Jessica Asher Nude Novels & Stories

“Let go. This is what you’ve been craving. Fuck my fingers. Come for me—hard.” She thrust faster, thumb ruthless on my clit. I screamed—my pussy exploded, squirting in powerful jets that drenched her wrist, my thighs, the floor. I sagged against her, gasping. My panties were ruined. Jessica knelt, fingers hooking the waistband. “Time to lose these, baby.” She peeled them slowly down my legs, leaving me naked except for thigh-highs and heels—vulnerable, dripping, aching.

he was asking me, letting me take charge. Locking my eyes on his beautiful ones, I slowly untied the sash of my bathrobe and let it fall to the floor. I was naked beneath and my skin was still semi-wet. Asher’s eyes darkened like a moonless sky as he drank me in, feasting on every curve and dip of mine. I shifted on his lap and he wriggled out of his sleeping shorts and boxers, his erection bursting free in all its glory. My mouth salivated at the sight of him, desire and need making it hard for me to breathe.

I rip it up, over my chest, until it comes over my head. Asher stops moving; he levels a look on me, taking in the view of my nudity. His cock flexes beneath me. "Take off your pants," I demand. He pops the top button; I rise up on my knees so he can shimmy the clothing off entirely. I start to lower myself, but he catches my hips, shoving me down firmly on top of his shaft. It sandwiches between us, sizzling with heat, the girthy tip poking my navel.

His heart suddenly hammering, Asher moved before he could talk himself out of it. He headed down the halls then down the stairs. With every step, the sounds became louder. The basement door was cracked open so he stopped in the shadows and looked. His mouth dropped. Nico Rossi stood naked and gleaming with sweat under the low lights, his every muscle carved and tense. Some guy was bent over the weight bench—his ass up and his wrists zip-tied to the barbell rack. His back was arched and Nico’s huge hand was fisted in the stranger’s hair, yanking his head back while he fucked into him with brutal, punishing strokes.

I wondered when he had gotten that done because those two letters had started to fade. He didn't move or say a word as I traveled down to his jeans. I unbuttoned them and tugged at the zipper before I hooked my thumbs into the top and slowly pushed them down. His gaze held mine as his mouth slightly opened. I wanted to scream with excitement at how calm Asher was as I undressed him. I was in complete control and I felt like a boss. Asher lifted his feet out of his jeans as I stood back and appreciated the man standing gloriously naked in front of me. My mouth watered at the sight of him and I wanted to reach out and touch him, but I didn't.

Slowly peeled off my sweater, revealing bare skin underneath. “No bra?” Asher groaned. “God, she knew exactly what she was doing.” I unbuttoned my jeans, dragged them down, stood there in nothing but a thong that was already wet. Cole growled, sketchpad forgotten. “Fuck.” Micah looked like he might faint. Jax patted his lap. “Come here.” I didn’t hesitate. I crawled to him like a pet, like a toy, like a girl who had just given up every last shred of decency.

“I need to go and get a few things. While I’m out of the room you’re going to strip yourself naked. From now on, when we’re alone in this room together you will always be naked.” Christ, what had she been thinking? “I want you at the edge of the bed on your hands and knees, your legs spread nice and wide.” Damien unlocked the door and left the room, leaving her in a slightly dazed state. Sitting up, she removed the teddy. Well, that seemed like a waste of money. Always naked in their bedroom? Was he kidding? She was pretty sure he wasn’t. Not in the slightest. On her hands and knees, Jessa positioned herself at the edge of the bed then spread her legs wide. She blushed, realizing exactly how

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

" Well it doesn't give you the damn right to enter while I'm half naked, you perverted son of a—" " Complete that and I'll snatch that fucking duvet off your body!" Asher snapped viciously, his eyes dark with rage. He was close to her now, the heat of his anger was radiating on Lena, but she barely gave a damn. Asher rubbed his temples and sneered at her. " You are covering because I came in, yet you let the whole goddamn city see your nakedness." Lena's expression dropped at Asher's words. It was then it occurred to her that the floor-ceiling window was wide open. Lena started at the luxurious city outside the window before her petrified gaze moved to Asher just on que for him to speak.