Alexandra Grant Nude Novels & Stories

Alex, the enigmatic and ruthless billionaire, stood in the center of the room, his back against the wall and his pants unzipped. One of the maids, a petite woman with a timid expression, was on her knees before him. Her hands were working deftly, freeing his erect member. The soft light in the room danced across Alex's chiseled features, highlighting the sharp planes of his face and the tense muscles in his neck.

“Alex…” He unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts. His mouth closed over one nipple, tongue circling and sucking while his hand kneaded the other. Elena rocked harder against him, the friction driving her wild. She tugged at his shirt until he yanked it off, revealing a toned chest and defined abs. Her hands explored greedily—tracing muscle, nails scraping lightly down his back. They shifted together, clothes shedding in a heated rush. Alex laid her back on the couch, peeling her dress and panties off completely. He paused to drink her in: flushed skin, full breasts, the glistening wetness between her thighs. “Beautiful,”

“Called me flat chested or too curvy in the wrong places ugly face that would never get laid. I started binding and cutting my hair to escape that shit. But today with you it flipped everything. You fucked me like you could not get enough even knowing I was hiding all this.” My free hand brushed his arm and I felt heat rush through me fresh wetness leaking out. “Damn that is fucked up but look at you now,” he replied leaning closer so his breath hit my ear. “Brave as hell and sexy as fuck. Those tits I sucked earlier, those hips I grabbed while pounding you deep. I want to explore every part of the real Alexandra. We can keep the Alex thing around others but when we are alone I want you moan