Jude Bellingham Nude Novels & Stories

It washes through me as I remove my top. Jude reaches for my shorts and undoes my button. I lift my bottom off the mattress as he pulls them down my hips, taking my panties with them. He gets out of his jeans while I unhook my bra. And then he is settling between my legs, his naked body brushing against mine. He takes my hands in his and holds them above my head, pressing into the mattress. “Are you wet?” he asks, his blue eyes looking down at me with a heat that looks like it could set a dry grassland on fire.

After that, he made a huge leap and dropped into the swimming pool with an extremely beautiful pose where not even a splash could be seen. … Bang! Bang! Bang, bang, bang! In another villa, which was not as luxurious as Zidane’s, it was surrounded by expensive barriers to imitate a summer’s day. Instead, the atmosphere within the villa was exactly the same as it was outside, cold with snowflakes falling… Within the villa, there was an upper body which was naked from the waist up which was exuding a hot aura. Any snowflake that fell on that body would very quickly evaporate.

“Send me a photo.” Jubilee had never taken a topless photo of herself, and she’d never thought she would. Yet right then, she wanted to be daring. To do something new. She pulled her tank top off, cupping one of her breasts as she took a few photos from different angles. Her nipples peaked, and she could almost feel Heath’s hands and mouth on them like when he’d touched her that night. She sent the photo and waited for Heath’s response. He swore. “Baby, are you sure you’re a virgin? Because you don’t take photos like one.”

That's my Benny, always the optimist. I sipped my champagne and continued to study the really huge image hanging on the gallery wall. My portrait had been enlarged and printed on canvas for this show. The effect was a bit startling but even so, it was apparent that Benny had talent. For a child of Somali refugees who started with less than nothing in the UK, he knew how to configure a picture. He'd posed me on my back with my head turned to the side, my arm over my breasts and my fingers flared between my legs. He'd wanted my hair splayed out, my legs straight up, and my pussy covered. I'd worn a string thong for the shot, but you couldn't see it. Nothing showed that would classify my image

Kimberly muttered something about vomiting under her breath, while I gawked at Jude, silently wondering how deep his insanity truly ran. “Okay.” He stood to his feet and ripped his t-shirt off. Ink cascaded down hard bands of muscle, coating damn near every inch of his skin. The only open space was right above his heart, a blank canvas itching to be filled. I was just drunk enough to not look away when his pants hit the ground. Ho-ly fuck. Jude, naked as the day he was born, stretched his arms high above his head. His eyes flicked down to my face, then lower to my open mouth. Heat seared my cheeks as I clicked it shut, but it was too late. He’d already noticed.

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I blink, tugging it down to see Jude grinning, bare chest on full display, abs framed in shadows. “Sleep in this,” he says. My mouth goes dry. For one horrifying second, my eyes stay glued to his body, and then heat rushes to my cheeks. I whip my gaze away. “Are you… blushing?” he teases, voice all playful sin. “No,” I snap too quickly. He chuckles, diving onto the bed beside me. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.” I glare at him, but my hands betray me, pulling the shirt over my skin.

Instantly, I start undressing. Once I remove my pants and look up, Jude is nude. His body is solid and chiseled, and his man part is a beautiful sight to behold. Gently, he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist. We start making love, standing before he lies me down on the bed. The room's storm doors were already opened, so the sound of the crashing waves under the moonlight made our lovingmaking even more erotic.

The guy sent me a faceless nude, a Latino guy who looked fit and large, wearing just a little cross on a chain with a hard cock that must have been 8+ inches. Omg, nice, I pulled over and texted him for a while, sent him some pics of my little ass and hole, clean shaven. And I sent pics of my body and face, I'm 5'8 and kinda muscular. He said to me, "I'll pound it and make u suck." I'm gonna refer to him as J.

His hands trundled to his shirt and unhooked his buttons. Belle gasped and said, “What are you doing?” “What I always do.” Belle gulped as his pectorals were revealed. Bruce smirked handsomely at her. “It’s awfully late, did you just get off the plane,” said Belle, trying to change the subject but it didn’t work. “Yes, and I am dear desire of you.” He was standing naked before her. His manhood was bulging in front of her. Belle’s eyes fell upon it.