Elliot Norris Nude Novels & Stories

Her swollen, open pussy lips glistened under the red light; a thick, transparent thread dripped slowly down the inside of her left thigh, leaving a sticky trail that dripped onto the leather. Elias was still wearing his gray work t-shirt, stained with grease on the back and soaked with sweat under the armpits. His jeans were open just enough to free his hard cock—red, veins bulging, the head already slick with pre-cum. His boxer briefs were bunched around his right thigh like a dirty flag of surrender. He hadn’t bothered to take off anything else. Not even his worn sneakers. “Open that ass wider for me, Nora,” he growled, voice hoarse, spitting the words. “I want to see everything. Everythin

Near the kitchen counter sat a ruined camera frame and a crushed drone, blinking weakly with green lights against the baseboard. Then, I saw him. Elliot sat against the lower cabinets, his bare back pressed flat against the wood. He was shivering, long legs drawn up to his chest, skin glowing wet under the blue city shadow. He wore nothing but my black T-shirt, the cotton soaked through with a thick, clear sheen of heat sweat that made the fabric stick to his ribs. His fingers were white where gripping his ankles, head resting back against the counter as his chest heaved for air.

Elliot commands, his rough fingers squeezing my wrists tight. I am forced to stand there, completely exposed from the waist up. My nipples are already hard, swelling and peaking in the cool air, completely giving away how aroused I am. Mateo strips the rest of the torn dress down past my hips, letting it pool around my ankles. I step out of my heels, standing completely naked on the cold marble floor.

"Elias, put your cock in my ass and fuck me hard!" Nora rolled over, pulling Sarah on top of her to reveal her vacant orifice. Elias used Sarah's ample supply of love juice to lube up, then positioned the head of his glistening cock over her twitching ass hole. Sarah gasped as the walls of her ring piece stretched wide, struggling to accommodate his girth as he slid deeper into her. Together Nora and Elias began thrusting.

I want a lifetime of looking into his deep gaze — one that picks up more than I imagined — and getting lost. He fumbles with my pants and then his as well until we're both naked from the waist down. "No underwear?" he asks when my jeans are on the floor. "I didn't take any clothes with me." It was one thing to wear Gina's clothes after my shower, but I refused to do the underwear. Elliot smirks. "Fewer barriers. We should make it a thing." "No," I say laughing until it's cut off when two of his fingers tweak my nipple, causing my back to arch from the bed.

The photo showed a very well-endowed guy, shirtless, with an impressive bulge clearly visible in his underwear. “Oh my fucking holy dick,” Elias said, bursting into giggles. “This thing could stretch my ass so good.” “Tell me about it,” Elara replied, still grinning. “I’m ruined for normal sizes now.” “So who is the owner of this huge machine?” Elias asked, raising an eyebrow. “A guy I hooked up with while you were busy with the bar guy,” Elara said casually, scrolling to another photo. “Oh, so you were pussy dripping while I was away?” Elias teased.

He was terrified that my presence would spoil her mood. Elliot had taken leave early as well, claiming he had something important to handle. That night, I had ended up in a bar just like this as I wasted away in a pool of alcohol-infused misery. On my way home, I accidentally walked into Elliot's room. Beneath his pillow, I found a camcorder containing several videos of him touching himself. In the footage, the man who had always been composed and rational around me was aroused by nothing but a tiny scrap of lingerie. As he climaxed, I heard him say, "Chloe… I love you… I really love you…"

"Where are you? What are you doing? Are you free to video call now?" asked Avery. Elliot replied in a deep voice, "I'm taking a shower." She froze, then said, "Let's video call!" Avery immediately hung up the phone before Elliot could say anything and video-called him. And Elliot answered it. She was stunned when she saw him naked and standing in his bathroom. She instantly blushed and went blank, as she forgot what to say. She could not let the children see him like that, so she rushed to her bedroom with her phone.

Emily was helpless as she was hypnotized by Norah. Norah had used some ancient hypnosis techniques which couldn't be messed with carelessly. He had sent his men to all around the world to search for its cure. Until then, he couldn't kill Norah. "Give me some time to think. Don't lay even a finger on my mom or you will be met with a devastating end", Elliot spoke coldly before he stood up from his seat. Norah smiled victorious once Elliot was out of her sight. She took out her phone to inform Sean.

Susan The ocean breeze filtered through the open balcony doors, sweeping across the sheer curtains and carrying the scent of salt and sun-warmed skin. I stood at the edge, wearing nothing but Elliot’s oversized white shirt, the fabric brushing against my bare thighs. The view stretched endlessly before me...crystal blue water meeting a sky so perfect it felt unreal. But my attention wasn’t on the breathtaking scenery. It was on him. Elliot reclined on the massive bed behind me, shirtless, his sculpted torso catching the golden afternoon light. His dark eyes followed my every move, hunger simmering beneath the surface, waiting for the moment I'd turn around and give in to him again.