Jessica Nude Novels & Stories

Jessa gave me the all clear -Cricket The next was a short video. I hit the play button. Her face showed up. A lazy, sexy smile pulled at her mouth. "Too bad you aren't here." The next thing I know, she's laying down in bed. The camera pans down her naked body until I can see her pretty pussy. I'd been dreaming of that. Hell, it had featured in my mind heavily tonight as I jacked off in the shower. I was going to fuck her so hard.

“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.

Jessica hung up the phone… The woman she bumped into was more astonished than her. "Jessica…" She stammered and shed tears dramatically. Jessica stood still and sized her up with a poker face. With no shoes on, the woman seemed to be just out of bed and in a hurry. Her hair was messy. Her makeup was smudged. Her lipstick ran across her face ambiguously… Dressed in a loose bathrobe, she had the girdle tied casually. Her fair neck and deep cleavage were revealed. Obviously, she wasn't wearing anything inside.

Jessica slowly started walking again. Later that night she sat in her room sketching. Her pencil moved softly across the page. Without thinking, she began drawing herself. She stopped halfway. Jessica stared down at the picture. Because she had accidentally drawn herself smiling. She had never done that before. Not once. She sat frozen. Looking at it. Then quietly whispered: "I don't even look like that." Silence filled the room. Rain tapped softly against the window. Then somewhere deep inside her... a tiny voice answered: Maybe you do.

The therapist had told me I was fine, that I was making progress and all the soft language people used when they hadn’t grown up with a man who treated his only son like a project that kept disappointing him. I pulled my phone out of my pocket with fingers that still didn’t feel like mine, scrolled to the contact. Therapist John. My thumb hovered, then hit the message icon. We need to see tomorrow. I didn’t wait for a reply. I shoved the phone away and walked back to my room. The door was already slightly open. I pushed it fully open and stopped dead. Jessica was sitting on the edge of my bed, completely naked, legs crossed. Her nipples were hard in the cool air of the room, and she made no

My husband, Nathan Sidney, is the top doctor in the municipal hospital. However, he refuses to treat my stepsister, Jessica Jepson. He tells me that it's because Jessica's mother, Janice Ferguson, is Dad's mistress, which makes Jessica a mistress' daughter. They don't deserve to be treated by him because they're the ones responsible for tearing my family apart. During a family get-together, we play the "Have You or Haven't You" game. When it's my turn, I confidently say, "I've been treated by Nathan. You haven't." Jessica smiles and pulls out a medical report from her pocket. "Sorry, Cassie. You've lost." Nathan's signature is penned on the report. As I clutch the medical report, I

Now I just had to figure out how to pull it off without pissing off Jackson in the process. Footsteps creaked down the stairs. “You’re fidgeting,” Jessa said, appearing at the bottom step in leggings and a loose sweatshirt. Her damp hair was pulled back, and she looked ten times better than yesterday — not fixed, not fine, but like she’d finally taken a deep breath. “Not fidgeting,” I said, straightening. “Thinking.” “That sounds dangerous.” “Usually is.” Jessa grabbed her sneakers from beside the couch, sitting down to tie them. “What are we doing today anyway? You texted me like it was an emergency.”

My… fucking God! Jessica was next. The red crop top came off, revealing her full brown breasts with dark nipples. The short skirt followed, and she stood there bare, legs slightly apart. Her pussy had a neat thatch of dark hair. It was not too thick, just enough to frame the smooth brown lips beneath. God, the hair made her look rawer, more animal, and when she reached down and casually spread herself with two fingers, I saw the wet pink inside already shining. Mmmmmm.

The capital was peaceful tonight, its commercial veins flowing smoothly under the quiet guidance of Jessica’s algorithm. The sound of the glass doors sliding open made me turn my head. Jessica stepped onto the terrace, wearing a simple, flowing white silk robe, her dark hair falling down her back in soft, natural waves. She looked completely relaxed, her face bare of makeup, her eyes reflecting the silver light of the crescent moon above. She didn't say a word; she simply walked straight into my frame, her arms wrapping around my waist as she buried her face against my bare chest.

"Michael, don't you just need money? I have plenty of it!" She drove the car like a madwoman. Consequently, we got into an accident because she failed to brake in time. I carried her on my back for dozens of miles down the mountain roads before losing consciousness at the entrance of the hospital. When I woke up, Dad had already learned that Jessica was actually a rich heiress. He made an excuse and lured her out for a meeting. Then, he drugged both of us and staged a scandal. The media exposed the whole incident to the public, nearly ruining Jessica's reputation.