted from casual to cool and captivating. Her slender waist and glowing skin were now on display. Marcelo watched, his eyes narrowing slightly, a hint of dryness in his throat. He reached for his champagne, taking a sip as his Adam's apple moved subtly. If the crowd outside caught a glimpse of Renee in that moment, they would undoubtedly be captivated. A hundred thousand dollars... seemed a meager sum for such a spectacle.

Gentle hands stroked her skin—Dom’s large palm running down her back, Kai’s fingers tracing lazy circles on her thigh, Rafe pressing soft kisses to her shoulder, and Marcus quietly combing through her hair with his fingers. “You’re incredible,” Dom murmured against her ear, voice deep and satisfied. “Taking all of us like that.” Sophia smiled, still a little dazed. “I didn’t know I could,” she admitted. Her body ached in the most delicious way—thoroughly used, thoroughly worshipped. Rafe nipped at her earlobe. “We’re not done with you yet, beautiful. We’ve still got several hours until we land in Monaco.” Kai’s hand slid higher up her thigh, teasing. “Think you can handle more?”

"Trust me on this one, mom. Right now, I am not Hailey, okay? I'm Felisha Hughes. Your model. The one who has been modeling your line all these years." I can see the question in her eyes but it was gone quickly when I saw the group, whom I was dreading the most, came to approaches us. Sophie has a wide smile spreading onto her face and her red fiery hair straight and swaying behind her back. She was wearing a pretty pastel white-nude dress, a crochet cardigan, and brown booties. Nico/Sheen was wearing a simple black shirt with a side pocket that has an Aztec design on it and black pants.

We shucked our clothes as well. The one thing about men going nude is there's no hiding your interest in attractive company. Both of us were showing our interest in a relatively short time. Marcia was one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen and none of the others were slouches either. Zoe was pronouncedly pregnant, but it had the effect of making her look radiant as opposed to ugly. Lucia was dark and trim. Lisa was gorgeous from the neck down, though showing bruising on her ribs. Only her face looked tattered. Marcia went to Sam and his arm went around her, kissing her deeply. I kissed Lisa lightly. "How are you, my love?"

A full, noisy laugh, all tiny teeth and unreasonable confidence. I power-walked several yards behind them, phone in hand, one earbud in, our group FaceTime open, and my lungs already reminding me that saving Pilates videos in a folder titled Start Next Week did not improve cardiovascular health through intention alone. On-screen, Sofia appeared against the Egyptian desert, wearing a field hat, her dark hair braided and her skin lit by the sun in a way that made her look like an archaeologist in an expensive movie who was about to fall in love with a deeply problematic professor.

The silk robe brushed against my bare skin underneath as I reached up high to grab the sugar jar from the top shelf, the movement made the belt slip loose. The robe fell open completely. Cool air hit my naked body, full breasts, soft curves, the neatly trimmed patch between my thighs. I gasped but didn’t rush to cover myself. Instead, I turned around slowly, letting him see everything. Marco’s breath caught sharply. "Fuck… Sophia." Heat rushed through me at the raw hunger in his voice. "Oops," I said softly, my heart pounding. He set the measuring cup on the counter with a deliberate clink and crossed the kitchen in two long strides. "You did that on purpose."

None of her bikini’s were semitransparent, perking things up and cut to turn men on. My eyes are glued to what I’m seeing before I even manage to drag them off her. Sophie spots me, eyes widening and blushes, grabbing for a towel to cover herself, but that image is etched into my mind and even though I forcefully drag my eyes away. All I can see is sexy, lacy, transparent, dark purple underwear, made for seduction, on a body I want to fuck so badly it has my heart rate upping a gear. Instant thoughts of her under me, peeling off that scrap of fabric……. Hell no.