Jennifer Van Damsel Nude Novels & Stories

My panties were already damp. I removed my bra and panties last, standing completely naked before him except for my heels. My full breasts felt heavy, nipples stiff and aching. My shaved pussy glistened with fresh arousal. Damien drank in the sight, his cock straining hard against his pants. He pulled me up by my hair and bent me roughly over my own walnut desk. The cool wood pressed against my breasts as he kicked my legs apart. His large hand cracked down on my ass without warning—sharp, stinging slaps that made me cry out.

Nothing left to the imagination. Damien’s eyes dragged over my tits, my stomach, my thighs. He looked hungry--but in a rich kind of way. “Stand up. Take the rest off. Slowly.” I rose up, stepped out of the dress, then unhooked my bra. My nipples were stiff, aching, as they bounced free. I hooked my thumbs into my panties, pushed them down, and stepped out. Completely naked in front of him except for the heels. He stared for a long moment, then stood up too. Towering over me. He cupped one of my breasts, thumb brushing the nipple, then slid his hand down between my legs again, stroking my bare, dripping pussy.

Standing there in just her panties and his jewelry, she felt more exposed than she ever had. "All of it," Damien said. "I want nothing between my eyes and your skin." She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down. And then she was completely naked except for the necklace and earrings, standing in the middle of his study while he looked at her with an intensity that felt like being consumed. "Come here." She crossed to where he sat. "Kneel." Her heart hammered as she sank to her knees between his spread legs. "Tonight," Damien said, his hand sliding into her hair, "I'm going to teach you what it feels like to be worshipped. To have someone devote themselves ent

All I had to do was slip inside his office, plant the files, and disappear like a ghost. But the moment I pushed open the heavy door, everything fell apart. A woman’s raw, broken moan cut through the air. “Oh god, Damien… fuck, yes!” The huge floor-to-ceiling windows showed the glittering city skyline, but the real show was happening right in front of them. Damien Vale had a woman pinned against the glass. She was elegantly dressed, a wedding ring shining on her finger. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist, and her panties hung from one ankle. He stood behind her, pants open just enough, thrusting into her with hard, punishing strokes.

To the way his eyes stayed locked on me, dark and knowing. He caught me. “Problem, Nova?” His voice was low, amused, filthy. “You asked me to be naked. Now you can’t stop staring at my cock.” I flushed hard. “I… I’m trying to get the proportions right.” “Liar.” He smirked. “You’re wet just looking at it, aren’t you?” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Damien stood up slowly and walked toward me, completely naked, cock now fully hard and curving upward. He stopped right in front of my easel, so close I could smell his skin and the faint musk of his arousal.

Christiana's eyes widened a bit and she looked up at Damien whose eyes were literally in flames. "Mr. Fernandez I'm sorry. I didn't mean to enter your... " "Take... off your clothes! " Damien gritted and Christiana looked down in shame. With her hands shaking, she zips down her gown and let it fall to the ground, leaving her in only her pant and bra. She wrapped her hands around her chest in an attempt to cover herself. "Take everything off, Christiana.... everything.... " Tears flooded Christiana's eyes as she obeyed Damien without a word. Soon, she was now naked, completely.

A thick British voice came from behind me. Startled, I lose concentration of the water manipulation and the three horses disappear into the hot tub. I almost drop the wine bottle in my hand into the water and I quickly grab onto the bottle for dear life before turning to look behind me. Lucifer is standing there with a towel wrapped dangerously low around his waist, as in I can see the v-shape of his pelvic bone. Gods give me strength. I mentally moan. Why does he always have to look so yummy? I watch as he walks to the opposite side of the hot tub before dropping the towel. I blush and quickly avert my eyes, trying to think about anything other than his naked body as he climbs into the hot

Valerie opened her lips to him completely, her fingers tangling into his dark hair, moaning softly into his mouth. Damian lifted her effortlessly in his arms, his massive frame carrying her over to the dark iron throne bed. He laid her down gently against the deep crimson silk sheets, her dark hair sprawling across the pillows like a glossy wave of dark fire. Damian unbuckled his suede vest, tossing it aside, before joining her on the bed. He settled between her parted legs, his golden amber eyes locked onto hers as his heavy, warm hands spread over her thighs, pulling her hips flush against his broad frame.

I nodded slowly; I took him over to his bike; I tossed him onto his bike; I raised my hand; my claws sparkled in the moonlight; I slowly dragged my claws across the metal gas tank of his bike. SCREEEEEEECH. The sound was agonizing; the paint peeled; the grooves cut deep into the steel of his bike. His bike fell down and the fuel started to leak. Henrique winced; he closed his eyes; he thought I was cutting through his skin. “Are you sure about that?” I asked; my hand raised high; my claws pointed at his chest. “I could make this last much longer.” He looked at my claws; then into my eyes; he didn’t see any mercy; he saw the demon.

He didn't kiss like a man who was hesitant to fuck a drunken lady as he had portrayed downstairs. I liked the way his hands roamed my body and his tongue roamed my mouth. His hands moved on my skin in a rugged yet sweet manner. They moved to the back of my shirt and zipped down. He then disconnects our lips to take it off. I raise my back off the bed to unbuckle my bra and he takes it off too. I watch him as he stares at my bare breast in transfix. His eyes became darker and his jaws flexed. Mouthwatering, his eyes read. He moved his fingers on them, watching as they jiggled in small actions. He looks up into my eyes and moves down to devour my lips again then he moves to my breast and takes