Jaime Lee Simmons Nude Novels & Stories

Substance. Lying on his bed, dressed in a T-shirt and sweatpants, Simon browsed through various female streamers on his laptop. His gold-rimmed glasses glinted under the reading lamp. One after another, he swiped left, unimpressed. The filters were cranked too high. Most of the women wouldn’t look half as good in real life. At thirty-two, Simon had the air of someone who’d seen too much and learned to be immune to superficial charm.

His words are very clear, but still, she doesn't catch it. Simon hesitantly faces her and enunciates every word clearly, "My goodness, My Princess. You're naked." "I'm… naked?" Samantha repeats after him. With a frown bulging on her forehead even bigger, she checks upon herself and finds everything of her body flaunting proudly to Simon. She raises a brow at him with a sneer forming on her lips, "What's wrong with that? I like it. It's cool. Any problem?" "Oh wow, not really. It's just—"

Communication would sort it out, and I didn't like it one bit. “Simone, we should talk.” I called out as I passed the bathroom doors; she had her side to me, she was fucking naked, I watched her raise her arms. Wearing a new top with nothing beneath, up a black Lace panty, with nothing before the string on her, stretching against it and snuggling close to a pillow. “You are wearing just that?” I asked, trying to control the lust in me this once. I was already turned on, even in this situation. Was that all I could think about?.

Simone didn’t rage—she ruled. Nathan stood straighter, throat dry. “Work ran late. I sent a text.” She stopped a few feet away, wine untouched, gaze sharp. “That’s not what I asked.” His heart pounded. “Yes. I’m late.” “Without permission.” He nodded. Simone stepped closer. Her fingers dragged down the lapel of his shirt, then circled the spot just beneath his throat. “Take off your clothes.” He hesitated. Her brow lifted. That look alone had him moving fast—shoes off, tie dropped, shirt unbuttoned. Each movement stripped away the version of himself the world saw. By the time he stood naked in front of her, the man from the office, the confident decision-maker, was gone.

How terrifying is a man who's a simp and knows that he's one? In three years of dating, I've transferred six million dollars to my girlfriend, Nadine Stark. I made sure every transaction was labeled as a willing gift. I know she only sees me as her personal ATM, but I still go along with it. We break up over something ridiculous. I'm a little late in transferring money to her once, and she screams at me to get lost over and over again. So I do. That's when Nadine loses it. She starts stalking and harassing me, and she spreads rumors about me. She claims I have an STD, that I've stolen her gold necklace worth 150 thousand dollars, and that I've abused her cat to death. In the end, I los

I stopped a few steps from him, and there was Ellie in the shower, her back turned to him. Simon was practically salivating on the ground and jerking off, watching Ellie shower. She was a sight to behold, no argument. Her skin was pale like marble. Her ass two white orbs I wanted to sink my teeth into. There wasn’t a blemish on her body, not a single imperfection, so unlike my own. She had been protected all her life, kept safe from the dangers of this world, and here she was at my mercy. “Turn around. I want to see your tits and cunt,” Simon ordered, his hand moving faster on his cock. Simon was so wrapped up in watching her and wanking off, he didn’t notice me.

"Okay, enough on the shoulders. My legs are a little numb now, you can rub them for me…" "You…" Simone went scarlet at his audacity. "Are you trying to die…" Darryl was not panicked in the slightest. "Well. Do you want that Chilly Marrow Pill, or not?" Simon had no choice then but to kneel in front of Darryl and begin to massage his legs. Whew! Just then, Darryl could not help but suck in a breath. At the same time, Simone's perfect curves were completely exposed. It had to be said that this lady had a smoking figure.

he stammered, his voice cracking. Lee stepped forward, his intense gaze boring into Matt's. "You heard the man. Strip. Now." Matt's hands shook as he fumbled with his shirt buttons, the sweat beading on his brow. He shrugged off his shirt and kicked off his shoes, standing in just his pants and underwear. "All the way," Johnson barked. "We need you bare and vulnerable." Matt's face burned with humiliation as he slid down his pants and underwear in one swift motion. His lean, trembling body was now exposed under the harsh fluorescent lights, his nipples already hardened from fear and something else he couldn't quite name.

Damien sucked her clean, taking every inch of her into his mouth. "The best juice on Earth." Damien said with a smirk. Celestine was still breathing hard from reaching orgasm. She hadn't recover from the mind blowing feeling yet. Damien got out of bed and began to remove his belt. He removed his jean and shorts. His erection sprang free, standing all proud and tall. Celestine looked at his manhood and gulped, she hadn't seen him yesterday clearly. She felt shy seeing Damien's war weapon. He was huge and Celestine could not help but stare at it. Damien found her expression amusing.

He finished. "And if you really wanna make her suffer and make a pretty penny, I have a few friends that would pay handsomely for some alone time with her! Beast or not, she's hot. She has that sweet and innocent kinda of vibe that men like to break!" Simon claimed, his voice low and dirty, making me shudder. "Would they be opposed to being recorded? I am sure the Azure bastards would like to see her again! Even if it's just to see her broken and bloodied!" Luke questioned seriously, making my heart race.