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.

She was either very shy or hiding something. Jesse rested his head against his knees. Rayne rested beside him, rubbing his back in soothing circles, making it evident the two of them had grown fond of each other. Rayne had brown skin and stark white hair that hung long, like a curtain. Her eyes were the same color gray as Jesse's, but she was smaller, more petite in size. Jesse wore tattered dark jeans while Rayne wore clothing like that of the other gargoyles we'd seen. I couldn't help but wonder what she must've done to end up in prison. That was sure to be a story. "I'm going to get some rest," I said, and moved to curl up in the corner on the far side of the cell.

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.

I stepped back inside to understand what was going on, and before I could say a word, Camella's silhouette appeared, and I could swear that an angel had fallen at that minute. She was the perfect epitome of beauty, and I could swear I never knew a human could be as beautiful and gracious as that, at least not until I met Rita. I couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate her. Her features were delicate, her eyes pools of shimmering warmth that radiated kindness and understanding. Her hair cascaded in gentle waves around her face, framing features that seemed almost too perfect to be real. She had a crop top and bum short on, and her hairs were dangling loosely upon the apron.

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

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.