American Skin Novel Novels & Stories

My eyes stayed on the steak in front of me. "Take your shirt off." He didn't move until I lifted my gaze slowly. "I said—take it off." His hands trembled slightly as he reached for the hem. He peeled the shirt off, standing bare-chested at the table. I looked at him carefully now. He had pale skin with a few bruises still visible on it. The curve of his stomach tightening with every breath. My cock twitched hard at the sight of his lean body. Fuck. This wasn't my plan for the evening, but this boy had a way of getting me hard even in the worst moments.

Until I open my eyes and dump once again this feeling. Fine Missamy! Enough! My clothes are getting wet already because of your tears! If you are just looking for the warmth of my body, just say so… What? What did you just say Jeff? Warmth of your body? Are you now insane Jeff? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE

🍑Sin City Exposure🍑 “Fuck, Zara… someone’s going to see us.” I ignored Derrick’s warning and pressed my body harder against the glass balcony railing of our 45th-floor suite at The Cosmopolitan in Las Vegas. The neon lights of the Strip glittered below like a sea of diamonds, the distant sound of slot machines and crowds floating up on the warm desert wind. My short black dress was already bunched around my waist, my bare ass exposed to the night air as Derrick stood behind me, his thick cock rubbing against my soaked pussy.

Her uniform clung damply to her skin, the humidity pressing in like a second layer. Bed four drew her attention again. The girl is no older than ten. She lay curled beneath crisp sheets, her skin flushed and fevered. The burns were odd. No blistering. No trauma. Just heat. Like fire lived inside her. Isla frowned, scanning the chart. “Her temperature is climbing again. No signs of infection. No external source.” “She doesn’t burn like humans do.” The voice came from behind her. Low, gravelled, and far too close. Isla spun around, instinct flaring. The man in the doorway was tall, broad-shouldered, with dark eyes that shimmered gold in the emergency lighting. Not metaphorically. Literally.

“Hmm, my answer to that has to be coapsed doggy.” “Why?” “Because it just has a way of hitting the G spot directly and I like that the man can hold my hands from behind and push my face into the bed and do whatever he wants to do with me.” I bit my lips, and I felt a tingling sensation in between my legs. I was getting hornier and hotter while seating. “I feel like a lot of other woman who has also tried this style can testify to what you are saying now.” “Yes, they can.”

Two people sat outside the entrance of my apartment looking completely out of place. One was a tall, thin man with stylish silver hair wearing a tweed jacket. A young woman, with the most amazing eyeliner I have ever seen, sat on a large trunk next to him. She wore a simple red dress that fluttered in the early evening breeze. “There she is,” the man said to the woman, his British accent deep and strong. It was similar to the Paradisian accent, but I definitely liked Henry’s better. The man held out his hand. “You must be Aria. The senator sent us.”