Jada Rounds Nude Novels & Stories

When she saw the familiar faces in her living room, she didn’t have to ask why the pinks were freaking out. “Sorry, we just got excited. If you didn’t come back, we wouldn’t even see these two,” they almost said in unison, referring to Robin and Steve. She chuckled and shook her head in amusement before going back in and facing her dresser to finish preparing. Jada wore an ash-colored tube paired with ripped shorts and gladiator sandals. She added a bit of makeup and accessories and she was done. When she came out, the pinks couldn’t stop praising her. "O-M-G! My talent’s really gorgeous!" Bambi shrieked.

She felt so ashamed and so liberated. “Wow, that is a thrill.” She said. “Please, sir, I want to try more.” “Okay, take off the rest of your clothes.” Jon said. Jade was almost too excited. She practically ripped her clothes off in front of everyone. She sat back down, naked.

We went upstairs to her apartment, and she let us in. When we were in her apartment, Jenna walked to the doorway that opened onto the hallway that led to the bedrooms. She was wearing yet another Spandex leotard, a bright orange one, with black leggings. She stood there looking at me, took a deep breath, and began sliding the straps of the top of her outfit down over her shoulders, then she peeled it down, baring her lovely upper body. My face felt hot, and I knew my eyes were wide as I watched Jenna getting undressed. She peeled the remainder of the outfit down and stepped out of it, then she stood there for a moment, displaying her fantastic body to me.

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.

“Since you’re in-charge of features and events, I want you to go and write about them in our next issue. Or… is that not what you do?” “Do you think I have something to compare this to? Do I look like I go to clubs?” Jada stared at her long skirt and knitted blouse. Then she shook her head, “No, sweetheart. You look like somebody who would never be allowed to enter clubs.” Adrienne bit back a venomous response. What was the point, anyway? There was no arguing with Jada once she puts her mind to something. Adrienne stared at the ticket on her hand. The caption read, Exclusive Gathering.

In the mirror, Jade straightened the collar of the tailored polo shirt and then pulled her hair back into a high ponytail, trying to comb out the bumps with her fingertips. Her lipstick had long faded, strengthening the appearance of her natural complexion. The snug uniform emphasized the years she'd dedicated to fitness, accentuating her curves and giving a broader view of her toned frame.

Each and More Lolita wrapped her arms around herself, feeling naked in a room of clothed persons. She was the only one who had drenched face and hair that clung to skin. If only Hayden wouldn’t make it so obvious, then perhaps her heart wouldn’t be pummeling out of her chest. “Do you like that?” Jarrod said to his brother, his smile wide and sinister. “Do you like that she’s naked under that robe? Would you want to see more?”

CHAPTER 2: GAS STATION HOOD FUCK CLAUDIA’S POV Another hour drags by in this delicious torture. The sun finally creeps up to paint the sky pink, but we stay locked together with my dress a crumpled mess and his shorts ruined. Jada keeps the texts coming—“Grind slower, make him beg,” “Pinch your nipples, send pic,” “Tell him to finger your ass under the blanket.” Zion obeys every one with a growl the whole time while his cock never fully softens.

A girl could surely get used to this. About two hours later Jada was in full boss mom mode, barking at Jude and I to pose how she liked. We both made a few small changes to the story and sent them back to Slade. Apparently Jude had left all his clothes at the hotel so he’d made a quick trip over there to get some things. He was wearing his practically trademarked leather pants, black boots and a thin white button down long sleeved shirt. Of course you could see his ink through the shirt and at the top few buttons were always undone. Have I mentioned he looks so fucking yummy it should be illegal?

"Please, show me what I must do." Relief washed over their faces, a flicker of gratitude dancing in their eyes. The women moved closer to Jada, their delicate hands unbuttoning her nightgown and drawing the soft fabric away from her body. Goosebumps prickled her skin as the cool air kissed her exposed flesh. They guided her towards a large tub near the bathroom window, where the first rays of sunlight painted golden streaks upon the water's surface. "Where is he? Chase..." Jada whispered, looking back at the women around her.