Bruce Greenwood Nude Novels & Stories

I toss it aside and slip off my underwear, watching as my wetness thins out in a form of a fragile creamy thread that links my cunt to my cotton panties, until it breaks and sticks to my thighs. “Fuck.” I let my underwear drop and I stand in the middle of my dirty, never-should-have-been studio, and in front of a portrait. It's a close-up shot that features only my faceless obsession, from the start of his collarbone, down to his torso, and stops an inch below his knee. He’s naked. Feral. Still, as if waiting for me to kneel. To submit. Erect veined cock, muscular limbs, muscles hard with years of discipline.

Just as I stepped through the door, my phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down and squinted. No name. Just an unknown number. Hmm… Strange. The picture loaded slowly, then it appeared. My eyes went wide the second it came into focus. My hands shook so hard I almost dropped the phone. Nico was in it. He was naked, lying on his side. Nico’s eyes were closed. He looked like he was asleep. His arm was draped over a blonde‑haired woman, pulling her close against him. Her bare back was to the camera.

The possibly can't be' 'I'm sorry for your loss ma' A nurse said as she tried to console her and also stretched out her hands to hug her. 'Madam? madam?' Catherine had already lost consciousness and was oblivious to what was going on. The shock had affected her mentally. The nurse noticed this and called on the doctor immediately. She was moved away from the room to another one where she was given the required treatment to revive her consciousness. The next morning, the whole citizens of Greenwood were already aware of what happened. Every TV station broadcasted the incident, and everyone in the neighborhood felt sorry for the couple but they were also scared that the animal might still be o

Shyness overtook her limbs as Bree remembered the acts she allowed Grayson to perform on her body in the forest. After recalling the different ways he pleasured every part of her anatomy, it gave her the courage to push his door slightly ajar. She had every right to be in his bedroom, but she did not know she would witness the most horrible image Bree had ever seen in her entire life. Marina, naked as the day she was born, body stretched, feet on tiptoes, and her hands reaching up toward Grayson’s neck. The position was so intimate nobody could deny they were getting busy. Grayson was naked. His left hand held Marina’s hands on his neck, while his right caressed her breast.

I had the house to myself with him. I slipped out of bed, naked, and rummaged through my drawer for the tiniest shorts I owned, the kind that rode up my ass cheeks and barely covered my mound. No bra, just a thin tank top that clung to my tits, nipples already hardening at the thought. I brushed my hair into messy waves, dabbed on some gloss, and headed downstairs, heart pounding. Bruce was in the kitchen, pouring coffee, his back to me. He wore those gray sweatpants that hugged his muscular thighs and….fuck, it outlined the bulge of his cock even soft. I bit my lip, imagining it swelling hard against my thigh.

“Toby called and warned me.” I nodded to her and took the scrubs into my mouth and walked through the two huge double doors on the left of her desk. I ducked into an open bay, shifted back and put on the scrubs. I could hear a commotion starting so I ran out in time to see Bruce’s wolf laying the woman gently on the gurney. He nodded to me and then stepped back, shifting. A nurse came around the corner, saw his nakedness and silently handed him a set of scrubs which Bruce ignored. He never had a problem with letting it all hang out.

I was responsible for my problems. I took the bus. It’d take me at least ten minutes to reach the hospital so I had plenty of time to surf on net. I kept scrolling F******k’s feed to only find out Brandon Grande’s news, he was featured on the men’s fashion page cover with one of his new chick-piece probably. “Sure as hell, she’d be his prey by now.” I thought. But did her nude really matter to her? I mean models confidently present their bodies for nude shoot. It’d not be a big thing for her. She must be used to such men.

Absolutely priceless. This man. This ridiculous, stubborn, maddeningly complex man. A man who used to work as an escort. A man who once slept with a complete stranger in a hotel room ten years ago without blinking. A man who had no issue turning himself into a living fantasy for someone else’s pleasure back then. And now? Now, he can’t even consider the idea of sketching her in the nude, like Jack did with Rose in Titanic? It was hilarious. Absurd, really.

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

It had to be. He was trying to say he wanted an intimate night with me. I swallowed again and stood up, believing it was time for me to reciprocate. “Well… I don't really mind,” I muttered. “You can get naked. I will watch… that is if you want.” I looked away shyly. Gosh! I would have thought Bruce was such a direct person. He didn't have to pull such tricks just to pass such a message. “You want to see me naked?” Bruce asked. I looked up and there was a smirk on his face.