Valentina Valshe Nude Novels & Stories

A string quartet stood in the corner, tuning their instruments—the discordant scrapes and plucks of the violins setting my teeth on edge. "Again," the instructor snapped. She was a woman named Madame Valeska, a skeletal figure who looked like she hadn't smiled since the Cold War. "Ms. Monroe, your posture is that of a wilted celery stalk. Shoulders back! You are to be a billionaire’s bride, not a beggar!"

Matteo Valentino ~•~ I stared at Cassie in adoration. She looked hot as fuck cuffed to the bed and legs wide open. Her breathing was heavy from adrenaline, causing her big breasts to heave up and down. It stimulated my dick. Initially, the plan had been to pleasure only her, but I didn't think I could go another minute without being inside of her. "Cara baby," I called her attention and she finally looked away from Rowan to me. "Can you handle two cocks at once?"

The stack of photos showed Valerie and Eugene entering a hotel together. Valerie's face went pale, and she asked, "Didn't you agree to let me have a baby with Eugene?" I sneered, my voice cold. "I agreed to IVF, not this. I didn't sign up for you two sneaking around and getting pregnant naturally. You want me to hand over half my assets after this? Do you even have a shred of shame?" Hearing me lash out, Eugene finally stepped in, his face twisted with forced composure. "Mr. Greene, can you at least try to be civil? There's no need to be so harsh."

“And the shoes. Stand in front of me.” With movements that seemed to last an eternity, Elena unclasped her bra and let it fall. She slid the panties down, feeling the slickness of her own arousal. Finally, she unbuckled the straps of her high heels, leaving herself completely naked in the center of her immaculate living room. The shoes—symbols of her professional armor—now lay beside the torn dress like trophies of her surrender. Valentim watched her for a long moment, his face unreadable. “Beautiful,” he said, and the word sounded not like an empty compliment, but like a factual observation, as though he were assessing the quality of a piece of marble. “Now, on your knees.”

the brunette said, stepping closer, her hand trailing down my chest. "Sasha," the blonde added, batting lashes that screamed fake. I poured myself a scotch, neat, and downed half in one swallow. The burn matched the fire in my veins. "Strip." They didn’t hesitate. Good girls. Valeria peeled off her lace slowly, teasing, hips swaying to the muffled bass from outside. Her breasts spilled free—heavy, nipples already peaked in the cool air. Sasha was quicker, efficient, kicking off her heels and shimmying out of the fishnets, revealing smooth, shaved skin that begged to be marked.

I pulled the fabric back, exposing a deep, teasing view of my cleavage. I wanted to see if those cold eyes of hers could actually melt. I knocked. Knock. Knock. The door swung open almost immediately. Fuck! My jaw dropped. Yesterday, Valentina looked like a god in a suit, but this morning, she was a goddess. She was wearing a tight black sports bra and low-slung gray sweatpants. Her body was a masterpiece of hard work. Her abs were carved like rock, and the muscles in her arms, damn… so tight and defined.

More like someone was barking. She raised her head a little bit and rubbed her eyes with her fist. She was sleeping on a soft bed, how come it's hard now. She looked down to see where she was sleeping. All she could find is a sun kissed skin, toned chest and veiny biceps. She gulped down her saliva and looked at the creature on whom she was sleeping. Her soul left her body when she saw Xavier sleeping peacefully while his breath fanned her skin. She tensed and tried getting away from him but alas his strong arms held her on his chest. Valentina blushed hard in the morning. She didn't expect such intimate position where all the private parts were passing his body. She could feel his hardness

Then she decided to freshen her body up and even down there also. Valentina decided to also take her hair out of its half up and half down style. Her curls had slightly fallen a little but she just decided to just let her hair go. She left the bathroom and pulled off her dress. The dress didn't require her to wear a bra so she was already halfway done. Lastly she took off her underwear and climbed into his bed. It smelt like him and there she was in her comfort space. Valentina got into the position Alexander had asked of her shamelessly, then she put her face down and had her ass up. She felt like an idiot, because here she was, exposed in his bedroom.

Valen chuckles and finally pulls his fingers out and steps back a little to discard his pants, getting naked, revealing his thick, long shaft, fully erected and throbbing. Ilya gulps at the sight. Last time they had sex, Ilya was in heat. Even a blowjob doesn't prepare Ilya for the size of the alpha’s monster. “It’s going to rip,” he whispers, eyes glued on Valen's member. "You've taken it before." Valen’s eyes glint dangerously, and then he grabs Ilya’s slender waist, turning him around and forcing his head into the pillows, sticking out his ass. Valen salivates at the sight of his pink, dripping ass.

I think this is the first time I see him like this. "Okay, I'll do it," I say, just out of spite. Just to piss Damon off even more, “Do I have to be fully nude?" "Yes, but it will be tasteful, darling, you have my word," Valerio says, eyes almost sparkling as he looks me up and down. He grabs my hand and pulls me up, then he spins me around, "Lovely, absolutely perfect for the brand. I want your hair down covering your breasts and those dead eyes looking straight at the camera."