Erin Ryder Nude Novels & Stories

Are all men that big? “Skylar, you don’t need to look away. Nudity is extremely common with dragon riders. We don’t exactly have a choice. I’m not embarrassed for you to see me,” Ryuki says. I’m sure he’s not. He has nothing to be embarrassed about. “I … I’ve never been naked in front of a man before,” I say quietly. “Would it make you feel better if I let you bathe first?” he asks. I look at the water again.

Before I know it, he scoops me up princess style and I immediately cling onto his neck for dear life. “Ryder, what are you doing?” “I know you’re still sore Alisa, but I want to pin you to the bathroom wall and ravish your body now. The scent you radiate is intoxicating and I can’t get myself even an inch away.” Oh my. ***** The bathroom is brightly lit and Ryder stands, gazing at me. His eyes are dark and his lips pursed into a sensual pout. Peeling off his robe, he casts it to the tiled floor and steps into the shower, turning on the faucet. He stands straight and proud in a posture that screams strength and power as water slides down his naked body and I swallow a lump in my throat. I tak

Next, your underwear," Rye closes her eyes. She has never exposed her body in front of other men. But wasn't it Luke, her husband? Therefore, Rye has nothing to be embarrassed about, she reasoned. Then, she grasps the side straps of her underwear and pulls it down till it falls to the floor, at which point she kicks it on the side. Lucas was hypnotized at the sight of Rye's bare body. As he had predicted, Rye's body is flawless. Her contours accurately characterize her. Her huge, firm breasts, her flat stomach, and her beautiful triangular precious—it was proclaimed that she was a goddess. Luke reminded himself to exercise restraint. "Now, get on the bed and stoop for me."

"Don't worry about it too much; it'll just make you even worse. We'll practice some more when we get on the open road the sound won't attract Warriors. I'll teach you to shoot, no matter how long it takes." Ryder looks at us from the kitchen. "Would the two of you please get a room?" I glare at him over Reese's shoulder, but Reese looks unfazed. "Don't worry about him. He's just pissed off because you called him a redneck." "Isn't he?" Ryder wears baggy, faded jeans, and a stained sleeveless shirt. His hair is shaggy, and his face is unshaved. Plus, he looks entirely too comfortable holding those guns.

But I know I can't let that happen, not now since I'm sick and my period may be on it's way, I think it is. Ryder must sense my thoughts, because he suddenly pulls away from me, leaving me panting and desperate for more. "Take off your clothes," he commands, his voice husky and full of desire. I do as I'm told, stripping off my shirt and pants until I'm standing in front of him in just my bra and panties. Ryder's eyes rake over my body, taking in every inch of my bare skin. "Skylarrrr…" he says again, his cock twitching in his pants. "You're so fucking amazing."

Ryker's eyes locked on mine, his gaze burning with intensity. "Everything," he said, his voice low and husky. "I want to see everything." I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me, but I pushed it aside. I was determined to prove to Ryker that I wasn't afraid of him. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor. My breasts felt heavy and exposed, but I stood my ground. Ryker's eyes locked on my chest, his gaze burning with desire. I felt a surge of power at the realization that I was affecting him like this. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and pulled them down, revealing my naked body to Ryker's gaze.

They were obviously too distracted to even hear me open the door because neither of them so much as glanced up to acknowledge my presence. He was only wearing his boxers, revealing a half-sleeve tattoo on his shoulder and another on his calf. I was too furious to pay much attention to them aside from their presence on his body because the girl, who lay pinned beneath him, was either naked or in her underwear, rubbing her long, bare limbs sensuously over his body. I was fuming. "What the fuck, Ryder!?" I yelled, stomping toward the bed in a rage. He rolled off of her in surprise and, to my absolute astonishment, I saw myself... It was me he'd been lying on top of.

Harper smacked her palm against his, the sound sharp in the not-so-loud room. Ryder then asked for more details, and I was forced to watch as these two conversed like they were the best friends among us. To be honest, it was a bit surprising. I seized the opportunity to take a good look at Ryder, without getting called out for it. Dark waves spilled across his forehead, partially shadowing the eyes that always seem to see through me somehow… or maybe I was just imagining that part. A charcoal t- shirt stretched across his shoulders, paired with dark jeans and worn sneakers.

I closed my eyes, but last night’s memories came rushing in. Ryder. With his sharp eyes and solid frame. First, he made me sleep on the hard floor—nearly killed me with the cold—then suddenly appeared and covered me with a blanket. And then... he stood before me. Naked. I bit my lip. Damn it. That image reappeared in my head. The lines of his chest muscles. His eyes, cold but deep. His skin radiating desert heat. And I, foolishly, just stood there and stared. Gawking.

Ryder’s cock was rock hard against her thigh. He stripped her t-shirt off, exposing her perky breasts, then ripped her panties down her legs. Completely naked beneath him, Lila felt exposed and vulnerable… and unbearably turned on. Ryder pushed his sweatpants down, freeing his massive cock. It looked even bigger than it had in her mouth earlier. Thick, veiny, and angry red. “I’m not a virgin,” she whispered quickly, “but… I’ve never had anyone like you.” “Good,” he growled. “Because this pussy is going to remember me forever.”