Jade Heavenly Nude Novels & Stories

Isra had cleared the room. The Grand Architect, now in her late sixties with hair like spun snow, was sitting on the stone floor near the center of the room. Sitting opposite her was a boy. Jace was ten years old. He had the dark, messy hair typical of the northern mountain packs, and he was wearing a simple wool tunic. But he wasn't sitting like a child. He was sitting in a state of absolute, rigid focus. Both of his small hands were pressed perfectly flat against the flagstones.

he reminded smoothly. Hailey froze, her eyes fixed on his strong fingers undoing his jeans. A slow, torturous reveal of the line of hair leading downward. She held her breath, waiting, waiting… Finally, he slid off his jeans, taking his boxer briefs with them. Hailey licked her lips nervously as Jayden stood bare in front of her, completely nude. He didn’t need to hide. Jayden was perfect—from his messy, sexy hair and piercing blue eyes to his golden, sculpted body.

Lilly: Jade, get over here now, baby, come meet your Uncle's friends. Jade : okay mom just let me do this next round Miles: okay Jade just one okay. Jade: got it , Jake wanna sparr Jake: with you beautiful any time. Jade's pov.hearing a growl again o shake my head seeing three guys with mom and Uncle Miles,they have black hair tan skin and green eyes and fuck why are all the guys freaking smoking hot damnit I'm gonna need new panties today , so getting ready for Jake I took off my crop top to reveal my dark purple sports bra hearing another growl I ask Jake.

Alessio Holy. Fucking. Shit. I gaze down at the naked blonde beauty on my bed, lying exactly the way she would in any man's fantasy. Her soft milky skin is flushed with the sheen of desire, her rose-blushed nipples diamond hard, her legs are spread wide and her pussy glistening, begging to be fucked. It's like I'm looking at an angel. An eroticized version of the angel I stole and brought to my unhallowed hell. Hades—God of the Underworld—would have been proud, but dare I say that not even Persephone—the Goddess of Spring—was as enchanting as this being in my bed.

And with the way he was watching me right now, I was getting any better. “Jade.” He called my names but honestly, it sounded between a moan and a groan. My brain translated it in a different way and I batted my eyelashes. Then as if my body was being controlled by some crazy being inside of me, I got up, fully nude. His eyes turned smouldering. Not just hot. He was setting me on fire, even though he wasn’t touching me. A special appreciativeness was added when they went below my breasts and to the little bump protruding in my belly.

Chapter 1 Jade stepped out of her sleek black sedan, the engine purring to a stop in the driveway of the suburban mansion. The night air was thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and distant barbecue smoke, a far cry from the neon-lit clubs she usually worked. She paused for a long moment beside the car. At 25, with her long raven hair cascading down her back in loose waves that caught the faint glow of the porch lights, emerald eyes that sparkled under streetlights like polished gems, and a body honed from years of pole dancing—curves that could make a man forget his vows—she knew she was the perfect hire for a bachelor party.

“Oh, honey… so we’re going for the full Cinderella transformation, huh?” Jade blinked. “I—I’m not sure —” Leandra waved a hand, grin widening. “No, no. “Don’t worry. Prison chic is very in this season… but you? We’ll upgrade to goddess.” A small, shaky giggle escaped Jade. She felt lighter, freer, as if someone finally saw her. “Sit, darling,” Leandra said. Velvet chair beckoning. “Let’s break physics and turn you into pure fire.” Hands brushed hair back, smoothed shoulders, adjusted posture. Pulse stuttering delight. A glass of wine appeared—warm, dark, thrilling.

They were all glitter and glamour in the highest pairs of heels I had ever seen. Each, in their pretty little outfits, Jada in her sexy leopard print dress reaching just below her butt cheeks, her toned sexy legs on full display, her beach blonde hair pulled up in a messy bun, her face done to perfection, her skin glowing. And her beautiful grey eyes stared at me as she whispered something to who I knew now as Kylynn. They laughed lightly, then Jada went up to the counter as it was their turn to cash out the commodities they picked up. Some condoms, mints, random snacks, and a bottle of Bourbon.

She draws me into a game where I lose every round, and yet, I want to play again. The door opens with a breath. A slight mist invades the room, followed by her body: Jade. Her body still damp, half-goddess, half-demon. Drops slide over her hips, her breasts, her stomach. She has tied a towel at her waist, but it covers nothing. On the contrary, it underlines. Accentuates. Drives crazy.

I commanded, and she got off Jade instantly. “Thank you,” Jade said, but I couldn’t reply as my eyes were just fixed somewhere. When she noticed I didn’t reply, she lifted her head to stare at me weirdly when she saw my eyes were fixed on her. “I said thank you.” She repeated, but I was just too mesmerized to reply. How could I reply when Jade just had a nipple slip and her fresh plump nipples were exposed for my viewing pleasure? She must have traced my eyes as she immediately closed her exposed nipples.