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.

Chapter 4: Complete Addiction By the third morning at the lakeside cabin, Lila had already crossed a line she could never uncross. She woke up naked, wrists bound to the headboard with soft leather cuffs the men had brought. The sheets beneath her were already damp from the previous night’s activities. Her body felt heavy and used, her heavy breasts marked with red fingerprints and bite marks, her thick thighs slick, and her pussy and ass still throbbing from being stretched and filled for hours the day before.

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.”

Our lips moved slowly together while my breathing grew heavier. He held me firmly as his hands wandered over my body. My fingers tangled deeper in his hair while I pressed myself closer to him. “Fuck…” he muttered under his breath. His hands slid under my gown as he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra. His fingers squeezed my breasts and I gasped softly, my head falling back slightly. My hands tightened in his hair while his mouth moved along my neck. “Damn… your tits are huge,” he breathed, rubbing his face between them.

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.

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.

Cold air hit my skin, but his gaze warmed me fast. Ethan stripped too, revealing the hard lines of his chest and arms. He was built from real work, not a gym. Scars on his side, hair trailing down his stomach. My mouth went dry. He stepped close, hands sliding down my sides, pushing my sweatpants and panties off together. I stood naked in front of him, heart racing. He lowered me onto the rug, the wool soft under my back. But he didn’t stay on top. He flipped me gently onto my stomach, then pulled my hips up so I was on my knees, ass raised toward him. The position felt raw, exposed. Possessive.

"Lots and lots of books." "Ah, you must have found the hidden p**n section of the library," Laz jokes as he sits down next to us. "One of the previous Legacies had a part-time job writing erotica. She didn't need the money, she just liked writing naughty things and knowing her words were making people orgasm around the world." My cheeks are burning. It is one thing talking about these things to Nyx, but sometimes I forget that there are seven other people at this table with us and that some of them might be listening in.

Only two seem to be nonfiction and self help books, yet when i check what content they will be self helping me with i feel surprise running through me. "The delicate art of seduction and manipulation." I fling that one to a corner of the room and pick up the other. "How to make men beg for a chance to fuck you." I fling that one even harder and it joins its partner on the floor near my wardrobe. There are four remaining. Four novels which I have two days to myself to devour. The smile that works its way up my face is radiant. I'm going to have such a good time.