Joel Kinnaman Nude Novels & Stories

He doesn't even need to touch me, and I'm already getting ready to come. "Honey, if you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to explode before I even get inside you." I grin and let my eyes travel down his body again. "I can't help it if I like what I see." Joel shakes his head and kneels down on the blanket. He pulls me up and removes my shirt and bra. I see him swallow as he stares at my breasts. I lay down and raise my bottom so he can remove my skirt and panties. Once we're both naked, we just stare at each other for a few seconds. He's right. I'm glad that this is new for both of us. We'll be each others first for everything.

Antonio added. "Inform me when his ship will land on shore and ask our men to turn ship into different direction." Damien instructed. "OK sir." Antonio then went to complete his task. Damien looked at the photographs. There was a woman in a sapphire blue gown holding the arms of a smiling man who was wearing blue tuxe. On each side there stood two boys wearing the same tuxe as the big man. The boy on left had a cold, expressionless face while the one on left had a naughty smile.

A soft moan slipped out before I could stop it. I bit my lip, eyes fluttering closed, chasing that edge, faster now, thighs trembling. So close. So damn close. Then I looked up. Knox was standing outside the window. Just beyond the glass, shirtless, swim trunks low on his hips, moonlight carving shadows across every ridge of muscle. Arms at his sides. Eyes locked on me. On my hand moving between my legs. On the way my chest heaved, robe gaping open, breasts spilling free.

But instead Jonah and John were sinuous, rotating their hips, smiling at me wickedly as they removed the rest of their clothes until they were dressed in nothing but Speedos. And that made me gasp because their packages were huge, truly massive in size. I could see Jonah’s tip poking out from the top of the banana hammock, glistening slightly, the head a deep purple, and John’s prick was wrapped around his waist like a snake in a blanket, ready to spring. My mouth grew suddenly dry and I was unable to speak, unable to do anything except watch with mesmerized eyes.

CASSANDRA The day opens like a wound: clean, cold, beyond redemption. The neon lights hum overhead like flies that refuse to die. I rise before the alarm can summon me. The others are still asleep, heads pressed against their pallets, breaths uneven and heavy. I leave the cell in silence, the way one slips out of a church in the middle of Mass without disturbing the devotion. Rina is already waiting near the door. She smiles at me from the corner of her mouth, the way someone smiles at a bet already won.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

I stepped in front of the window at exactly 9 on the dot. The red silk robe smooth against my skin, the hem brushing my mid-thigh. My nipples were already so hard they ached, pressing visibly against the thin fabric. Across the street, Room 1212 glowed like a night club. Jonah stood in the center, shirtless, his gray sweatpants slung so low I could see the deep V cutting, lined with veins into his pants. One hand held his phone, the other was wrapped around the thick base of his cock, stroking slowly, giving it deliberate pulls.

She shook her head with a teasing smile, denying him. He toyed with the exposed nípple, then carefully pulled the cord of her top loose. The piece fell aside, leaving Vivienne bare beneath the bubbling water. Cameron submerged his head, lapping and teasing her nípples, and she moaned softly, shifting slightly and realizing he, like the rest of us, was completely naked. “What the hell, Cameron?” she asked. “Where is your suit?” “About that,” he said casually. “We went jungle style.”

His torso was exactly how I remembered it from last night, but in full daylight, it was almost obscene. Sun-kissed skin stretched over hard muscle. Shoulders broad, arms cut and veined, that V-shaped line on his hips leading down beneath the waistband of low-slung swim shorts that left nothing to imagination. There was still a sheen of sweat clinging to him. And my mind flashed, unbidden to the last time I’d seen him like that. Which was last night. On his knees. Between my legs. My face flushed hot. Knox didn’t stop moving. He walked to the edge of the pool, eyes still fixed on mine, and dipped one foot in. Then the other. He descended into the water with a lazy sort of grace, his smirk nev

Kane asks to Joenabell while his half body is exposed. *OH MY GOD! WHY YOU LOOK LIKE A MEAL IN BED KANE!* Joenabell looks so astonished at her father's display of the body. She drools over his body. "Mo-mommy! Why daddy sleep half-naked?" Joenabell points at her father Kane's abs. "Why not? Joenabell? I feel comfortable sleeping like this," Kane simply answers his daughter's question without any malice, but for Joenabell it is something she did not know and it is blessing her sight.