Willow Preston Nude Novels & Stories

“I need you too much.” She moaned as I pressed my lips to hers again, working to free her from the ruined shirt. Her bra met the same fate, and the moment that beautiful skin was revealed to me, I leaned down and took one of her nipples into my mouth, eliciting a cry of ecstasy from her. I moved to the other, giving it the same attention before unzipping her skirt and pulling it off along with her underwear. Willow pushed up to meet me again, but I pressed her down with a hand on her chest, keeping her there as I grabbed one of her calves, pulling her wide open for me. The scent of her arousal filled the room.

This Willow was different - this Willow was not shy or reserved and she knew exactly what she wanted. Knox could not help himself as he placed the mug down and went ahead to wrap his arms across her naked breast. "No, Knox," Willow said. "I need to get going." "I am so proud of who you have become." There was nothing sexual about his hold on her, even though she was completely nude while he was only in briefs. "It took a storm to be this calm." Willow sighed. "I know." "I need to go." "I know." "When do you leave?" She repeated her question.

Grace immediately looked up and asked, "What happened?" Ashley scrolled through her phone and exclaimed, "It turns out that Willow has an illegitimate child. This is huge news!" Surprised, Grace took out her phone to read the news. Indeed, that morning, the paparazzi had revealed that Willow had a child. By that afternoon, they had released footage of her secretly meeting a man, with the child calling him 'Daddy'! The internet went into a frenzy.

“…to ourselves!” Willow’s eyes close as she moans, her head falling back from the pleasure of my touch. I rip her vest top off, which won’t be wearable again. Earning a squeal from Willow. I pull her bra down and her breasts spring from its confines. I move my kisses down to her nipples and lick them before sucking on them. She watches me as I move my kisses down along her stomach. Down to her leggings, where I pull at her waist band. I look up at her as she bites her bottom lip.

My naked body was still buzzing from all the teasing in the front seat and my pussy felt swollen and empty, aching for something I knew I shouldn’t want , especially from him. Grayson turned and fixed me with that calm but hungry stare. “Backseat now Willow. Strip and get in position. This is the final test. You accept it fully or I drive you straight to the county and file the charges tonight. Your choice.” I climbed over the seat on shaky legs, my heart slamming against my ribs. He stepped out, opened the back door and folded his big frame beside me, closing us into the tight dark space. The cruiser felt even smaller with his uniform filling most of it and me completely bare.

Willow stood frozen in place. Her eyes were shimmering with unshed tears, and her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Yet, she stubbornly kept her chin up. "What did you just say, Willie?" Caspian stared at her in disbelief. Willow yanked her hand out of his and choked out, "Mr. Henderson, what will it take for you to leave me alone? Your wife wants to rip my clothes off in public. Are you satisfied now?"

Ronan’s control was ironclad, but she could see the fire burning behind his eyes. “Strip,” he commanded softly. “Slowly. I want to watch every second.” Willow’s hands shook as she unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall open to reveal her black lace bra. She slid the blouse off her shoulders, then unzipped her skirt, letting it pool at her feet. She stood before him in just her bra and panties, feeling incredibly exposed. Ronan’s gaze devoured her. “All of it.” She unhooked her bra, letting her full breasts spill free. Her nipples were already hard. Then she slid her panties down her legs, stepping out of them. She stood completely naked before her professor, cheeks burning, pussy already wet

An audible gasp leaves his mouth. “What is it?” I ask, unable to help myself. “Is it related to the search?” Cary looks at me, his eyes blown wide, face turning white as plain sheet. What is that even about? “Cary?” He holds his phone up. Right there, is a photo of Willow tied to a chair with chains. She looks distraught. Cary swipes the screen. The next photo is of Willow seated at a dinning table, dressed in a slutty little dress. Her breasts are nearly spilling out of the bodice. She looks so uncomfortable in the picture.

Willow Warma was known to be a well-behaved lady in the circle of socialites. The wildest thing she had ever done was dating her brother’s rival behind his back for three years and letting him take intimate videos of her. At present, she was naked in a Maybach, while he was still dressed properly. He even had a phone beside him. “Andrew…” she whispered softly. “Could you… stop filming?” Andrew Sullivan, her boyfriend, froze for a moment before he chuckled. He looked up, and her image reflected in his eyes. With a doting but teasing look, he said, “What’s wrong? Feeling shy?

Dammit, shut up! She sighs deeply and pushes her plate away. “You’re right, I know. I just don’t want to…I’ll get over it.” “That’s my girl,” I say and squeeze her hand. “Come on, I’ll walk you down.” I’m acutely aware of the fact that she’s completely naked under my t-shirt. Willow doesn’t seem bothered by it at all, but she does come from a place where they have sex on altars in front of others, so her feelings about it are probably different from mine. Not that I can talk – werewolves regularly walk around naked in front of mixed company.