Hilary Knight Nude Novels & Stories

Knight in Dark Armor Hayden stared at Lolita, taking in her features. Her red hair was short and scanty on her head. Her face was bloated and covered with an oxygen mask. One of her legs was raised in a cast and a bandaged arm lay across her stomach. She looked horrible. She looked so, so bad. He was sure that if he removed the mask from her mouth, she’d surely stop breathing. It was all that was holding her together, otherwise she was as good as dead.

Unlocking my screen, an inspired smile sprung on my face as I read her text for me, telling me that she missed me already and asking where was I already. I knew that Hilary couldn't wait anymore and the thoughts of myself posing for her naked as her model sparked my skin on fire. She'd mentioned to me that she needed someone for her nude art and I was so quick to offer myself even if it was going to be embarrassing for my own good. I wouldn't let anyone pose naked for her ever. I couldn't trust myself being in control anymore because she was truly testing my patience by making me jealous. She would flirt with someone I don't even know sometimes. It was harmless though. I clearly knew that sh

Killian suddenly stood and removed his pants as fast as the drenched material allowed. “Do you want me to take off my shirt?” The sight of him fully nude made it hard to talk. “God, no.” He lifted me and had my back pressed against the wet blanket mere seconds later. He took the bottom edges of my new shirt and tore it open. I groaned in dismay, but then his palms covered my breasts. What the hell did a cheap blouse matter?

“I want to imagine you riding me with those big titties tonight.” “Oh my God, Kieran!” I protested. “You can’t… we can’t… talk… like that…” “Pretty sure I just did. Come on… take your shirt off…” I swallowed hard. This was the single most erotic thing anyone had ever asked me to do, and I wasn’t even sure I was brave enough to do it. But then, this was Kieran, and we had the whole of cyberspace separating us. It made me feel bold. I peeled off my shirt, revealing a lacy white bra underneath.

She stood there by the bed, wondering how she was going to tell him she needed to change in the bathroom, when he had already seen every part of her body. And then the way he stared at her, made her feel even more self-conscious. He strolled over to her and started kissing her again. He then unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her legs. He did the same with her panties. Then he pulled her top over her head and removed her strapless bra. Sienna was standing completely naked in front of him. It took a great amount of will power to keep her hands by her side. She desperately wanted to cover her midsection. She figured she was probably being paranoid, but she felt fat.

When he finally pulled back, he gripped her chin firmly. “Strip. Right now. I want to see what I just bought for the weekend.” Riley’s fingers trembled as she pulled her tank top over her head, then unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them down along with her panties. She stood completely naked in front of him, cheeks burning with humiliation and arousal. Mr. Kane’s eyes raked over her hungrily — full breasts, soft curves, smooth shaved pussy. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “On your knees, baby. Let’s seal our deal.”

He quickly unbuckled his belt and yanked his pants down and soon he removed his boxers too. Hillary covered her mouth when she spotted Kryss hidden gem. He was big! She never had any dirty thoughts before nor did she fantasized anyone but Kryss was different. Anyone who can see him naked will crave for him and beg him to own them. "Kryss, own me now." She wasn't expecting that it will came out from her mouth, she just thought of it. "It's not what I mean, Kryss." She explained. "Too late baby. No turning back." He voiced out grinning.

Riley’s moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing off the studio walls. Elena pulled her fingers free only long enough to strip Riley’s leggings down her legs. Riley stepped out of them, completely naked now, skin flushed and glistening. Elena’s eyes darkened with hunger. She shrugged out of her own leotard in one fluid motion, revealing full breasts with dark nipples and the smooth curve of her hips. A neatly trimmed patch of dark hair framed her glistening sex.

She could hear muffled voices so she counted one to three in her mind and pushed open the door. Right there on the floor was Hilda naked from her waist down to her legs. Her uniform was pushed up to her breasts as she held a small picture frame of Grayson and touched herself. The other maid that was sitting on the bed, taking pictures with her phone noticed her presence and froze. But Hilda was still moaning and crying out in pleasure like a sick cat as she plunged two of her fingers into her core. "What the exact hell, Hilda? Are you out of your damn mind? Get the fuck out of there." Yara yelled and Hilda froze.

It’s not only raining but also freezing outside and Hillary is out there doing what? I take my coat from Drew and go to Hillary in the Balcony. The rain isn’t heavy anymore but the floor is wet and the atmosphere is very cozy which makes sense as to why Hillary would want to sit here. She’s under a shade, her laptop in front of her, she looks quite engrossed in whatever it is she’s doing. “Oh my god,” I mumble when I see that she’s wearing nothing but Jean shorts and a very fucking sexy blouse with a sweetheart neckline and thick straps that does a lot of things to me.