Kate Mara Nude Scenes Novels & Stories

Then, Kate took her clean clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Arriving in the bathroom, Kate leaned on the edge of the large bathtub and closed her eyes. However, she still imagined the scene where she was pulled by Jack into the bathtub. "Ah, it's a good thing he's an impotent man. Otherwise, it could have been dangerous. We could have been making love in the bathtub."

James ducked as Marco flung the documents right back at him. The folder burst open as it hit the edge of the table, and a small envelope slipped free. Nude photos scattered across the floor like fallen leaves, every image clearer than the last. Marco’s breath caught in his throat. His heart thudded, disbelief and dread pounding in his ears. With trembling hands, he reached down and began picking up the photographs one by one. Each image stabbed at him like a knife. There was Katleah—bare, exposed… vulnerable. In another picture, a faceless man pressed his mouth against her neck, his features hidden but his intentions unmistakable. Another showed her lying on a bed, eyes closed, completely un

Before I know it, I’m fully hard, harder than ever and I slam myself into her pussy. “Oh, Goddess. Yes, Alpha. Just like that!” Her moans pull my attention away from the memory of my mate’s scent. I grab her hair and push her face closer to the mattress to help muffle her voice. I close my eyes and transport back to the beach. Each crash of the wave is matched with a thrust of my hips. Before I know it, I’m on the brink of cumming. I continue to fuck Mara and she is loving it. Her juices are coating my dick and my upper thighs. I feel myself about to cum and I quickly pull out and shoot my load across her ass cheeks. I’m breathing heavy as I back away from the bed. Mara collapses on her bed

The Alpha’s shaft shot his s*men inside his boxer shorts. As if she lost all of her strength, Maxine knelt down while her thighs were trembling as she sat on the floor that was pooled with a mix of water and her juices. "Ahhhh," she breathed. Adam opened his eyes and looked at the girl sitting on the ground. He felt his sword regain its strength and its previous vigor. But instead of her hand, Adam knows he wants to feel her tight walls around his beastly c*ck.

I pick her up again, sitting with her on my lap, hoping my presence will ease some of her despair. “The Goddess is feeling particularly cruel this week, isn’t she?” Kahn says as he retrieves a bottle of water for me, and a whiskey for himself. “Do you want me to take her-” Kahn starts, but is cut off by Mara who screams and arches her back -“oh fuck, no, maybe not.” “Yeah, she’ll fall from your arms.” Mara whimpers and fights inside the confines of her blanket. Even Kahn winces and his bright blue eyes flash red. “What is she seeing?” he asks.

His lips curled up in a smirk and he nodded. “The pleasure is all mine, Kate.” He said, backing away from her to get something. “Settle on the seat and I’ll you how to pass the test.” Kate obeyed his orders and sat down. She watched him pull up his laptop and played a video. It’s a porn video where a lady where satisfying herself. “First of all. You need to strip.” Shakily, Kate rose to her feet and began to strip. Shirt, Skirt, panties, bra. Her hair nearly covered her bumpy nipples but Alex moved over and gathered it behind her back. His hands roamed over her tits, making Kate’s skin to be covered with bumps.

The space was cramped—barely enough room to breathe—but that only made it hotter. Mara kept her eyes fixed on the projector screen where a grainy black-and-white photo of Sylvia Plath stared back at the room. She tried to look attentive. Normal. Bored, even. Under the desk, Sage was anything but bored. She had already tugged Mara’s leggings and black cotton boyshorts down just far enough—mid-thigh—so the fabric bunched at her knees like shackles. Mara’s pussy was exposed, already slick from the anticipation that had been building since Sage texted her at 8:47:

“I don’t know if you know this, but my youngest sister is a bit…” “Evil?” supplied Liam. “Naughty,” was Mari’s reply. I could confirm that Kate was naughty, but not in the sense Liam and Mari were talking about. My trousers tightened as memories flooded my brain. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and I took a long drink of my beer in the hope that it’d cool my horniness. But all I could see was Kate taking my cock in her small hand, stroking me from root to tip, her tongue swirling around the crown—

“She makes my mouth water.” “Mine too,” Manuela cooed as she gently caressed Grace’s thighs. “Her pussy looks delicious.” Marika’s head was spinning. It was the first time she had ever seen her mother fully naked. Her mouth dried up as she kneaded her mother’s jiggling tits meat. “Stop it, Marika!” her mother gasped. “Don’t do this! It’s wrong!” “No it isn’t,” Marika sighed. “I’ll prove it.” She lowered her head and flicked her tongue over her mother’s pussy clits.

Mara dropped into the window seat like her body weighed a thousand pounds. Three straight days of workshops, crisis calls, holding other people’s pain until her own felt numb. She needed these five hours. Just noise in her ears and nothing else. She pulled out her phone, plugged in her headphones, and opened the playlist. The private one. No title. Forty-seven tracks of the stuff she never let anyone see. Women moaning loud and broken, filthy commands, wet sounds, her own breathy voice in a few recordings where she’d touched herself and whispered every dirty thing she wanted but never asked for out loud.