Katherine Justice Nude Novels & Stories

His other hand cupped her ass, squeezing the firm globe, fingers digging in as he lifted her slightly. Katherine stood on wobbly legs, her hands trembling as she untied the halter fully, letting the dress slide off her body like a shed skin. It pooled at her feet before she tossed it into the shadows, standing naked and vulnerable before him, her skin glowing in the screen's flicker. She climbed onto his lap, positioning herself over his cock and sank down slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried deep inside her clenching heat. A shared groan filled the room as she began to move, bouncing with increasing fervor, her back arching to thrust her breasts forward. They jiggled enticingly right i

ETHAN. “What do you have to say?” I asked. Katherine was in front of me, looking weak. She had requested to see me through a bodyguard, he brought a letter to me from her. I had no option but to allow her to come see me. She had been there for days without food or water. Chloe stood up, naked, and then she walked over to her dress and picked it up. She was beautiful, her body was beautiful and smooth, and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

That's what a normal person would've done. I didn't move. Katherine's eyes stayed locked on mine, reading every flicker on my face. "You're not embarrassed," she said quietly. "You're fucking starving for it." The word hit me like a slap between the legs. "I am," I said, and my voice came out hoarse, wrecked. "Then come here," she told me. I hesitated maybe half a second, then stepped into the room. Katherine slid off the bed, completely naked, not a shred of self-consciousness, and walked straight to me. When she reached me she lifted one hand, cupped my face gently, thumb brushing my lower lip.

They were entirely defenseless. Door of the bunker suddenly groaned aloud, throwing open with a harsh, metallic screech. A single figure stepped into the dim light of the vault. It was Katherine. She looked entirely unrecognizable from the elegant, proud noblewoman who had sat at the head of the Alonso dining table a few hours prior. Her expensive crimson dress was shredded at the bottom, dragged through the mountain mud and stained with black ash. Her right wrist, shattered by Oscar Wayne, was crudely wrapped in a dirty piece of cloth, hanging limply against her side.

Katherine finally and gradually pulled out of her shell as she threw her head back, enjoying my ministrations on her body. With her head thrown back, her breasts pressed forward, her lips parted and despite the bruises on her wrists that were still healing and the faded yellow bruises that played peekaboo with me in those moments when her dress shifted to reveal her skin...in that moment she was still the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. In fact, she was even more beautiful to me with the bruises on her body because they told a tale of a woman who had gone through hell and back but was still fighting.

she purrs. I run my hands down the length of her curvy body and bring them to a stop at her chest before running my thumbs over her taut nipples. Her back arches, and she lets out a soft gasp, then she tilts her neck, baring her nape to me. “What the fuck, Priest?!” Katherine asks and jumps to her feet, horrified at what I am about to do. “I’m having my dinner as well; now sit the fuck down before I exchange her for you,” I say, watching as her already pale face grows paler now that she knows what’s about to happen.

She hesitated a lot before agreeing to her crazy friends' requests. Katherine was dressed in a black knee length dress with a single sleeve reaching her wrist while leaving her other hand almost bare. The dress hugged every curve of her body. She had left her hair open and wore a black stilettos, which made her legs looks endlessly long. Hudson picked her up to the night club. She notices that he was smirking at her secretly. "What's wrong? Why are you smiling like a maniac?" She asked, checking herself in the dashboard mirror.

She had been out for almost four hours, long enough for me to bring her here, strip her completely, and bind her spread-eagle to the bed. Her wrists and ankles were locked in padded leather cuffs, her beautiful body stretched out and completely vulnerable. Her auburn hair fanned across the pillow, and her full breasts rose and fell with each slow breath. She looked like a goddess laid out for sacrifice. Katherine stirred. Her eyelids fluttered. A soft groan escaped her lips as awareness returned. Her green eyes opened, confusion clouding them for a moment before they widened in pure shock. She stared at the walls, taking in every photograph of herself. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out

"Just relax and enjoy it. After this, you'll want me every night." Her hands were now sliding down the front of his pants, and Aiden felt dirty and cheap. His head hurt and his feet struggled to shake her off him. Vee knelt in front of him, her fingers fumbling to free Aiden's flaccid member. His hands went to her head and gripped her hair hard, pulling her head off him. "No," he uttered. "Ahhh! I’ve always known you like it rough, Aiden," she giggled. Aiden's office door suddenly burst open and in walked a grinning Katherine holding her basket or treats in one hand and using the other to fling open her cloak, revealing a sexy red lace lingerie.

I said as I played with her hair. Geez, I still couldn't help but think that everything that happened between us was a dream. One that just a tiny pinch would wake me up from. Katherine’s lips curled into a smirk. “Let them.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “Who are you and what did you do to the Katherine I know? You never loved being reckless. You don't want people gossiping about us. You've never wanted that." Her expression faltered for a brief second, but then she sat up, stretching her arms above her head, completely unbothered by her nakedness. She was breathtaking, even more so in moments like this; unguarded, wild, completely unapologetic.