Damiano David Nude Novels & Stories

Nadia's POV The door opened and as I was about to hit whoever was coming in, I missed and fell. The shattering of the beautiful lampstand electrified the entire apartment as little pieces of glasses were dancing on the floor. "Are you alright?" A concerned familiar voice asked me. I turned and saw it was Damian, Damian Anderson! I froze. He looked so damned handsome, he was putting on just a single with a brown short, bringing all his even abs tone to bear.

Mr Davian found himself always thinking about her . This strange feelings made him want her the more . Many lady had wanted to be with him . They behaved well towards him . They did all they could do to capture his attention . But he found himself not bothered by any of them . He seemed to have buried his feelings for women . The Lady wondered . Who on earth would not wish to be with them . They were the limelight of beauty . Impeccable beauty soathed all men . The other men begged them to accept them yet Mr Davian just ignored them .

He then teased her, saying, Hey, why not dress sexily? I have a ton of cash to give you.” The man instructed Daniele, who was temporarily grabbing her smartphone, to stealthily take a picture with it's camera without the weird pair seeing. Daniele rushed up to David, who was surfing on one computer. Her faces come abruptly on the television David is seeing. "What's the problem? Honey, my face pops up on the screen," Danielle says to David. "Aha. That is because I was watching you as you were heading to our cabin and I spotted you approaching the coupling mating in public," David adds chuckling..

Damon asked as his hands caressed my body and he put his hands on my stomach wanting to feel my under thing. “Hmm?”, I moaned , unable to speak words as it was the first time anyone ever went that close with me. “You are shivering like it’s your first time or is it not?”, he asked, stopping to get a reply from me before continuing. “Yess, I haven’t had sex with anyone”, I said, rather too shy than happy about it. “So you haven’t ever been intimate with anyone and not even phil”, he asked with joy in his eyes.

We all turned to him. "David, you've been jealous of me ever since Loreine introduced us in Italy," Damian said with a beaming face. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hit on Loreine and even though Loreine is one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen, I'm not romantically interested in her. I already have a lover." "Are you serious?" I asked, happy for him. It meant I wouldn't have to comfort David every time he felt jealous of Damian.

I was so engrossed in my self fuck, that I didn't hear the door click open the finger walked in. My first instinct was to stop what I was doing. But, I didn't, I kept stroking myself, slowly, with my eyes fixed to his gaze. Damian seemed to be surprised at the scene that he stopped dead in his tracks, his dark eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. A slow, dangerous smirk spread across his face, but he didn’t move to touch me. Instead, he leaned back against the door paneling, sliding his hands into his pockets. He looked ravishing handsome and just by gazing at him, I could feel myself cumming.

The man had played me for a fool and despite me fighting everything just to prove a point, I found myself being put in this situation where I was just foolish. The sound of the shower stopped, followed by the quiet creak of the bathroom door opening. I didn’t look up immediately, lost in my own head, but I heard the soft shuffle of feet on the floor. “Sienna,” Damon’s voice was low, softer than I expected. I turned slowly and found him standing there, towel slung over his shoulder, drying his hair. His dark pants hung low on his hips, his chest bare, water still dripping from his skin. The moment my eyes caught his, I looked away, my heart stammering.

‘What can he do? Sophia knew exactly what he could do. And she knew he wouldn’t hesitate to do it. ‘How do you even know there are photographs?’ Please let him be wrong. ‘Show them to me.’ Unsmiling, Damian reached for his phone and accessed the internet. A few taps of his fingers later he was showing her photographs that snapped the leash on her panic. ‘Oh, no...’ Her voice was a whisper. ‘It’s you and I. Kissing. And it’s a close-up. He’s going to go wild. Who took that photo?

“But the clock is ticking, sweetheart. One minute of delay, and I’ll release a very interesting nude picture of you online.” A cold sweat broke out across my neck. “How could you possibly find a nude picture of me? Keep bluffing.” “The same way I got those lovely dinner photos on the ballroom floor,” Damian replied. “Check your messages.” A small pop-up notification appeared at the top of the screen, and I clicked it with a trembling hand. It was a view-once picture of my face attached to a bare, naked body on a bed. A high-resolution image that looked good enough to ruin my life.

He was sprawled completely out in the oversized armchair, entirely bare-chested and barefoot, currently in the middle of a heavy, half-naked make-out session with some random chick. The girl was wearing nothing but a lacy black bra and a pair of tiny booty shorts, sitting completely astride his lap and grinding her hips rhythmically against his crotch without giving a single, solitary shit about the crowd of people walking past them. Damian’s dark green eyes peeked lazily over the girl’s bare shoulder, catching my gaze. Instead of pulling away or showing an ounce of modesty, a slow, smug smirk spread across his face. "Zephyr! Where the fuck have you been, man?" he slurred loudly, his voice t