John Saxon Nude Novels & Stories

Sophie arrived early, as always. The training yard was still dewy, the sun not yet hot, but already Jax and Johnny were working up a sweat. Both shirtless, both carved from hours of combat and conditioning. Johnny’s strength was all bulk and brute, but Jax,Jax was sculpted perfection. Sophie’s eyes betrayed her, lingering on the defined lines of his abdomen, the sharp taper of his hips, the deep V that drew down to the waistband of his pants.

Jaxon and I face my friends, who gape in astonishment when they recognize Jaxon. “Holy crap!” Sophia mutters, surprised as she runs her gaze across my husband in his low-rise jeans. His muscled chest and sculpted abs are quite impressive. “You’re…you’re Jaxon Maxwell?” Sophia mumbles out. Sage doesn’t say a word, but from the way her face pales, I know that she’s troubled.

Completely naked now, she felt exposed under his intense stare. “Fuck, you’re even better in person,” Jaxon groaned, palming his obvious erection through his sweatpants. “Sit back on the couch. Legs wide open. I want a clear view of that pretty pussy.” Mia obeyed, spreading her thighs until she was fully on display. The laptop camera captured everything. Jaxon’s eyes flicked between her and the screen. “Touch yourself. Same way you do for your fans. But this time, you keep your eyes on me.”

There were tons of imported shower gels and shampoos, neatly and orderly arranged, as well as some unpronounceable imported men's cosmetics. Jenna filled the bathtub with water and tested the temperature. Then she brought in a set of pajamas that he usually wore. When she turned around and was about to go out, Hansen walked in. "Ah!" Jenna screamed and hurriedly turned her back. He actually walked in naked. His muscles were strong and lean, his skin was fairer than a woman's, and he stood tall in front of her. Even Jenna, who had seen his body twice, couldn't help but take a second look at him. This guy was truly God's favorite, with almost all the best aspects a man could have in him.

Chapter Six: Mine to Protect, Mine to Ruin 11:45 A.M. Punishment. Cain shoved Saxon down onto the desk. The wood groaned beneath them. “Hands flat.” Saxon obeyed, breathless. Cain ripped his joggers down. No prep. No lube. Just spit and fury and the sharp edge of jealousy turned into pure, sexual violence. He shoved two fingers into Saxon, twisting, stretching. Saxon moaned, “Fuck—”

I murmured and gave him a forced smile. Jaxon sat on my bed and leaned backwards on his elbows. He had on a white shirt, unbuttoned at the collar and paired with a pair of brown breeches. His black hair that was usually held up with sticks or tied with bands, flowed down his back. His hair was were wet at the ends, indicating that he'd just taken a bath. In this position, the sunlight spilled like warm honey over his face. Jaxon was squinting against the light and smiling up at me, and it was hard to stay angry at him this way.

Innocent enough, but the way he asked made it feel like more. Ella: Old t-shirt and shorts. Nothing exciting. Why? What're you wearing, gym rat? Jax: Black tank and shorts. But the tank's coming off. Too hot. A photo popped up: him in front of a locker room mirror, tank halfway over his head, abs on full display — eight-pack rippling, sweat tracing the V-line disappearing into his low-hanging shorts. Bulging biceps flexed, that half-smile on his face like he knew exactly what this would do to me.

“You’re just pissed she didn’t fall for the photo shoot trick.” “No I’m not. Trust me. I’ll get a naked picture of her eventually.” He waved Jaxon's comment away. “Damn, did you see that sensational ass of hers?” Jaxon had more than seen it. He had been thinking about the possibilities that nice cushion could provide him. Bent over his yacht’s kitchen counter and her legs spread open ranked the highest of his thoughts. Taking her from behind in his Jacuzzi was another. Then there were the many whipped cream images that danced in his head. He couldn’t figure out where on her body he would put the cream first, but he damn sure knew he'd enjoy licking it off.

“Thanks, dad, for holding everything together while we’re gone, we should be back Sunday night.” “No problem son, just go find your mate and try to have a good time.” He gives me a slap on the back, and I climb inside, and low and behold John is already strapped into his seat and ready to go. “Finally, Jax, let’s get out of here.” “Yea, yea man I know, I’m here so we can go now. Fuck man don’t get your panties in a twist.” “I don’t wear panties man, half the time dude I don’t wear anything, it’s easier for the ladies.” This dude I swear has no filter.

Boxer briefs. "Ughhhh… yes… yes, Daddy… fuck that big fat cock in my tight cunt." a high pitched breathless female voice yelled. Begging. I gasped. My eyes glued to the obscene sight before me. Silas had a woman beneath him. She was sprawled naked. Her arms were wrapped around his neck. Her fingers were digging into his flesh as he moved. Silas was bare. In all of his glory. Thick thighs. Arms. Rounded waist. Not a single tattoo in sight. But did it work out?