Freya Ray Nude Novels & Stories

There was no way Michael could outstand me. "What on Earth is so important? Anyways, speak". I declared, as he took a deep breathe, collecting himself before speaking. "After the leaked video of Freya four days ago, a lot of photos have been going around about her. Numerous people are saying they had screwed her, and..." "Raymond, that isn't important right now!" I snapped, trying to appear almost neutral before Jason. I couldn't let anyone see my reactions at the mention of Freya's name. "Ambrose, Freya appeared to be decent, but the fact that she let a drug addict take her virginity, isn't that too extreme, and..."

Then I spoke, voice rough with restraint. “Come here. Come to Daddy.” Freya’s lips curved into a small, sheepish smile. It was like it was the best thing she’d ever heard. She stood up from the bed, a little unsteady on her feet, and walked toward me until she was standing right in front of me, completely naked. Her skin was still flushed from earlier, her nipples tight and pink, her pussy visibly glistening. Woah. The sight was beautiful. A small, devilish smile spread across my lips as I took her in.

It made her imaginations run wild. In the dark and silent night, Freya stared at the picture on her phone. A wave of heat rushed up to her head. It was too sexy. Although he had seen his upper body naked that once when she went to look for him in the morning, it was just a glance. She could not stare openly like what she was doing to the picture at that moment. She observed his body closely and recalled that he did not have so many packs before. Has he been secretly working out recently?

Arthur snapped out of his trance and replied then returned to his game. Freya, on the other hand, became a statue at one of her photoshoots. “Nice, just stay still and a couple more shoots and we are done.” the photographer said as she took some pictures of Freya sporting a summer fashion clothing for a new line of fashion clothing of Prada. “And… we are done.” the photographer said but Freya still remained like a statue and did not dare to move. She was completely still.

"she barked, placing her camera on the table. I have your pictures Mr CEO and you know what that means if it posted online."Freya smirk, bitting her lower lip as she stare at his manhood. Her mother immediately Trace her eyes, and to her surprise it landed on the man naked lower part, which she immediately close it. Why closing it mom, when the show is about to begin."Freya laughed, grabbing her other phone. Fuck yourself, when I mean fuck yourself, I want the sex rough, wild and I only want to hear the slamming of your cock in my mother wide pussy."She calmly said, and the naked people eyes widened.

When the heavy fabric fell to her feet, leaving only the thin linen tunic, she felt his gaze burn through the fiber, as if he could see the erratic beating of her heart. She slipped off the last layer of clothing, exposing herself to the humid air and the prince's vigilance. Freya's nudity was not that of a courtesan; it was that of a surviving warrior, marked by small scratches and pale skin that seemed to glow under the torchlight. She entered the tub quickly, the hot water embracing her body with an almost painful shock of pleasure.

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—”

She said quietly. “You want to know why I am not grieving like a widow?” Her voice hardened as she lifted her chin up and said, “This is why. Watch closely, Dad. You will get all your answers!” Before anyone could stop her, Freya untied the black robe she was wearing and let it slide off her shoulders. She removed the long shirt and trousers too, leaving only a sleeveless top and shorts. I gasped, and so did everyone else. The temple was filled with sudden cries of disbelief.

“That depends on whether you remember which one of you is supposed to be losing control.” I laughed. “Definitely him.” “Then start acting like it.” She stood and walked toward her closet, and I immediately became suspicious. “What are you doing?” “Helping.” “That sounds dangerous.” Freya ignored me and searched through her clothes until she turned around holding a fitted racerback top and a pair of short athletic shorts. I stared at them. “Absolutely not. Those shorts barely exist.” “They cover everything important.” “For training?” “Tomorrow morning.” I laughed. “You want me to wear that in front of Cole?”

I walked inside my study and I was a bit surprised to see Rayne inside. I was not angry that she was there since I already allowed her to come and borrow whichever book she wanted to read. I saw her inspecting the map of the new world, tracing her fingers over the empires. She looked so beautiful when she was concentrating on something. I loved how she looked in her black pants and her red leather jacket. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders in natural waves. I did not need to see her face to be sure that she looked gorgeous, because she always looked gorgeous.