Ashton Thorn Nude Novels & Stories

Just before he ordered Rina away, he heard Leila call out to him from her window. “My prince,” Leila said provocatively, “Come back! We haven’t finished!” Thorn looked up and saw Leila barely clothed. Her naked body was wrapped in thin, transparent silk. He could clearly see the contours of her plump breasts through the silk. Face flushed and hair tousled, she looked like she always did in the middle of sex. Serlon left Thorn, heading back to the inn without looking up. Leila flipped her hair over her shoulder, showing off her gorgeous collarbone and biting her lower lip. She knew Thorn wouldn’t be able to resist.

Thorne just took off his clothes, revealing a strong and muscular back. But on his back, there were blood-red nail marks. Thea stood there motionless. "Theodore, your back..." Thorne turned around and, despite appearing thin, truly embodied the golden ratio of looking slim in clothes and having flesh when undressed. "Oh, yesterday my skin inexplicably itched, and I scratched a few places." Thea was half-believing and half-doubting, always feeling that the directions of those few scratches were particularly strange. "Oh." Thea stood up, searched for a nail clipper from the drawer, and then sat back down next to Thorne. She pulled his hand and said softly, "I will help you trim your nails."

But as I scrolled further, the praise shifted. My name was replaced by his. Jaxon Thorne. The school's digital bulletin had his face plastered across the header, followed by a gallery of photos from the post-game press conference. One shot, in particular, made my thumb freeze on the screen. He was shirtless in the locker room, his skin glowing with a light glow of sweat that made the ink on his arms pop. Every muscle in his abdomen was illustrated, a deadly landscape of shadow and strength. The memory of the locker scene—the way he had pinned me, the way he had forced that shameful sound from my throat—flashed behind my eyes like a strobe light.

That night, as the moon crested, I slipped into the forest for solitude, the cool air a balm against my fevered skin. But they found me. Of course they did. 'Liora.' Thorne's voice cut through the trees first, deep and unyielding. I turned, my nightgown clinging to my sweat-damp body, to see him emerging from the shadows, shirtless, his muscled torso gleaming under the lunar light, tattoos of ancient runes snaking across his pecs. Behind him, Kasai and Riven flanked, both stripped to the waist, Kasai's lean form agile, Riven's bulk imposing.

His body was centimeters away from mine, his hand on the door next to my face. “Call me, Nick.” He smiled and seemed to relax. “Although, Mr. Thorn from your lips does sound very sexy.” “You do realise there is an unbalance here again?” I pointed out. He tilted his head. “You said you would sweeten the deal after the dance, that got interrupted. Now because of that interruption I am stood here in front of you unmasked and here you are still masked.” “That is very true.” His smile this time was accompanied by a devilish look in his eyes. “How about we correct all of that now?”

I want to bend him over and fuck him already. I can't see any doubt or shyness in Ashton's face right now as if he were accustomed to having his body photograph but since he has an alter account on Twitter, that might be the reason why he is accustomed to taking pictures of his naked body. "Okay, great. Squeeze the butt a bit more Zie." Jeth instructed again, I squeeze Ashton's butt firmly to the point where I could hear him moaning. It took us about an hour before Jeth packed up our shoot. Ashton and I sat down on the couch and I put the robe on Ashton's body when I notice that his body was trembling, it looks like he's freezing.

Ash growled as he rubbed himself through his pants, watching me as a fire lit behind his eyes. Continuing my strip-tease, I removed my blouse, followed by my skirt, until I was standing in only my lace bra and thong set. I bit my lip as I released my breasts, fondling them and pinching my nipples, moaning Ash’s name as I did; the strained look on his face was truly priceless. I turned my back to him, gripping the hem of my thong, and leaned forward, pulling them off of me; my ass and already soaked cunt on full display for my husband.

he said unreasonably before diverting his eyes back to Claudia, who couldn't take her eyes off him. Ashton continued undressing till he was standing naked in all glory, his shaft so hard and twitching, and it was eleven inches long with thickness not worse than mine. His ripped, gorgeous body was exposed to the light, making him appear like a sex god. "Ashton..." I called but he cut me off. "You have been enjoying her for so long, no?" he said while palming his dick, lust hidden in his eyes "It's my turn now..." he added. I watched Claudia know her reaction, her mouth was open, and she kept swallowing, but her eyes were actually pleading for Ashton to fuck her till she couldn't move anymore.

He shoved me down onto it, the cold stone a shocking contrast to the fever in my skin. "Clothes off," he commanded. "Everything. I want you bare under the moonlight." I didn't hesitate. I stripped with frantic, clumsy movements, my clothes falling in a heap on the gravel. I stood before him, completely naked, my body shivering from the cold and the relentless vibration of the egg. My cock was standing at full attention, dripping onto the stone. Thorne didn't strip. He stayed in his expensive suit, looking like a god of judgment as he circled me. He reached out, his thumb catching a bead of pre-cum and rubbing it over the head of my cock.

If he wasn’t here, I would be on the floor right now. Mrs. Ashford looks between me and Thorne before she sighs. “I’m not sure what is going on between you two, but the packs are already talking about your tryst. They see it as inappropriate and filthy that you, Thorne, would partake in paying someone to sleep with you.” “Is that all?” Thorne’s deep voice rumbles above me.