Jade Struck Nude Novels & Stories

But my attention is drawn by the big television mounted on the wall. Jade is currently standing in front of the monstrosity in a low cut jeans and a short top that shows her dragon tattoo on her stomach and the tail that goes down to her pelvis. Her black hair is cut short in the front of her face, shaping her chin and the back is longer stopping on her tits. Zero pulls me to the sofa nearest to us. I sit my ass down as he places our helmets on the side table before doing the same. Venus laughs at Jade, “I told you, I don’t need your help, Mercy, Hannah, Beggar and I will be handling it.”

'See what I mean, you are desiring him already,' Rudina teased me as if she wasn't desiring Navajo. 'It's not wrong to desire my mate, is it? Whose desperate to be let our now?' I teased her. 'When it gets in my way and my time, that makes it a big problem,' she snarled. 'Whatever,' I shrugged while taking my time to remove my clothes. "Are you gonna take forever to take your clothes off?" Jade's deep voice bellowed behind me. I realized he had been waiting and seductively glaring at me. "Just tell me that you are eager to rake my body with your eyes," I rolled my eyes and said.

However, I wanted her to feel like the sun and moon had collided around her and exploded into a wave of sensual heat. My tongue tasted the valley between her breasts and stomach. I circled her belly button, eliciting something between a giggle and a sigh. Suddenly, Jade pushed me off and stood up. Before I could say anything, she unzipped her dress and let it pool to the floor. My jaw dropped as I saw her and realized she wasn't wearing any underwear. She gave me a wicked grin as she laid back on the bed. I snapped out of my reverie and approached her again. Her eyes followed my every movement and closed in bliss once my fingers found the center of her womanhood. I pressed my finger against

Jade stood before him, clad in nothing but a tantalizing towel, her curves swaying in perfect harmony with his own. Jade’s lips curled into a seductive smile as she emerged from her bath, her skin still glistening with droplets of water. She could feel the heat emanating from Ceynol’s body as his eyes hungrily traced the curves of her figure, his trousers straining against the growing bulge within. Her mind was consumed by a lascivious notion. She released her grip on Ceynol and sensually discarded her towels, revealing her naked form before him.

A stripper pole had been hastily installed in the center—amateur, slightly crooked, but sturdy enough for what she had planned. As the music pulsed, Jade began her routine. She moved swiftly, her hands trailing slowly over her body—down the sides of her ribs, across the swell of her hips, up to cup her breasts through the fabric. She let the beat guide her, hips rolling in languid circles. Inch by agonizing inch, she pulled the zipper of her dress lower, revealing the matching red lace bra that barely contained her. The guys cheered, clinking bottles, their eyes glued to her as she wrapped her legs around the pole, the cool metal pressing against her inner thighs. She spun gracefully, hair w

Jade was dressed in a black suit, and there were four bodyguards behind her. She stopped right in front of me. Wilbur then leaned in and whispered, "That's him, Ms. Pearson! He's the bastard who hit me! See what he did to my neck when he tried to strangle me?" I looked at Jade, and my eyes lit up. Dad had shown me photos of her before, and she looked absolutely gorgeous in them to the point that I thought she must have edited them. But to my surprise, she was just as pretty, if not more, in real life. She was exactly my type.

I almost vomited out the dinner my mum made for me. There, Freya was facing my mate who was on his bed. Her back to the door, she was stripping her sluty short dress in a very seductive manner, slowly. Watched her as she did her thing, I clenched my fists. "That bitch!" Jade cursed.

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?