Books With Nudity Novels & Stories

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.

Pretend none of this was happening. Instead, I pulled the oversized sweater over my head, revealing the thin tank top underneath. My nipples were clearly visible, hard and begging for attention. Kane’s gaze dropped to my chest, hunger flashing in his eyes. “Bra too.” I reached behind me and unclasped it with trembling fingers, letting the straps slide down my arms. My breasts spilled free, small but perky, nipples tight and rosy in the firelight. “Fuck,” Kane breathed, almost reverently. One large hand came up, cupping my left breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak. I gasped, arching into his touch. “So perfect, so innocent... and all mine for the next however long this storm lasts.”

bought for Brook the day before, but she hadn't brought anything that skimpy with her for her night at Cindy's. She was wearing a skimpy bikini style pair that made her feel good the way they stretched over her body and showed off the shape of her ass and pussy mound. Brook was still wearing her bra, but she took it off and was in no more of a hurry to cover up than Cindy seemed to be. Cindy's nipples were hard and looked really nice. Brook's nipples got hard, too. She still had her mind filled with thoughts about Tom, but her friend's daring panties were earning her attention.

Hey dear readers! After reading do leave your reviews to encourage me. Also try my other books; Bad boy Stole My Innocence- ongoing Queen of Assassins - completed Thank you! Your Author KK ~~~~~~~~ In the middle of a big room, Celestine laid silently on a Queen size bed all wrapped up in red sheets and duvet. Her big eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings and slightly her eyelids moved upwards. Celestine blinked and looked around the unfamiliar room which was more like a room filled with blood suffocating other people.

**** ~SELENA POV~~ I sat on my bed holding my phone, the book on the screen was tempting my stepbrother. I had never been into romance stories before, but these pas two weeks I had been reading more than usual. The first two chapters were really hot. The male lead and female lead where pinned on the bed fucking intensely. My body was already reacting to it, and I pressed my thighs together. Goodness, I miss Henry's cock so much. I was about to picture him while I touched myself when the door opened. Looking up, I froze to find Zane waking inside.

This was Dante Moretti, and after the stunt I pulled downstairs, there was a huge chance the boxes contained my worst nightmare. Regardless, I dragged them inside, making a mental note to take another shower to wash off the fine beads of perspiration coating my skin. Whispering a quick prayer to whoever cared to listen, I picked up my face blade and opened up the first box. My breath caught in my throat. Before me were rows and columns of carefully arranged books, most of the covers bearing sweaty, half-naked men and women in different stages of copulation, and the ones that didn’t had dark covers with obscure details that were covert yet somehow let you know exactly what the book was about.

ROOMMATES WITH BENEFITS PT 3 Saturday morning started with the sound of a drawer sliding open. Harper sat on the edge of her bed and tipped the entire contents onto the sheets. Dildos of different sizes and colors spilled out first, followed by a cordless wand, a pair of adjustable nipple clamps, and a small leather flogger with soft tails. Lila stood in the doorway watching, still in the tank top and shorts she had slept in. “No classes. No shifts,” Harper said. “We use all of it.”

Halfway through she found the high-resolution black-and-white photographs she adored, the ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff cock or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a man taking her from behind. Often she had fantasies develop around these pictures, ones she typed down for her blog, ones she brought with her to bed late at night. She looked at a picture of a tall strong man holding a limp and naked girl in his burly arms, his face hidden by the shadow as he held his prize before him. Claimed by him.

A few books shifted but didn’t fall. His hands roamed under my sweater now, warm and sure. He traced my ribs, then cupped my breasts over my bra. I arched into him, a small sound escaping my throat. “Quiet,” he reminded me, but his voice was rough. “Even if we’re alone down here.” I nodded and pulled him closer. We kissed like that for what felt like forever, learning each other in the dark. His fingers teased the edge of my bra, then slipped inside. When he brushed my nipple, I gasped.

"Watch me, Chris." His jaw locked. I could see the muscles in his neck straining as I reached for the front clasp of the red bra. I unhooked it slowly, letting the lace fall away to reveal my breasts. I began to massage them, my thumbs circling my nipples into hard peaks. "Daphne... f-fuck..." Chris groaned, covering his mouth with his hand. It looked physically painful for him to stay still. I ignored his plea, letting out a long, high-pitched moan as I arched my back. I spread my legs wide on the marble island, the red net leggings and matching panties leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.