Grace Rayne Nude Novels & Stories

She looked like she had won a prize. I didn't scream. I didn't gasp. I just stood there and watched. The rhythm stopped. Daniel’s eyes snapped open. The look of pleasure died, replaced by a mask of rage. Grace didn't jump off. She didn't grab a towel. She just stopped and looked at me with a bored expression. "What the hell are you doing?" Daniel roared. He pushed Grace off and stood up. He didn't try to cover himself. He stood there naked, looking at me like I was something gross on the bottom of his shoe.

Richey lets out a low growl of possession. “That too, sweetheart. Take it all off.” Slowly, I obey. I unfasten my bra and let the cups slip off my arms before dropping the material to the floor. Then, I pull my panties down, letting the lace slip to the floor before stepping out and presenting myself nude for my handsome neighbor’s gaze. His blue eyes eat up my curves, loving their fleshy generosity. “Beautiful,” he rasps. “Absolutely gorgeous. But Rina, I want to see more than this. I want to see that pretty pink inside.”

The only thing I can hear is my breath mixed with my heartbeats. Ryan’s tongue is making geometrical patterns on my skin, which is making me horny AF. I try to speak but his grip on my neck tightens, showing who is in control of whom. With futile struggle, I stand there helplessly and watch him do Picasso art on my skin. His chest pressed to my back, pushing me further into the washbasin in front of me. The friction between the basin and my lower abdomen adds another hit of pleasure to my core. He smirks maliciously, enjoying me shiver under his touch.

I pulled my coat close and walked over to the figure, crouching down. I offered money and treats. "Here, take this. It's freezing out here; have something warm to eat." The person slowly looked up. The face was so dirty and frostbitten that I could hardly recognize in the faint light. The hair was matted to the head, smelling sour. However, then I saw the eyes, and I could not breathe. They were cloudy and empty, but with a spark of something I knew. It was Shirley. I was stuck in place, my thoughts racing.

I looked away as heat flushed my face. “It would be a waste not to enjoy such a powerful body in its prime. Imagine his stamina.” Grace whispered in my ear like the devil on my shoulder. I shooed her away. “Stop ogling the staff–you’re a taken woman now.” She giggled and left me alone with my sordid thoughts. Ryan really did have the perfect body. He was skyscraper tall, and every inch of him was covered in artfully sculpted muscle. Thick, silky black hair, startling green eyes, and a voice that could make you shiver.

His hand slides up slowly and reaches into her dress. Grace Lauren twists her body to cater for him, and delivers a better her to his hand. She also complains with coquetry, "Ray, why can't you keep yourself in line?" Ray is turned on by her. His fingers touché hard, "Come, let's go to the hotel next door!" Grace Lauren's eyes sparkle with success. She tries to look innocent, "Doesn't you say you wants to drink coffee? Why go to the hotel?" Ray glances around. Seeing no one around, he comes close to her face and says grinding his teeth, "Stop pretending!"

He said. Grace nodded, but he could sense the hesitation in her, but when he started to ask her what the problem was, she grabbed the edge of the pier and rose slowly out of the water. Noah gasped silently as he watched her came out of the water in just her underwear. She was wearing a red lacy bra, with a pair of lacy full coverage panties that left little to the imagination, but that wasn’t why he had gasped, it was the marks that covered the left side of her abdomen, stopping at her waist and continuing down to her hip. It was an ugly twisted scar that seemed like it was a burn mark and a knife carving mark put together, although, all healed up. On her right hip, there was a bruise mark t

Not here in front of all these people. “How wet are you right now?” I ask softly in her ear and, without hesitation, Grace holds my hand from her hips and moves it to the inside of her leg, where some of her juices are rolling down. Fuck, I wasn’t expecting Grace to be so courageous. She is usually shy and doesn’t want to make a scene. I move my hang up and down her leg, pressing my thumb lightly against her pussy, and realize she is not wearing any underwear anymore. What the fuck?

thought Grace. It's such a perfect night. So calm and peaceful. There is only the sound of sighs with groans that sound like music that triggers more passionate desires. Now Grace was completely naked in front of Paul, while he was still wearing his trousers. Grace just managed to grab her clothes until she lay helplessly on the floor of the ship. For a moment Paul stepped away to admire how beautiful her body was. Hurrying breaths and glazed eyes became the strongest attacks that made Paul no longer able to hold

He peeked through the crack. There she was. Grace. Sitting on the edge of the bed in that black lace set, phone in hand, reviewing the video she’d just posted. Her cheeks were flushed, nipples still hard against the lace, thighs glistening. She looked freshly fucked and beautiful. Johnny’s hand wrapped around his cock again, stroking slowly as he watched her. The woman who had raised him. The woman he’d jerked off thinking about for years. She was ASlimySlut. Grace sighed, setting the phone down, and stood up to stretch. That’s when Johnny shifted his weight. The floorboard creaked.