All Chapters of Naked Scripts: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

CHAPTER 7Sunday morning arrived slow and golden. Sunlight poured through the windows of the empty house. Jade and Ryan woke tangled in his sheets, bodies sore but hungry for more. They looked at each other and smiled without words. Today was their last full day alone. They planned to make it count.“Every room,” Jade whispered against his chest. “We christen every single one before they get home.”Ryan kissed her deep. “Deal. Starting right now.”They started in the parents’ bedroom. The big king bed felt forbidden and exciting. Sunlight streamed through the open curtains and painted their skin warm gold.Jade pushed Ryan down onto the soft comforter. She straddled him slow, wearing nothing. Her pussy was already wet from thinking about this all night. She guided his hard cock inside her and sank down inch by inch.“Fuck,” Ryan groaned. “You feel so good in the morning.”She started riding him lazy and deep. Hips rolled in wide circles. She leaned forward so her breasts brushed his c

CHAPTER 2MIATwo weeks later, I stepped onto the bus with my heart pounding harder than ever, the city lights blurring outside as the doors hissed shut behind me. The ride had people scattered in seats at first, chatting or on phones, so Xander stayed professional—nodding politely with that deep voice rumbling, "Evening, Mia. Good to see you again.""Good to see you too," I said softly, smiling shyly as I paid and sat a few rows back, thighs pressing together because just seeing him—broad shoulders straining his uniform shirt, thick arms flexing on the wheel, salt-and-pepper hair catching the lights—made me wet. I'd touched myself every night since that kiss in the depot, replaying his dominant grip on my neck, his growl, that hard bulge under me. I was obsessed.The stops came, passengers trickling off one by one until after the last stop, the bus was empty again—just me and him, rolling through dark streets. I stayed seated, pretending to scroll my phone, but my pulse raced because

CHAPTER 4MIAA few nights later, I boarded the bus with my body already on fire, heart racing because I knew what was coming. The bus emptied early, passengers trickling off stop by stop until it was just us again, rolling quiet through dark streets.Xander glanced in the mirror, eyes dark and possessive, voice rumbling low over the speaker. " Stay seated till I park.""Yes, Daddy," I whispered soft, thighs pressing together because I was dripping already, clit throbbing needy for his touch.He pulled into a secluded spot fast—deep in an industrial area, no lights, no cars, just shadows hiding the bus perfect. The engine cut, doors locked with that final click that made my pulse spike. He stood, tall and broad, uniform shirt straining his thick arms and chest, salt-and-pepper beard framing that strong jaw. "Come to the back, baby girl," he ordered dominant, voice rough with want. "Daddy's starving for that sweet pussy."I walked shaky to the long back bench, legs jelly from anticipat

CHAPTER 6MIA"Cum in me, Daddy!" I begged, pushing back.He did, groaning wrecked, pumping thick ropes deep, flooding me hot as I came with him.Xander pulled out slowly, his huge cock still twitching inside me, cum leaking warm and sticky down my thighs as he groaned low in my ear. "Come on, baby girl," he murmured rough but gentle, lifting me easy in his strong arms like I weighed nothing. "Let's clean you up. Daddy made a mess of that pretty pussy."I nodded weak, body sore and buzzing, legs shaky from how many times he'd wrecked me overnight. "Yes, Daddy," I whispered, clinging to his neck as he carried me to the bathroom, his fit body warm and solid against mine.He set me on the counter, turning on the shower steam hot, then grabbed a warm cloth, cleaning me tender but possessive—wiping between my thighs slow, fingers brushing my swollen pussy lips, making me whimper sensitive. "Look at this," he growled low, eyes dark on my leaking core. "Daddy's thick cum dripping out of you.

CHAPTER 2AVAThunder rumbled outside, shaking the windows, but the real storm was inside Grant's bedroom. Lightning flashed white across the walls as I lay pressed against him, my back to his chest, his strong arm locked around my waist like he never wanted to let go. His cock was rock-hard against my ass—thick, impossibly long, throbbing through his boxers and my thin sleep shorts. Every tiny shift of my hips made it twitch, and I couldn't help grinding back slow, needy.Grant's breath hitched against my neck. "Ava… this is so wrong, baby," he whispered, voice low and strained, almost broken. "We shouldn't be doing this."But his hand was already moving—sliding under my tank top, palm rough and warm against my stomach, then higher until he cupped my breast fully. His thumb brushed my nipple, slow circles that made me arch and whimper."I know," I breathed, pushing my ass back harder against him. "But I need you, Grant. Please."He groaned deep in his throat, the sound vibrating thro