Grace Rayne Nude Novels & Stories

I also saw that her nipples were still tense and pointed upward. “Are you satisfied with my breast service, Gabriel?” Grace smiled a little as she looked down at her breasts. “Of course, not yet.” I quickly removed every last bit of clothing from my body after hearing her vulgar words. Then I threw off my underwear and kissed her straining nipples. Grace moans with a trembling body. “Gabriel, your touch makes my whole body heat up.” I take off her clothes that disturb my view to enjoy her whole body. The damn nightgown finally came off, and I could see her naked body. She was wearing only a pair of thin, lacy pants that barely covered her pussy.

Rayne looked up at me with blood smeared all over her face but it didn’t matter because all I could see was her beautiful blue eyes, “You’re naked.” I chucked, “And so are you.”

I was so turned on it was crazy; the scent of my own readiness was filling the room, driving us both toward the edge. Finally letting go of my chest, Rayne sat back for a brief moment, his eyes raking over my trembling form. He reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my sweatpants. With one fluid motion, he stripped them off, taking my soaked panties along with them. He didn't even look at them as he flung the lace scrap into a far corner of the room, leaving me completely exposed to his burning gaze.

Despite my initial reluctance, I can’t deny the thrill that courses through me as I continue the strip tease by taking off my shirt and throwing it. As I open the button of my jeans, fixing my intense gaze on her, I notice her pressing her legs. I'm not the only one who is turned on; she is too. As the music ends, I stand before her, completely naked. Grace’s eyes roam over my body, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. “Well done, Mr. Grey.” She purrs, her voice dripping with desire as she approaches me. “Now it’s my turn to pay you back.” She kneels before me and shocks me by taking me in her mouth in a swift motion.

Everyone shots their goodnights as me, Raine and Levi make our way to the room. We make it to Raine's room, and all go in. I shut and lock the door. Raine starts to take her shirt off as she makes her way to the bathroom. The sight of her beautiful tan skin has my body reacting before I can even look away. She tosses her shirt across the room and enters the bathroom. Levi and I are both heading to the bathroom and removing our clothes as well. Levi enters the bathroom before me but stops just inside the door. I know why because I come to a dead stop beside him. Raine has already removed her pants and is standing there in a lace bra that shows us every inch of her breast. The underwear she ha

"We need to talk, Kitty." Rayne smiled slowly, standing up and stripping out of her clothes quickly. "Talking is so overrated, Gard. We can do that later. Right now I have other needs." The sight of her naked body above him was a temptation that even a saint would have struggled to withstand. He was certainly no saint. His cock throbbed impossibly hard, his hands clenched in fists to stop himself from reaching out and exploring every inch of the creamy flesh she presented to him.

The feel of his fingers rubbing her clit was driving her crazy. “I need you naked, gods please…” Dimitri pulled away from her. When he stood beside the bed, she watched him pull his pants down. Rayne shucked her jeans and panties off, letting them fall to the ground. It was at that moment she realized she had forgotten to put on. Rayne lay on the bed nude, and Dimitri looked at her, taking in her beauty.

He teased. “Glace wan ice cream.” Grace quickly turned to him with excitement all over her face. She put her hands up towards him wanted to be picked up and Cayne complied right away. He kissed her all over which made her giggle. “I love you,” Cayne told her. “Wuv you.” Grace returned the favor and snuggled to his chest. “Dada loves Mama, not Grace.” He teased her again and she immediately bang her head on his chest. Cayne laughed at her jealousy and cute tantrum. He loved his girls so much.

Even the camera shutters stopped. Finally, the screen froze on an old file from the Appalachian Women in Business Scholarship Program. Name: Grace Walker. Birthplace: Red Creek, West Virginia. The photo attached was the same young woman outside the church. My grandmother. The real Grace Walker. The comments churned. [So the current Grace Hale is not Grace Walker?] [The letters are right there. He just said he rejected her.] [This isn't cheating. This is identity theft.] Henry pressed his lips into a thin line. His hand gripped the edge of the table. Sweat slid from his temple.