Kelly Grayson Nude Novels & Stories

“You know what good boys like him do for fun?” It’s not lost on me that he refers to Grayson like he’s some kid, but I’m distracted by his long fingers disappearing into his pocket and returning with a cellphone. He messes around with the screen for a couple of seconds before putting it in front of me. A video plays and I watch in horror as a familiar scene unfolds. It’s Grayson’s hotel room from earlier this week. I’m underneath him, dressed in a pink camisole and black mom jeans. My hands are in his dyed white hair and his knees are between my thighs that are wrapped around his waist.

Kelly's eyes were had a glow like lust as she looked at Stephanie's nearly naked body. Stephanie trembled as her lover looked at her. She was only wearing a black lace bra that clearly showed her now hardening nipples, and the high heels. She felt her pussy throb and grow wet. "Mmmm, no panties", Kelly teased. "You're a naughty girl." She brought a trembling finger to Stephanie's pussy and felt the wetness. With great will power she moved her finger away. Kelly untied the sash on her robe and let it fall open. She was naked underneath with only her stockings and heels on. The sexy blonde reached up and unhooked her friend's bra, letting it fall to the floor. She took Stephanie into her arms

Her pussy appreciated the cinematic masterpiece at least. Grayson was getting so fucking predictable, following the same pattern really, appearing in her room when most God fearing folks were asleep. Fresh and clean, in his collection of cashmere robes and slippers, and with his dick like morning wood. Well, nightly wood more accurately. Boring. Had Grayson boy beat off in the shower to images of Courtney? To her perfect white skin, bleached asshole, and flawless body?

I whisper as tears rolled down my face, "I want to touch you. Please." Gray stopped for a second and watched me with a frown. It was like as if a flash of sympathy ran past his eyes as he watched my tears fall down from my face. Those tears were from the immense pleasure I felt from all of this. That's all. Gray went to untie the rope and as soon as he did, my hands released into freedom. I whimper as my hands began to travel all over his body before they reached his back. Gray moaned into my ears when I caressed his back however, when he continued to thrust harder and faster than before. My finger nails dig into his skin as I dragged them down.

“So is that a yes?” Grayson exhales slowly. “If Leo wants to do it, I’ll be there.” Hanna gasps. “Really?” He nods once. “But no ridiculous poses.” I grin wider. “No shirtless calendar shots?” Jamie chokes. “Please stop.” Hanna laughs nervously. Grayson points at me. “You’re the worst.” “You love it.” He shakes his head, but he’s smiling, and that does something to me I don’t even try to hide anymore.

The phone began its trek around the group, each one surprised at Kelly's brazenness and the eroticism of the photo. Kelly was on her knees on the bed, nude, her red hair was splayed across one shoulder and across her back. Brigitte was behind her, her eyes visible just above Kelly's gorgeous rump, her nose seemingly pressed into Kelly's supple flesh. One arm was visibly coming up and pulling a bit of red hair, drawing Kelly's face upwards. Her eyes were closed and mouth open in a look of pure ecstasy. The photo made her feel very sexy, and she was very proud of it. "Wow," Marie said, handing the phone back.

“Who, Kelly?” “Oh, so that’s Kelly,” I say, my tone accusatory. The puzzle pieces in my brain click together- Hannah mentioned a girl named Kelly that night in the dining hall. My instincts about that waitress were spot-on. Gray shakes his head. “She’s just a member of my pack.” “And Judd’s just a friend, another trainee. Come on, Gray, do we really have to do this?” “Looked like he wanted to be more than friends,” he grumbles.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

I put my arms around his neck, and make our kisses deeper, after that I removed his polo and throw it at the corner. I next his pants and immediately unbuckle it, then pulled it down using my feet. When he's completely naked in top of me and already felt his warm body, I rip my own clothes to exposed my breast. Even though that clothe is my working clothes, which I have to replaced it tomorrow. Grayson's kisses traveled down to my neck and down in to my shoulder. He left a kiss mark, a mark that represents I am only his and no one can claim me as theirs. Gray open my legs wider and stood between me without letting go of my lips.

Ever since she got married and became Less available for chats and night outs, Kelly had not been herself. Cassandra could only pray and hope she found a man who would love her entirely as Frank loved her. She moved closer when her eyes met the worst possible scene ever. They were making out Kelly was half naked with her hands fighting the belt of Frank. While his mouth sucked her tits out of milk,