Talia Jackson Nude Novels & Stories

I was startled and stammered while he laughed softly. "Me? I don't think-" "Come on, Klein, you're my beta and best friend, you think I won't feel your desperation to say something since your arrival? Spill it." Jackson urged. I nervously scratched my hair. "The thing is, I'd love to see Talia," I confessed. "Talia?" "Yes,” Jackson chucked. "Well, it's about time." "You think you can help me with that?" I asked, holding my breath. "I'm one step ahead of you, buddy," Jackson said, supportively.

“To hell, in a handbasket.” Talia Jane had been living in his apartment for three weeks and he was positive she had showered in that time, but she hadn’t worn anything other than sweats or yoga pants. Not that he cared because she was fucking hot in whatever she wore, but she was currently blisteringly so in a pair of skinny jeans and a black t-shirt with a cartoon image of Maleficent and the words ‘It’s not me, it’s you’d inscribed on it…across her breasts. That was the only reason he was staring at them…because he was reading the words…

The satin sheets slipped from her body, revealing quite a few numbers of red and purple marks all over her body. The other side of the bed was cold so Talia used the thrown away white shirt loitered at the corner of the disheveled bed and got up to find her fuck buddy. She could not give him the title of a lover—not yet. With bare feet and only white oversized shirt hanging on her naked body, Talia found Izana talking to someone with his phone at the balcony. Her footsteps were heard and Izana ended the call seconds away as soon as she arrived and hugged his waist from behind.

I quickly turned the screen away, but a dark smirk grew on my face. It was a very dirty picture. Milo had taken a picture of himself in the shower. He had no clothes on at all. And he had sent it directly to Talia two nights ago. "He sent her his nude pictures," I said, a dry laugh escaping my mouth. "He actually sent her dirty videos too." "That is disgusting!" Maya gagged, still covering her eyes. "Why are you laughing?" "Because," I smiled, "he just gave me a giant weapon." "What do you mean?" she asked, peeking through her fingers.

“He is a show-off and there are rumors he got some girl pregnant by forcing himself on her. I am just doing my sisterly duties.” Talia shrugged off my concern, “Girls are more than willing to let him impregnate them as long as they can secure a chance to be his luna.” “Whatever. I just don’t like him. Find somebody else.” I got up and studied my reflection in the mirror. I was dressed in a backless tank top and jeans while Talia was wearing a short dress that perfectly hugged her curves. She had done a good job of taming my wild hair that now fell down my shoulders in waves. I looked fine but she truly looked like a diva.

When she finally came up gasping, strings of saliva and pool water connected her lips to his tip. “Fuck,” he rasped. She grinned, feral, triumphant, then hooked her arms under his knees, yanked him forward until his ass hung half off the edge. His legs dangled in the water; she stayed between them, standing on the underwater ledge so her breasts were level with his cock. Talia peeled the straps of her suit down, freeing her breasts, full, bronzed, nipples tight from cold water and arousal. She pressed them together around his shaft, slid up and down, titty-fucking him while waves from the overflow splashed against their bodies.

"What? I'll have to be fully naked in front of you?" "Come on Philip, we'll probably be naked in front of each other many times from now on, don't you think?" He raised an eyebrow. "Yes, you have a point" "If you're ashamed about it I can get naked with you" Mikhail hugged the other. "You naked will make me feel even more ashamed, I don't want to see you fully naked yet" Philip said hiding his face in Mikhail's chest. "Yet huh?" "I'll hit you dumbass" He pulled away from the other's chest "But maybe if you keep your underwear on I'll feel a little better"

ALIX On the other side, Alix remains frozen. She watches the scene, unable to move, unable to say anything. Her face reflects the fear and shame of having been used as an instrument in this trap. She feels the weight of Tania's hatred, but also the relentless coldness of Lucas. She steps back slightly, aware that she is just an unwilling witness to this emotional carnage. TANIA I almost throw myself at him, hitting his shoulders, screaming at the top of my lungs, tears and rage mixing in a torrent. My whole body is swept by a storm. I scream, I cry, I suffocate, I struggle against the betrayal, against injustice, against myself.

But Talia’s irreverent confidence made it feel less like exposure and more like…normal. I slipped into the tub, sighing as heat seeped into sore muscles. Talia plopped down on a stool, rolled up her sleeves, and started detangling my hair with a comb she produced from somewhere. “So,” she said, tone casually nosy. “On a scale of one to ten, how good is our Alpha in bed? I’ve got a bet running with Jace.” I choked on a mouthful of air. “I— we— we didn’t—”

"Jackson! Gerard's rogue men just took Malia's body! Your claws have to save her life, quickly!" "What?! Gerard took Malia?" Jackson's voice sounds instantly tense and shaky over the line. "Why would the rogue supreme alpha do that to her?" "How should my mouth know why that madman did it?!" Talia curses loudly into the device. "They just grabbed her body and beat Noah up until his chest is coughing up pure blood!" She breaks into heavy tears. "I have heard Gerard is a notorious pervert with female captures... Malia's body is so beautiful and fertile, Jackson. Just think what his rough hands might do to her skin inside his dark citadel!"