Absolutely Blake Nude Novels & Stories

“You’re definitely not dressing like you’re going to sleep.” I froze slightly. I turned slowly. “I was just...” “Don’t,” she cut in, walking closer, arms crossed, eyes scanning me. “I know that look.” “What look?” “The ‘I’m about to do something reckless’ look.” I let out a small breath. “It’s not reckless.” “It’s always reckless when Damon Thorne is involved.” That made my heart skip. Annoying. “You know about that?” I asked. Avery snorted. “Zara, this is Blackthorn. Everyone knows everything.”

Not tonight. The dress is a backless, V-neck black number that barely qualifies as clothing. It stops right under my butt, half my stomach exposed, nothing but rope hugging my body in all the right places. It clings, accentuates, announces me before I speak. I look good. I know that but knowing and believing are two different things.

Whatever it was, she didn't want him to stop as she continued to moan while still pushing her ass to his dick and she could bet she felt his cap almost meeting with her wet femininity. "You smell so fucking nice." Blake complimented as he used his left hand that was massaging her ass and placed it on Abigail's head. In a sharp manner that had Abigail whimper, he wrapped her hair in his hand, not giving a damn if she was being hurt by how much he grasped her hair that kept on falling to her neck and not giving him enough access to plant his bites on her. Blake started to undress Abigail, starting with her lingerie push-up bra which he slowly pushed down her arm until it finally revealed her f

Bare-chested, broad-shouldered, with nothing but loose sleeping pants slung low on his hips, he looked almost unreal; like a painting suddenly come to life. Calley’s gaze betrayed her before she could control it. Her eyes slipped downward, drawn irresistibly to the bold, black ink sprawling across his chest, shoulder, and down his arm. A Polynesian tribal design, thick and intricate, alive with sharp lines and curves that seemed to pulse against his skin. It was impossible not to stare; it commanded attention, dominance radiating from each mark.

She was really wet and felt it was the perfect distraction for him. "You do know I can never let you f*ck me. Coward!",she yelled. "Let's see about that",Andre answered as she dropped the gun and pushed her flat on the bed. She managed to move the phone but it fell straight to the floor. She feared the screen might have gone out. He saw her naked body again and his cock sprung out like it had met the heavens. "This body would be mine. I bet you."the young man said as he began to rub her thighs. She started to feel vibrations up her body.

"A man helped a fellow out." "And who is this man?" Despite the wrongly timed important interrogation that came off, at that moment, as playful and an off-topic spice to their burning furnace, Louisa could not help but press as she watched him hastily take off the canopy of fabric on his angry bulge. He was now dick-hard naked in front of her searchy eyes, her sculpting eyes. Louisa's hands twitched from the lurking temptation of romancing his body. Her own body yearned, screamed. Her pussy did that thing it did earlier that day again. It thumped. Harder and thirstier as anticipation metastasized like cancer cells from within.

How could I say no? I slowly nodded as I reached down and grabbed the hem of Blake's shirt and lifted it up and over his head, leaving his torso bare for me to stare at. He wasn't as big as Blair but was still muscular. There were no tattoos that I could see and with his clean shaven face and tight hair cut, he almost looked innocent compared to the beast that was Blair. His entire demeanor was different from his brother's and it excited me beyond anything that has ever excited me. My skin was on fire and my nipples were already hard from the anticipation of their pleasure.

“Strip yourself.” Despite feeling slightly embarrassed, I sat up and took off every piece of clothing I had on until I was completely naked. “This should be fine right?” I could barely hold his gaze as I asked. Professor Blake took in the sight of my naked body, his eyes dark with lust. “Fuck, you're perfect,” he breathed. He shrugged off his shirt completely, his gaze never leaving me. “Lie down and spread your legs for me.” I lay down on the desk and did as he'd ask. I couldn't tell why I felt bolder now but something in me, perhaps it was just the taste of something this forbidden had me too aroused to think about the consequences.