Freddie Simpson Nude Novels & Stories

Frederick wore a black suit and called Jayson before coming in, the tone on the other end was casual. "Brother, I think I will be late, ran into some trouble." Frederick's face looked a little ugly. "Didn't I tell you, when you come here, don't mess around?" Jayson was laughing over there, leaning against his sports car, his hair tousled by the wind. "No big deal, just someone coming to bother me. I'll handle it and then come over."

Melissa replied, "I want to try." "Come." He beckoned to her, still seated comfortably. She walked up to him elegantly. Her perfect and well toned body, glowing in the candlelight. She got to where he was seated and stood right in front of him. Simon tore off the tiny cloth covering his nakedness, freeing himself, his erection glaring and ready to enter her comfortably. Without question, Melissa squatted and started rolling her tongue gently round his shaft. This was greeted with a head rub by Simon and she understood it as an invitation to do more.

His hand trailed down her bare back, sending shivers through her body. And that was when Simone suddenly realized that, under the quilt, she was still completely naked whereas William was only shirtless. "This hardly seems fair," she pouted, tugging at the waistband of his pants. William smirked again, "By all means, feel free to even the playing field." With trembling fingers, Simone unbuttoned his pants, and slowly slid them off along with his boxers. Her breath caught as she took in the sight of him fully nude for the first time.

Her dark nipples were already hard peaks; she kept idly circling one with her fingertip while watching the others with heavy-lidded eyes. Across from them on the matching chaise: Simone Carter, twenty-nine. Athletic build, tawny skin, short auburn curls, a constellation of freckles across her shoulders and chest. Naked except for a thin silver choker. Legs spread casually, one foot propped on the edge of the coffee table, fingers lazily tracing her own slit—already glistening.

It was Fredrick. The man was naked from the waist up. At first, he didn’t notice Nate standing there frantically looking for the nearest place to hide. Then he looked up and his eyes narrowed. “You!” Nate backed the window hoping to shield Tshepo from Fredrick’s sharp eyes as best as he could but he had no such luck because Tshepo, drawn by the turn of events was now climbing through the window. “Stay back,” Nate ordered him. “The boy!” Tshepo reminded him.

"I want you skin-to-skin. I want every bit of you. Peel it all off before I fire you for being too slow!" Fred stripped in a blur of motion. He kicked his shoes off and let his suit pants hit the floor. He stepped out of his boxers, and his eight-inch length sprang free, thick and pulsing in the dim light of the boardroom. Victoria’s breath hitched. She stepped out of her skirt and pulled her panties down, standing completely naked in the center of the room.

I chuckled, more to ease the way I felt than because I found his words funny, “Well, there's something I didn't know.” I said with dripping sarcasm, “Anything else you want to tell me, Mr. Montgomery?” I pulled out my phone to check if I had any new messages, and when I looked up again, my brain short-circuited, and my mouth went dry. Freddy was standing and unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled it off to reveal a body that belonged to a god. My eyes ran down his chest, his biceps, his shoulder muscles that flexed in ways I found obscene as he pulled off his shirt.

"Come on we can go out and eat or I'll cook. You should be thanking me jerk! I picked the best place for our summer. Would you rather be elsewhere right now? Tell the truth." "Hell no! And miss a chance to steal someone's girlfriend who I feel is mine?" Simon said, laughing menacingly. The duos went into their separate bedrooms and began to unpack their bags. Each of them were thinking of how best to go about getting their love interest alone. Simone dropped her gown down to the floor standing fully naked behind a mirror. She hadn't had a man touch her for years. She touched her breasts and her pussy. She closed her eyes lost in self pleasure.

I knew instantly who'd done it. Before long, the Internet was piling on. "Ten years is more than enough to leave someone in the dust. Mark seriously thinks he can beat Jerome? The same guy he personally shipped overseas to study? What a joke." Then one comment caught my attention. "Is it just me, or is he actually the guy who used to simp for the Burkes' long-lost daughter they just found?" "Nah, you've got it wrong. That's the Swain heir. Why would he be simping for her?"

“I’m not that interested in swimming, but since it’s an excuse to see you naked, I’m game.” “Harr-harr,” I roll my eyes at him, and Freddy laughs, easily pulling me up with him. He is very gentle with me, sort of like an oversized, blonde puppy. He is actually taller than Lucas, but not quite as swole. Freddy is more cut. I grab the hem of my jeans. “Promise not to get inside my head even when I’m without my vervain.” He places his hand on his chest with a smile, and I try not to check out his abs. “I promise not to read your mind...now, will you please undress?”