Kai Symone Nude Novels & Stories

Kai stood right behind me, his big hands gripping my hips to “correct my form.” “Fuck, Zara,” he growled, his voice low and rough. “Your ass looks incredible when you squat like that.” I pushed back against him, feeling the massive bulge in his shorts pressing against me. “Then stop talking and do something about it, Kai.” He didn’t hesitate. In one swift motion, he yanked my leggings and thong down to my knees, exposing my bare, dripping pussy. He dropped to his knees behind me and buried his face between my cheeks, licking me from clit to ass in one long, hungry stroke.

"Okay. Do you want on-location or at the studio set?" Ingrid couldn't hide her excitement. "On-location sounds nice." Cade turned to Noah, who was behind him, with a grin. "Noelani, do you want a new nude photo?" Ingrid looked at her boss. "You have a nude photo, sir?" she asked, smiling. "I wasn't nude," Noah said, embarrassed, narrowing his eyes at Cade. "Why did I let you guys convince me back then?” "He was wearing skimpy swimwear," Cade told Ingrid. "The picture is on my I*******m; do you want to see it?"

Right now, I’m in the house gym, working out. Ava: Working out at night? Kai: Yeah, night’s good for everything. It helps me focus and think too. Before I can reply, a photo pops up on my screen. I bite my bottom lip, staring at the photo. It’s him, but without his face. The image is cropped just below his chest. I see his torso, a black shirt lifted up showing off his defined abs, so perfect. The elastic band of his Calvin Klein underwear peeks above a pair of black sweatpants, tied loosely at the waist.

Kai flipped her onto her hands and knees and took her ass right there on the deck—long, deep strokes that had her screaming his name into the open ocean. Later, snorkeling turned filthy. Underwater kisses led to him fingering her while they floated. Back on the boat, he bent her over the railing and fucked her hard from behind, the risk of distant boats watching only heightening the thrill. That evening, they attended a resort luau. Sophia wore a short sundress with nothing underneath. Kai’s hand stayed on her thigh during the show, fingers teasing higher until they slipped inside her. She came quietly at the dinner table, biting her lip while fire dancers performed.

My eyes met the rest of the witches, who all gave me warm and inviting smiles. “Come, it is time,” Kaede says and walks into the forest, Kai’s brothers following suit. When I look at Kai, I feel that string pull taut again at the sight of him; bare-chested, wearing nothing but a black pair of loose-fitting pants that end at his calves. The tattoos all over his chest and arms look as if they were made to be there, and his long hair is hanging loose over his shoulders. My mate is so incredibly beautiful; I could stare at him all day and never tire.

Sienna stood at the marble island in tiny sleep shorts and a thin tank top, blending a smoothie while trying to push last night’s confrontation out of her mind. She failed miserably. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Kai’s knee between her thighs and heard his filthy promise. “Morning, princess.” His deep voice behind her made her jump. Kai strolled in wearing nothing but low-hanging gray sweatpants, his sculpted chest and abs on full display. He looked like sin incarnate. Sienna forced herself to sound bored. “Don’t call me that.” Kai came up behind her, reaching for a glass in the cabinet above her head. His body brushed against her back — deliberate, warm, and far too close. She fe

Chapter 3 Luna’s POV “What the hell are you doing Kai I’m still on the main stream,” I whispered sharply as he killed the game audio and yanked my shorts and tank top off in one rough pull leaving me sitting there on the couch in nothing but my soaked pink panties. My nipples were so hard they ached in the cool air and I could feel my own wetness cooling on my thighs. He did not even answer me at first. He just grabbed his phone and started filming close up shots of my body like he was some professional director.

He tore his eyes away and resumed undressing, keeping his movements unhurried. It wouldn’t do to show impatience. He’d made enough mistakes already. Fucking Kennedy’s daughter this evening hadn’t been in his plans. Only once he was completely naked, he allowed himself to look back at Kaia. Shit. Kaia's shirt had ridden up to her chest, revealing the creamy skin of her stomach, her shapely, strong thighs, and slim, toned legs that were surprisingly long despite her average height. Her wet chanel glistening, while three of her fingers go in and out.

Kai was there, but he wasn’t the preening rock god I was used to seeing on magazine covers. He was sprawled on a huge, custom-built chaise lounge. He wore only a pair of dark sweatpants, and his torso was bare, displaying the kind of sharp, defined musculature that looked like it had been earned through discipline, not just good genetics. But the dominant feature was his left hand.

By Day 23, the “One Month Deal” had turned into pure, delicious torment. Lara was soaked before the call even started. She had been edging herself for hours, following Kai’s earlier instructions — never allowed to cum without permission. At exactly 11 PM, the video call connected. Kai appeared on screen, shirtless, his sculpted chest and tattoos on full display. His eyes immediately darkened with raw hunger. **Kai:** “Show me everything.” Lara stepped back, giving him a full-body view. She wore nothing but black stilettos and deep red lipstick. Her nipples were rock hard, and her inner thighs were already shiny with arousal.