Dove Cameron Nude Novels & Stories

No one could touch me—not with Dontrell around. The shower curtain swished, and I spun around, breath hitching. Dontrell stood there, bare-chested, a towel around his waist, his dark eyes roving over me, intense and unyielding. His toned abs and rugged presence had me salivating. “Good morning, Dove,” he said, his voice deep and laced with amusement, his eyes unapologetically drinking in my naked body. This was the first time he’d seen me like this—completely bare. Heat flushed through me, and I instinctively covered myself with my hands, but he caught my wrists, holding them at my sides.

“Umm. No.” “Good. Now that you’re all relaxed, we’re gonna try something new.” “New?” she squeaked. Cam dipped his head to her right nipple. “Uh-huh.” “Does it involve the bottle of oil?” “Yep.” He lapped around the areola, loving her greedy hum of approval. His lips skimmed the shallow dent above her sternum and he licked the left nipple. Her breasts were small, but proportioned perfectly, and Cam never considered himself a tit man anyway. Give him a firm, shapely ass over enormous jugs any day. Speaking of ass…he wasn’t surprised to see Domini looking down at him curiously as he enjoyed her body.

But Alek hadn’t given the word to let go. “Babe.” “Hold on for me, Cam. Hold on.” His voice was huskier, and his ragged breaths filled her ears. “Come for me, darling. Now.” Camilla froze briefly, and intense, nerve-wracking shivers swept down her body as she combusted. The angle of the camera changed, revealing Alek’s cock as thick spurts of cum rolled down it. She should be sucking his dick, filling herself up with his seeds. Keeping her legs spread open, she took screenshots and forwarded them to her husband. The cock disappeared from her view, and the darkness filled her screen.

Her expression looked disgusted that the man touching her wasn't the pick of the litter. "A Beta who was good enough to f*ck last night," Jeremiah released with a sly grin. He rested his weight back on his two elbows and looked proud of himself. Cami exited the hot tub, her breasts, which now I realized were probably surgically enhanced, dripping with water. She sat down next to Prince August and asked him for a towel to dry off and he narrowed his eyes.

He stepped into the light, tall, muscular, with sharp cheekbones, dark messy hair, and intense gray eyes that had been undressing me since the moment I walked in for this private midnight photoshoot. I let the robe fall to the floor, standing completely naked under the bright spotlight. The cool air kissed my skin, hardening my nipples instantly. Damien’s gaze raked over my body slowly, hungrily. “Perfect,” he murmured, circling me like a predator. “Hands above your head. Arch your back.” I obeyed, raising my arms, pushing my breasts forward. The camera clicked rapidly as he moved around me, capturing every angle. “Turn slowly,” he said. “Let me see that ass.”

“You’re holding back, Avery. Let it show. Let me see how much you want this.” From the side of the room, I heard the soft rustle of fabric. Zara had stepped away from the camera – which was now clearly recording video, its red light blinking steadily. She was stripping slowly, peeling off her top to reveal full, bare breasts with tight pink nipples. Her shorts followed, sliding down her toned legs until she stood completely naked, her red curls cascading over her shoulders. “Christ…” I whispered, unable to look away from her. She settled into the armchair across from us, legs spread shamelessly. One hand trailed down her stomach and between her thighs, fingers circling her own clit as she wa

My hands trembled so violently that I nearly dropped the phone twice before finally managing to play the video. I wish I hadn’t. The color drained from my face entirely, and when I glanced at my reflection in the mirror above the sink, I barely recognized myself—I looked like someone who had just witnessed a tragedy. Dove was sitting on a concrete floor in a dark space. Her hair, typically neat, was now disheveled and tangled. One side of her lip was swollen, and a dark bruise spread under her left eye like an ominous storm cloud. In her right hand, she was holding a blade.

Cameron’s eyes roamed her whole body. The red bikini? Of course, he had picked it out himself and imagined slowly taking it off of her. She had it on now, and the vision of her in it paled in comparison to all the nasty images he had conjured in his head when he made the choice that day. She was hot; the sizing was a bit small, and so it made her breasts even more voluptuous. It looked like it wouldn’t take much to rip it off of her; he imagined her boobs spilling out. He would take each nipple into his mouth and suckle until it hurt. His gaze wandered to her toned legs; he imagined them wrapped around his waist while he plunged into her. It had been a godawful long time...

Even though Cameron has worn a simple black long gown with a slit running up to her thigh, exposing her smooth skin that Liam couldn't wait to get his hands on when they get back home. While the women around throwing glares at her were overly dressed and looking like the real socialite. She made them look inferior and for once Cameron was the center of attention and it was for good this time around. If Phoenix was here right now, she would make a video and upload it on her I* page and it would get tons of likes but most importantly, it would keep one of Samantha's goons from coming after her friend. They would feel inferior and Jealous at the likes and love she was getting.

Even though the sunlight can't kill vampires anymore, Cameron was still not fond of spending too much time under it. His skin was a pretty fair shade of white and when he blushes, It was entirely obvious. “Okay,” She said, removing the covers off her body, completely exposing her shapely legs. “Can you please go out? I want to get ready.” She added as he nodded with his eyes still glued to her legs. Her face was gorgeous, and her body also belonged to a bikini model. He mentally scoffed at that. Unfair, he thought to himself. She was close to perfection.