Elizabeth Lackey Nude Novels & Stories

She followed the sound to an open bedroom door and stopped dead in her tracks. Mr. Lorenzo was sitting on the edge of his bed, completely naked. His muscular body was tense with pleasure. One strong hand was wrapped around his thick, hard cock, stroking it slowly. His eyes were glued to his phone. On the screen, Elena recognized one of the videos she had posted on I*******m last month—her in a tight top, dancing playfully at a friend’s party, her breasts bouncing with every move. He was jerking off to her.

Anyone with a good view or a pair of binoculars could potentially see the expansive deck and the gleaming pool. Elena stood at the edge of the water, completely naked, her body still bearing faint marks from the night before — light bruises on her hips from Damian’s gripping hands, reddened patches on her ass from his possessive spanks, and a constellation of hickeys across her breasts and inner thighs. Her skin glowed with a fresh tan and the sheen of sunscreen mixed with sweat. She felt exposed, vulnerable… and incredibly alive.

while simultaneously experiencing a mixture of interest and concern as Elizabeth refocused her attention on the road and resumed driving. "We have naked people inside of that box. Both sent with consent and, uh, not," Stephanie admitted, decreasing the volume of the music slightly as she elaborated on her statement. "Nudes?" I blurted out, caught off guard. "What do you mean?" Elizabeth glanced at me through the rearview mirror, eyebrows raised in surprise. "Girl, you don't know what nudes are?" "No," I admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed. "And I really don't need the virgin conversation again."

Where most of the women I have been with are lean and muscular, Elizabeth is soft and supple. She bends over to pull off her pants, and her beautiful round, bare ass is sticking up in the air. Suddenly, visions of me walking up behind her and slamming into her glistening pussy flash through my mind. I envision my fingertips digging into the soft skin of her hips, leaving marks in their wake. At the thought of fucking her from behind, my cock twitches painfully in my pants. After the playtime we had in the gym and now watching her undress, I need release. The thought of finding another woman to release this tension crosses my mind, and Duko growls loudly in my mind.

“Good. Cause I suck and I hate this game.” Now that there was less clothing involved, James couldn’t help but notice how striking Eliza actually was. She was thin, so not very voluptuous, but well-proportioned. Her fair skin was smooth, and she had a few beauty marks here and there on her long legs. Her angular cheekbones, fine upturned nose, lightly freckled upper cheeks, and graceful lips that always appeared on the verge of a smile added up to an incredible natural beauty. She tries very hard to hide it. He averted his eyes before she could catch him staring and gain even more fuel for a verbal assault. He and his team went over to an open court to begin.

She was a vision that sucked the air from his lungs, a vision that made his father's gift crueller. Kade grew hard at the thought of his Unfortunate. Every muscle in his body pulled tight, and he clenched his fists, hating her presence had already worked its way under his skin. "Your silence is deafening," Elizabeth teased, the venom in her tone not slipping him by. "Do you want to bed her?" Irritated by her game, by his weakness, Kade shoved his pants down his thighs, allowing his erection to spring free. Elizabeth dropped her blue gaze to his painfully hard length and licked her lower lip.

He gently placed her on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. Lizzy's hands reached for the button of her shorts, and she slowly slid them down her legs, revealing a matching pair of black lace panties. Elijah's cock twitched in his jeans at the sight of her bare thighs and the hint of her pussy peeking through the lace. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. Lizzy smiled, a sultry look in her eyes. "So are you, stepbrother. Now, let's see what you're hiding under those clothes." Elijah quickly undressed, his eyes never leaving Lizzy's as he revealed his hard, throbbing cock.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, but I really just need you to know, it's not what you really think. It's a far cry from what you think. I really just need you to grant me an audience." "Okay, come on, show me." Lizeth demanded, taking back the same strides she took away from him, and waited while Omarion once more opened his gallery. Omarion clicked on a private collection, and immediately, she was faced with the nude pictures of a lady. At first, she wanted to throw a tantrum and probably give Omarion another slap, but she paused. The face was familiar.

Elena stood at the kitchen sink for a moment, still wearing her thin silk robe, then turned to me with a wicked, predatory grin that made my cock twitch instantly. She let the robe drop to the floor in a puddle of silk, revealing her completely naked body, she revealed her heavy tits with dark, stiff nipples, wide breeding hips, thick thighs still faintly marked from yesterday, and her shaved pussy already glistening with fresh arousal. “Finally,” she purred, stepping closer. “No more sneaking around, baby. Jake’s gone for the whole day. Mommy needs nonstop dick from morning until night. I’ve been wet since I woke up thinking about draining those young balls dry.”