Jenny Raven Nude Novels & Stories

Jenny released a grasp. "Now pleasure yourself!" He disengaged from her and walked over to a couch, then sat majestically. Jenny took a deep breath. She fell to the floor seductively. It started with her rolling her hips and waist, engaging her upper body. She took off the up of her lingerie. Making her nipples exposed to his hungry eyes, she began to pleasure herself, releasing a soft moan to ignite the atmosphere more.

Her neck was pierced, she looked and saw two other guys in the room, they must have sucked from her. "Mia, I'm glad you are alright" Nanny said hugging her dearly " These are the creatures I warned you about. Don't worry Raven will finish them off for us so we can have peace" Nanny said In a twinkle of an eye, Carly was kicked to their side. She groaned gritting her teeth in anger. She had been fighting with Raven "It's almost time for your siren to blow your asses back home. Just send this message to your father" Raven said pulling Carly up to rip her gown.

After the argument in the car, Raven was surprised to receive a text message with an address and time for the gig. He debated whether to go as he changed shirts three times in front of his bathroom mirror, finally settling on a plain black t-shirt and jeans. He shrugged on his leather biker’s jacket and ran a comb through his hair. “Shit,” he told himself in the mirror as he fidgeted with his hair and ran his nails through the stubble on his cheeks contemplating the value of shaving. “You are like a nervous virgin dressing for her prom date.”

"You can look now Luna. No need to be shy, you know? We're both women. Got the same stuff and bits. There's nothin' wron' with lookin' at each other in the nude." She wasn't completely wrong. We were both women. Looking at her body isn't necessarily wrong. I just couldn't help but to look away. I don't know if it's because she deserves some privacy. I don't know if it's because I'm naturally shy when it comes to the subject of nudity or if its something else. "Unlike you, Cherry is a proper lady." "Sure. Whatever." Raven rolled her eyes, making her towards the exit. "I'll meet you guys in Charlotte's room. I'm goin' to get ready."

He told himself he was just curious. The door to the women’s locker room was slightly ajar. He pushed it open. Raven stood under the shower spray, completely naked. Water cascaded over her toned body, tracing every line of muscle and curve. Her breasts were full and heavy, nipples dark and tight from the cool water. Tattoos snaked across her ribs and down her strong thighs. She had a fresh split lip and a bruise forming on her cheekbone, but she looked more alive than any woman Lucas had ever seen.

As I slowly open my eyes and stretch every party of my perfect physique, I find that Raven is not in bed, but I can hear the water of the shower running. As I shred my body from clothing, I give myself a once-off over in front of the tall mirror. With biceps that clench and flex, and abs that tighten with every move, I make my way over to the hot and steamy shower. And hot and steamy is my Raven in nothing but her tiny red lace panties on.

His fingers slip inside my top and his strokes across my nipples drive me crazy. More crazy. Riven pulls off his tie and unbuttons his shirt. He kisses my fingers and guides them to his belt, and I help him unbuckle himself, before he helps me out of my jeans. Kennedy tugs my top over my head and pulls my bra off with it. I’m naked in a heartbeat with my legs around Riven’s waist. His cock is big against my belly and it’s a relief. To know he still wants me like this is a relief.

“Bring the Black Coast shipment codes, the account access, and every fucking file you stole.” A sob caught painfully in my throat. What the hell were they talking about? “I swear I don’t know anything,” I whispered desperately. “I don’t even know who Ravens is.” One of the men barked out a laugh. “Damn. She really clueless.” “Not our fucking problem,” another muttered. The gun pressed harder into my skin and my breathing immediately turned shaky again. “You hear that, Ravens?” the man said into the phone. “Fourteen hours before we paint the floor with her brains.”

A fraction of a second too long for someone like me. She’s standing beside the car with a large bag hanging from one shoulder, dressed nothing like the Diana I’ve grown used to. No oversized sweaters. No shapeless dresses. No deliberate attempt to disappear. Instead, she’s wearing a black tube top that leaves her shoulders bare, blue baggy jeans that somehow still manage to trace the curve of her hips, and white sneakers that look annoyingly clean. Her makeup is light—almost careless—but it highlights her eyes in a way that makes them impossible to ignore. Her hair is pulled back into a neat ponytail, exposing her neck.

Just as I was about to dig in, he spoke. “That’s for Raven.” I froze right on the spot, and as if on cue, Raven showed up at the top of the stairs and then descended from it. My jaw nearly dropped when I took in the sight of her. She wore a very short dress, with a low-cut neckline, exposing her breasts as she. As she walked, her breasts bounced with her— literally— like basketballs. She hadn't bothered to slip on a bra, leaving no imagination as her nipples could be seen clearly through her dress.