Brent Rivera Nude Novels & Stories

“Come in.” The door creaked open, and River stepped in, looking fresh and calm. He was wearing just a pair of loose swim trunks and a thin white shirt that was unbuttoned. Through the thin fabric of the shirt, I could see the tattoo of my name that was sitting pretty on his skin. My heart did a little flip. He was always so effortlessly handsome—every fucking time. They didn't even have to try. “Rex and Rain are out,” he said, leaning against the doorframe.

He pushed off his wet trunks, and now naked, he propped himself up on his bed with his laptop. The image came up just in time to show Brenda slip out of her bikini on the far side of her bed, facing Bryce's camera. His dick began to quickly expand as he took in the beauty of those gorgeous tits and the little landing-strip muff of pubic hair that adorned her pronounced pussy-mound.

The door to the attached gym opened, and whatever I'd been about to say died in my throat. Rivera emerged, shirtless, his skin glistening with sweat from what must have been an intense workout. A towel hung around his neck, and he was using one end to wipe his face as he headed toward the kitchen. My brain completely short-circuited. I'd known, intellectually, that Rivera was fit. You didn't maintain the kind of athletic build he had without serious dedication to physical training. But knowing it and seeing it were two entirely different things.

Me: I have to go now, text you soon. Brent: Have a good day. Glad you texted. The drive to his house is filled with nerve-wracking thoughts, what if he has someone else? What if he was done waiting for me? I'd just be embarrassing the shit out of myself. I find the spare key and let myself in, this is it. No takebacks. I strip and put on a net bikini that barely covers my breasts and pussy. I take a deep breath and pad through the house to the jacuzzi section, it is covered but there are lounge chairs out like I had suspected.

With a huff, River started to unbutton her blouse, her movements jerky with defiance. She slid it off her shoulders, revealing the lacy bra that was so close to her skin color that it left absolutely nothing to imagination. And her nipples were so hard that they poked through the flimsy material. She stook up to take off her skirt. She was wearing a matching thong. My cock sprang out of my boxers without any assistance. I watched as she took in my erection, her eyes widening before dropping to her knees again. "Good girl," I praised, my voice low and husky. "Now crawl. On all fours."

The blanket slid down slightly, Linnea Rivera's skin was exposed, and one of the nightgown straps slid down her shoulders. ================================================================== Jasper Frank felt a rush of lust in his body, he slowly approached Linnea Rivera, his hand carefully touched Linnea Rivera's thigh, and at the same time pulled up her nightgown. Your heart is pounding! Linnea Rivera doesn't wear underwear! His lust also spontaneously increased. Jasper Frank carefully took off his clothes, then slowly approached Linnea Rivera's face, his hands also carefully lifted Linnea Rivera's legs and placed them on her thighs so that his masculine object was exactly on Linnea Rivera'

Arousal rushed through Belinda—arousal and anticipation. Her hands moving quickly, she pulled her sweater over her head and pushed down her jeans. Draven watched as she unhooked her bra and took off her panties, taking in her full brown-tipped breasts and her perfectly rounded hips. Now completely nude, Belinda lay her stomach on the desk, her feet on the floor and her ass pointed upward. Her face was only a few inches from Draven's chest. Looking up, she gazed into his smothering dark eyes.