Grace Rayne Nude Novels & Stories

she said as she licked the jam from the one she had in her hand. "It's your choice, sweetheart. Either you spend these months feeling bitter or you enjoy them with a man who's there for the taking. I don't think it's that difficult to choose," she continued. "It's not that easy," I said. Grace turned around and I followed her gaze. Hayden was coming out of the room shirtless, revealing his very toned body. I took a deep breath; Grace was right, Hayden looked so good it should be illegal. "Is it really so difficult to decide?" Grace asked.

"That... that's not true. RAyNe never gives average sex!" Nirvana smirked. "Aww, I said it, so now it must be true." She intentionally bumped Siara’s shoulder as she walked past her…only to crash straight into a hard chest. A familiar scent enveloped her. RAyNe. Dressed in loose black pants and a T-shirt, he looked different…almost casual. Almost approachable. But the way his eyes darkened as they met hers made her stomach twist. "Oh really?" he murmured, one brow raised.

It must be that Jake. But I soon shook off the wandering thoughts in my mind, which no one in the family knew about except Jake, and headed to the wall side whilst I tore open the wrapped photo. As I took a look, what I saw stunned me. Grace, in her beauty, wasn't wearing anything on the frame but just her right hand covering her treasure curve, with a flirtatious smile adorning her lips. Her breasts and it's nipples stood bare whilst pointing out. Her curved leg hips were sexy and... "I didn't tell you to tear the frame but to hang it for me!" her half-scream and half-shock brought me back to reality.

With her earphones in, she pretty much ignored us. The worse thing about working out next to Grace was how fucking sexy she was. Every time she did a butterfly lift or a Good Morning, her muscles were sticking out so perfectly. Her spandex workout shorts really accented her ass, making my dick hard just looking at her. “Time to go.” Damon announced. Grace pulled out an earbud. “I wrote everything down for you. It’s on our coffee table. I’m going to finish the bank shit.” She wasn’t done with her workout.

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.

But without a rider's weight pressing down on it, it would not pierce the animal's flesh. Even so, Caden remained restless. He clutched the caltrop as he lay in bed, unease written across his face. It was only after drinking a cup of warm milk that he finally drifted to sleep. Grace listened to the soft, steady rhythm of his breathing before exhaling slowly herself. She cast a glance at Lyra, then rose and left with her. Seated in the quiet of her own chambers, Grace removed her hairpins, her expression composed and serene.

My cock jerks into the barrier between us, my trousers, that is. The stupid taut material is the only thing stopping me from fusing with her. My Rayne doesn't wear panties to bed. She prefers the freedom of no underwear every night and I love it. Sucking in a harsh breath, I tease her opening by pushing my hard-on deeper. “Liam!” Rayne shrills. I can't tell if she's protesting or pleading for more. “Let me go!” she cries out, trying to tug her wrists out of my hold yet arching her back and offering her hips to me.