Bruce Greenwood Nude Novels & Stories

A sex party? what? "Huh?", I mumbled. Mr Greenwood chuckled and went to the jacuzzi and stripped backing me, he flexed his muscles. His perfect tattoos looked so goddamn sexy. I couldn't strip, I was having a huge boner right now just looking at him. "No uhm, sorry I'm just here for Mr Greenwood, I'll be at the door sir", I said. "Oh come on Asher, I want to see that dick, take your clothes off", the Lady smoking said.

He reached over to the nightstand and cut off the lamp, casting the room into darkness. She could feel Bruce fidgeting. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness. From what she could make out, he was taking off his clothes. In fear that she would scare him away, she remained silent and still. He wrapped his arms around her body. Picking her up an inch off the mattress, he laid her down flat. She felt the nakedness of him. Bruce’s hand trailed down her form over the satin. He continued to caress her body, squeezing parts of her every so often. He didn’t stop until she was breathing heavily and wiggling with want. The, he placed his hands on the side of her knees, pushing the fabric up her body, letti

Bruce climbed back into bed and stared at May’s naked body for a moment. “You really are pretty,” he said before reaching one of May’s breasts and palming it. “Too bad your tits are too small, if not, you will be perfect.” May couldn't muster any more replies. Tears and her ability to fight had been drained throughout the night. She didn't have the strength to do anything. As Bruce continued to grab and pinch, she slowly lost consciousness. Stone woke up with the sunlight shining on his face. It seemed that he forgot to close the curtains last night.

“This is just for the commission. No one else will ever see these sketches. It’s you and me. Always.” I bite my lip, cheeks already flaming. I’m twenty-one. I’ve posed for him clothed a hundred times before—summer dresses, cozy sweaters, even swimsuits by the pool. But this… this is different. He needs a nude muse for this big gallery piece, something raw and intimate. And I said yes. Because it’s him. Because some secret, shameful part of me has been aching to be seen by him like this.

She closed her eyes. Taking the hint, he squeezed it. Selena’s other hand rushed to the top of his hair. She rubbed her hand as her fingers worked through his strands. Christopher’s tongue quickened as he pumped his large hand on her other lump. She whimpered and moaned as she caressed his hand that was working her other side. “Oh shit!” Christopher’s head and body shot up as Selena squeaked with surprise and yanked her top up. Bruce stood with his mouth open as his hand propped against the swinging door. He wore boxer shorts and a white tank top. The bulging muscles in his arms were on display. “I . . . I’m sorry. I’ll just –”

He said, sliding his fingers out of me, dripping with my juices, and popped them in his mouth, licking them thoroughly as he drew his fingers out. But as I came down from my orgasm, I noticed his words and a thud echoed in my chest. …the only one who gets to see you look so fucking tempting… The words Brooke said to me earlier today about the photoshoot swarmed my mind and I shivered. I’d have to be nearly and I mean, nearly naked in pictures that would spread all over the world. Everyone would see me. Neil hates extreme stunts like that. How would he take this?

"What are you doing? Why are you changing clothes here?" Isolde asked. Bruce pulled off his shirt and tossed it onto the bed. He made no attempt to hide himself. Instead, he deliberately showed off a body that could make any woman blush and set her heart racing. "Don't you like looking?" His voice dropped, rich with temptation. "Say it. Am I better looking, or were those male models just now better looking?" Heat flooded Isolde's cheeks, and embarrassment made her toes curl.

Lisa gnashed her teeth. "Other women are dying to catch a glimpse of me and here you are the unfortunate one. Tch!". Brad shook his head. " I will rather lay in a gutter than to see your face." Lisa turned her face. "Let's go." A flash of hurt passed through Brad's eyes but he concealed it quickly and untied her hands. "Fucking Bastard!" Lisa murmered and rubbed her wrists to ease the pain. Brad than stepped out of the car with his usual mischievous smile, his messy and unruly hair can make anyone go crazy for him. He was was wearing ruby red suit with black collared shirt and black loafers.

Not empty after all. Stillness pressed down more than it normally did within his apartment. He locked the door. Checked the windows. Closed the curtains. Later came the removal of hidden files. Robert Green. A shape moved sideways, stopped at the edge of the table. A shape caught his gaze. The air went quiet. A figure resembling Mr Norman stood close by the elder man. Stillness hung between them as minutes passed. Both smiling. Both confident. Both powerful. Bruce took hold of the photo. "You better stay dead."

NOT NOW! But it was too late, they were already flapping their wings in her stomach, her heart picking velocity. Brad Bruce stood in the far corner of the room beside the window, his bronzed skin that hinted at his Brazilian mother's heritage made his dark green eyes all the more striking. His dark hair was short at the sides and longer on top. He was flawlessly groomed in his crisp dark suit, gray shirt, and blue tie. How was it that this man never looked bad? Not even once.