Kanasiu Nudes Novels & Stories

He should have guessed the doc was nearly married the first time he saw it. Too fucking perfect. No wonder Nathan was clawing to hold on to him. Aiden: I don’t have any nudes. Lukas: Then take one. Sit with your legs spread, hold your cock up for me to see. Lean back and take the pic with your phone between your thighs, angled up. For a moment there was nothing. Lukas almost laughed, ready to call him a coward. Then the three little dots appeared and a picture followed, attached to a single message:

“But I don’t know how to take nudes, what am I supposed to do or wear?” Anna sighed, exasperated and she face-palmed herself. “Are you joking right now because ha ha ha, very funny. Something to wear? It’s a freaking nude, you’re supposed to be naked! N-A-K-E-D,” Anna spelled it out, emphasizing on the ‘D.’ “You’re not gonna wear anything okay or if you don’t feel confident enough, wear a nice lacy underwear then maybe a hand over your nipples. That’s good enough, make it look yum! He’d definitely wanna fuck you even more and ask to meet. Ask him for a nude too, you have to. From the texts I’ve read, he’s giving major big dick energy.”

I quickly turned around to look at the source and explain why I was inside his room. “Kane I brought-" I never got to finish my sentence. All color drained from my face and I froze. There, in the bathroom doorway, stood Kane Wilson shirtless. His wet hair was matted to his forehead. His tight jeans were loosely hung around his waist, all of his eight abs on display. Yes, my dear goodness! Eight and not six! OH MY! I think I'm going to faint! How do you breathe because I don't remember how to breathe!

Master Kane pointed to a low, wide cushion placed directly under a soft spotlight. “Sit down. Legs wide open. Back straight.” Lila obeyed, lowering herself onto the cushion. She spread her thighs, the hem of her skirt riding up until her glistening pussy was fully exposed to the small group. The cool air kissed her wet folds, making her clit throb visibly. Master Kane crouched in front of her, close enough that she could smell his clean, masculine scent. His gaze dropped between her legs without shame. “Look at that pretty little cunt,” he murmured, loud enough for the others to hear. “Already dripping just from being watched. Such a needy girl.”

This isn't foreign inheritance tax, so cut the crap! [20 billion dollars, and they don't even use it for publicity? Some would brag on Facebook even if they only donated twenty bucks. Vinci Rivera is awesome!] [Mr. Kane, I saw someone online post a test video of Luna II. My wife is pestering me for one. Can you name a price and help me convince her to give up?]

His navy t-shirt clung to a rock-hard chest and powerful arms, tattoos peeking from the sleeves. “Clothes are ruined with smoke,” he said, stepping closer. “Off. Now.” Ava’s hands trembled as she let the robe fall. She stood there naked, full breasts heaving, soft belly and wide hips on display, her pussy already slick. Kane’s eyes darkened. “Fuck, look at you. Perfect little thing.” He pulled off his shirt, revealing a chiseled torso covered in dark ink. His pants followed, and Ava’s mouth watered at the thick bulge straining his boxers before he shoved those down too.

Calculated. Soren is just as tall but leaner. Dark hair, sharp cheekbones, pale skin covered in tattoos that disappear under his shirt collar. His eyes have the same amber glow but there's something wilder in them, less contained. They unzip without speaking and their cocks spring out. They’re enormous with visible knots at the base. My pussy floods at the sight because my body has learned what knots do and it wants more. "On your hands and knees, little mate," Kane says. His voice is deep and commanding. "In the middle of the bed."

She locked the door behind her and grinned when she saw me on my knees with my tongue up Kane’s ass. “So this is the campus cock everyone’s talking about,” Reyes said, already unzipping her jeans. “Let’s see if he’s worth the hype.” They made me strip completely. Then both women got naked. Kane pushed me onto my back on the couch in her office. “Eat her ass while I ride you,” she ordered. Reyes straddled my face, lowering her thick ass right on my mouth. I licked and sucked her sweaty asshole while Ms. Kane climbed on my cock reverse cowgirl, sinking down hard. She started bouncing, choking me with one hand while Reyes ground her ass on my tongue.

The salty taste of him filled me, and I hummed in approval, the vibration making him buck his hips. Behind me, Kane shed his clothes, his body a mirror of Kade's—broad shoulders, rippling muscles, and a cock just as impressive. He knelt on the bed, his hands gripping my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. "Such a pretty pussy," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. Then his tongue was there, lapping at me from behind, long, flat strokes that had me moaning around Kade's cock.

In the tight space, we somehow managed to get rid of our clothes and we’re both butt naked. My body arched back, with him positioned between my legs, he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked. A hand supporting my weight, another slipped into his mash of fine black curls, “oh, Kane, Mmm…” “Oh yeah…” He mumbled between breasts, “Oh my goodness…” My cries echoed in the small tent when his finger brushed my wet pussy, “Kane, p-please…oh, Mmm…” I was expecting him to slip a finger inside my pussy, but he didn’t.