Jaime Lee Simmons Nude Novels & Stories

"You reject me and then cozy up to some unknown guy. What, does he surpass me in some way? Can he satisfy you in bed better than I can?" "He's better than trash like you!" "Alright, today I'll show you if I'm trash!" Simmons shut off the phone and threw it aside. He grabbed Liora's throat and, with a wicked glint, said, "When did Simmons endure such humiliation from a woman? After all these years of playing with countless women, Liora, who does she think she is? With that sexy appearance, isn't she just there for someone to enjoy, pretending to be innocent!"

But when his gaze landed on me, it was the way one might look down at a filthy insect crawling near their feet. "Let me ask you again," he said, each word clipped. "Where were you last night?" I was weak—my whole body hollowed out by illness and injury. The blow had left me dazed, my senses drifting. I had no strength left to fight back. But years of being crushed underfoot had left something twisted inside me—something that no longer wanted to stay quiet. I knew exactly what would make him lose control. "I slept with a stranger," I said slowly and clearly. "Wanted to see if it felt good. To know if someone like you—who screws like a stud horse—actually delivers any pleasure at all."

With the money there on the show I could make that wish come true. 'But not by stripping naked,' said Alice Moore indignantly. 'My daughter is naked on TV - such a shame.' 'I wasn't naked,' Jill protested, thinking with unease that she'd felt the same way, 'I was wearing a bikini.' 'Like that one would make a big difference,” her mother fumed. 'Anyway, what will Simon say to that? Do you think he'll ever want to date you again if he finds out about this?” Jill rolled her eyes. “Mom, I don't really care what Simon thinks about it. I don't care to go out with him again.'

"Come on we can go out and eat or I'll cook. You should be thanking me jerk! I picked the best place for our summer. Would you rather be elsewhere right now? Tell the truth." "Hell no! And miss a chance to steal someone's girlfriend who I feel is mine?" Simon said, laughing menacingly. The duos went into their separate bedrooms and began to unpack their bags. Each of them were thinking of how best to go about getting their love interest alone. Simone dropped her gown down to the floor standing fully naked behind a mirror. She hadn't had a man touch her for years. She touched her breasts and her pussy. She closed her eyes lost in self pleasure.

"Bend over, Holly -- I want your ass." Holly let out a breath that was more like a moan, and suddenly the expression of longing on her face was open and intense. She turned around, and braced herself on the sofa -- bent over, knees on the cushions, her hands and forehead against the sloping back of the couch, her ass raised. She was naked except for her black choker and her knee-high black and white socks, and as Simon looked at her hanging tits, her shapely thighs, and her round, firm, virgin ass, he felt like his cock was ready to explode all over again.

That was a challenge to Simone and she quickly took off her dress and stood before him as though she called the bluff on his dare. She must have been a vision. No bra, the dress wouldn't allow it, but her breasts firm and proud. Sheer silk stocking and suspenders, skimpy panties and black stiletto heels. Philip closed the door and moved up to her. He held her firmly and kissed her deeply. His expert hands roamed her body and his fingers probed between her buttocks. Simone must have 'woken' at this point and tried to fight him off, but there was no hope. He picked her up and dropped her on the bed. Within a matter of seconds, he had his trousers and jacket off and was kneeling behind her on t

Being a father suits him to a T and he’s still so… *Quit it! We have a mate who is by far the hottest one of all,* Simone scolds. I can appreciate the view, don’t rain on my eye candy parade! I mean shit few males out here are even wearing a shirt! Some probably won’t be wearing anything soon. Can’t wait for that. When Jeremy also walks by without a shirt, I look a bit too long. Damn hormones! *Sure that’s what it is, close your mouth,* Simone barks.

She faced the wall, wiping off the letters from the white board. “Oh. So you’re not denying he’s hot?” “Hell no. I’ve got eyes. Brandt is unbelievably hot. That body…” Jessie whistled and winked over her shoulder. “World class, my friend.” “How do you know?” Simone asked with a lifted brow. “Has he been running around your place buck-assed naked?” “No. But last summer? I saw him wearing a pair of board shorts and a really great tan.”