Kamie Crawford Nude Novels & Stories

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Cameron Flaherty. What is in your head with the way you are ogling at me right now?" His grin only widened. "No scheme, I promise." "Spit it out already!" He held up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright! Only...I was thinking about taking some photographs of you." He paused for a second and added,"Naked." I almost spit my milk back into my cup,nearly choking. "You're crazy," I blurted out finally, my voice, incredulous. "Why would you want to take nude pictures of me?" His face softened, "Because, Serena, I've always wanted to have you where I can look at you and adore you all the time even when we are apart. You’re a work of art you know?"

I kicked the panties aside and sat back on the couch completely naked now my legs slightly spread. Kai grabbed the thick suction cup dildo from the drawer. It was one of my biggest ones, veiny and realistic with a fat head. He stuck it firmly to the coffee table right in front of the camera. “Get on it Luna. Ass up facing the lens first so they can see how wet that cunt already is.” I crawled over on shaky knees, my face burning. “Kai my voice is going to crack, they will hear it,” I said but I still lowered myself over the thick toy.

Elara’s phone screen lit up with a notification that stopped her heart cold. An unknown email address had sent a video file titled “Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret.” Her fingers trembled as she opened it. The footage began playing automatically. There she was, completely naked, riding Jax hard in the Big Sur cabin, her head thrown back in ecstasy while he gripped her hips and thrust up into her. The camera angle was perfect, capturing every explicit detail. Every moan. Every slap of skin. Every creampie he had filled her with.

My breath burns my lungs. I am here, sitting like a criminal. When I am the one who has been destroyed. I lower my eyes to my wrists. The red mark of the handcuffs. The chafed skin. I grit my teeth. Don't cry. Not yet. But it's stronger than me. I tremble. And the tears come. — Damn it… I close my eyes. But it flows anyway. I cry, I cry for real. I am not like her, Cassandre is a manipulator. I cry because I know: I know that I fell into her trap.

What an odd way to go about things. She decided not to take the hand he was offering her. Anxious not to embarrass Cameron too much, Gerald shook his hand instead, at least so he wouldn’t be left hanging there. “Haha! Who would have thought: Gerald Crawford, the renowned tramp of our year, back in high school… reviled and loathed everywhere he went…” Cameron went on. “Who could have possibly imagined that he might have caught himself such a ravishing beauty of a girlfriend?” As he said this, he shot a meaningful look at one of the other guys back at his table.

The scream of pleasure and the way Camille bucked her hips was enough to tell him he had found her G-spot and he didn’t hold back in teasing it, turning Camille into a writhing moaning mess beneath him. Camille was desperate for release, her whole body buzzing as her core tightened. Her skin was glowing in the early morning sun from a sheen of sweat and her cheeks were flushed with exertion. To Kal she looked stunning as she writhed and squealed in pleasure. “I need you to relax a little bit.” Kal spoke up, releasing his hold on the female’s hips to cup her cheek. “I’m going to add another finger.”

Her expression looked disgusted that the man touching her wasn't the pick of the litter. "A Beta who was good enough to f*ck last night," Jeremiah released with a sly grin. He rested his weight back on his two elbows and looked proud of himself. Cami exited the hot tub, her breasts, which now I realized were probably surgically enhanced, dripping with water. She sat down next to Prince August and asked him for a towel to dry off and he narrowed his eyes.

This was pure possession. Kamara watched, breath caught, as he tore at the button of his jeans. His fingers fumbled to unlock the buttons before he shoved the denim down his hips just enough, and his cock sprang free, thick and flushed. It was beautiful, just like Kamara had always imagined whenever he wore only shorts. She had looked at that part of him more times to count, and it was the main character in her masturbation every damned time. “Look at me,” he commanded in a rough voice.

Perfect timing. The laptop screen lit up my dark bedroom like a secret window into Calvin’s dorm. His camera was angled low, giving me the perfect view of his naked body sprawled across his bed, broad shoulders, defined abs glistening with sweat, and that thick, veined cock already rock-hard in his fist. “Fuck, Di… you look so good like that,” he groaned, voice low and rough through the speakers. “Show me everything, baby. Spread those pretty legs wide.”