Ellen Greene Nude Novels & Stories

I was about to become a permanent fixture in the tabloid drama of a man who thrived on chaos. The heavy door creaked open, and the room suddenly went still. Speaking of the devil, Riot Greene stepped inside. He was a work of menacing elegance in an all-black leather outfit, the layers of diamonds on his neck catching the light. Between his lips, a blunt glowed with a low, orange light. The smell of cannabis immediately filled the room. "Out," he rumbled, not even looking at the staffs. His eyes were fixed on me in a predatory look. "Give us a moment."

I glanced at it lazily thinking it was just one of my men, informing about the business until the name on the screen registered. Little Bunny. My heart slammed against my ribs. I snatched the phone so fast that both Dante and Nicholas straightened in their chairs, confused. A smirk tugged at my lips. Finally. Four days of silence and now she was texting me. Maybe she missed me. Maybe she couldn’t stop thinking about me either. I opened the message and the moment I saw …. The smirk died instantly. It was a photo. Grace. Half-naked. Her perfect, soft breasts on full display- those pink nipples hard and glistening under what looked like moonlight. The dress was bunched around her waist.

I nodded negatively. "No, don't believe her." Gracie got up on her feet and walked up to us. I could remember Kira's body structure so well. "Her merely wearing lingerie could make a man empty all his bank account. Now think about Aiden seeing her nakedness." Bianca said in my ears and I began to imagine that scene. No, no way. "No way" I shook my head. "Stop messing with her head, Bianca. Stop it!" Gracie yelled.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

The thin fabric of his boxer briefs was the only barrier between her naked cheeks and his heavy cock. She pressed harder, grinding in tiny, teasing circles. His dick twitched. Thickened. She felt it swell against her soft flesh. Elena bit her lip to stifle a moan. She reached behind her, fingers slipping under the waistband of his boxers. She freed his growing erection, hot and velvety, already leaking precum. With a shaky breath, she lifted the hem of her short nightie higher, bunching it around her waist, fully exposing her dripping pussy and ass.

Some were being fingered, while their moans were swallowed by the loud music. Luther must have felt my tension because he glanced at me, then quickly looked away, like he didn't want to see my reaction. Then, something even weirder happened .A woman approached Luther, almost completely nude, just wearing a fishnet top that clung to her chest, exposing her bare nipples while hardly covering her backside. "Luther!" she called out, her voice dripping with something I couldn't quite place.. Luke immediately stopped rolling Luther and casually walked away.. "Athina," Luther replied, his voice surprisingly even.

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.

As dawn approached, Greg rushed over. “Master, we’ve found Teacher Greene.” “Where?” “At a nightclub.” Though Alaric found it odd, he only cared that Emerald was still alive. Without hesitation, he drove over, but nothing could have prepared him for what he found when he stepped into the club. There, on the stage, was Emerald—wearing a tight black miniskirt and high heels. She was passionately dancing with a male model. The crowd cheered, and a few men began to approach her.

“Just five more.” I am wearing stonewashed denim shorts that barely cover my ass, a slight hint of my bum crease visible, below my belly, but not too low. A tight white crop top, covering only my breasts, it is somewhat see-through, enough to make my lace bra show. My stomach is bare, tanned, and toned. As I step my way into the lounge, I watch as his eyes grow wide and his jaw drops into total shock, “For fuck sakes, Jenna.”

THE WRONG SEND "Lena's pov" I stood in front of my full-length mirror, heart racing with nervous excitement as I took the photos. Completely naked, I squeezed my heavy breasts together, pinching my nipples until they stood hard and aching. I turned slightly, arching my back to capture the curve of my ass. Then I spread my legs, sliding two fingers through my already soaked folds and spreading them for the camera, showing just how wet and needy I was. The last shot was filthy — me biting my lip, fingers glistening with my arousal.