Gia Grant Nude Novels & Stories

His appearance was refreshingly enticing, a sight that stirred a whirlwind of emotions within me. I couldn't help but be captivated by the sight before me. Nate looked revitalized, his features radiating a sense of invigoration. The water that clung to his body emphasized the sculpted lines and contours that I had come to know so intimately. It was a display of raw masculinity that both excited and enticed me. His eyes met mine, a flicker of desire passing between us. I felt my heart skip a beat, my breath catching in my throat. The room seemed to shrink, leaving only the two of us in a world of unspoken longing.

HAYDEN “Hayden,” Grace gasped as the warm water cascaded all over us. The thin shirt she was wearing was soaked. Her nipples protruded through it, and I couldn’t get enough of it. My eyes roamed hungrily all over her body. My hands itched to pinch her nipples. “Ahhh,” Grace moaned as I touched her nipples, feeling them through her clothes. The sensation was extraordinary. I peeled the thin shirt away from her body, my fingers pinching the hem and ripping it off her body. She stood before me bare and completely exposed, shying away from my eyes.

[Gianna’s POV] I tighten my hold on Grant’s arm as he begins to lead me forward and when we spot my mother and Anthony on the edge of the crowd, we head toward them. When we reach, I don’t miss the way my mother’s gaze flicks to me and I can see the questioning look in it. “Gia, honey,” she says, looking from me to Grant. “Why are you…” “I didn’t want to go through the trouble of finding a date for the evening.” Grant easily lies. “Since she now models under me, isn’t it a good idea to promote her a bit?”

The walls were too thick to give me anything but the occasional low murmur of his voice and, on one or two occasions, something that might have been a sound I could categorize as a moan for all I care. When the door finally opened, Camille came out, fixing her hair, smiling. A private, satisfied, 'just-for-her' smile. "Goodnight, Nadia," she said sweetly, and let herself out. I sat there hating the heat that crawled up my neck, because I had no right to it. Then Jeremy came out of the bedroom, shirtless. Of course. Because why would God let me keep one working organ? He wore only dark joggers hanging low on his hips, the waistband loose enough to hint at things I didn't have any business ack

Nelson pinched and pulled on the overly sensitive nipples. Mr. Drake held the vibrator with its three little massage arms at the bottom of her clit just next to her fleshy swollen cunt whileCady rubbed herself frantically. Mr. Grier continued to fuck her from behind. “Oh god, I’m cumming!” Cady screamed as she squirted this time, her whole body shook. Mr. Grier came hard too from continuing to fuck her. Her body racked out every drop of Mr. Grier’s cum.

Too used to it. Tonight started the same way. Grant slipped in around one-thirty. He turned on the lamp and connected his phone. The video from last night started playing — me on my back, legs spread, moaning quietly while he fucked me raw. “Watch yourself,” he ordered as he climbed between my legs. He stroked my cock slow and tight while the video played. I was already breathing hard after just a few minutes. Every time I got close he stopped his hand completely and waited until the edge passed.

Completely naked. What the hell?

She was stripping off her clothes again, her top already gone. "Before you undress, Renee, I want to make sure it's okay with Janet," I said. "Are all of you more comfortable being nude for your exercise?" Janet asked. All three of us said yes. That was a no-brainer for us. Yoga didn't involve a lot of bouncing, so we didn't need sports bras to protect the puppies, and swimming nude couldn't be beat. "Have you heard back from Scott about being able to work with me on Thursday night?"

Then I scrolled lower. The tattoo wasn’t the point of the picture. The faint trail of trimmed hair led downward and damn me if my throat didn’t go dry. Grant had just sent me a nude. On a Monday afternoon. My cheeks burned crimson. I lowered my phone brightness quickly, pretending to check my notes while zooming in further. His dick filled the screen. Thick, erect and amazingly perfect. But something new caught my eye. A flash of metal?? That wasn’t there before. “Did you pierce your dick?” I typed back fast, fingers trembling.

To my surprise, Grant replied, “I can do that, but don’t worry, Angeline. Nudity after shifting is a natural thing for our people, you don’t have to hide.” I huffed, looking down at the blood-leaking uggly scar on my stomach – the mark and memory of all my pain. “Grant, just do as I said. Please,” I asked impatiently. He wouldn’t understand why I didn’t want to be seen. I didn’t want people to know how broken I was. ~ * ~ Grant