Kim Hunter Nude Novels & Stories

I hear the husky voice of Knight as I open the bathroom door with my towel still around my hips. The girls’ no's follow shortly and After telling him to fuck off ends it. The brother's face drops like a puppy who figured out it couldn't chew a bone yet. Killer comes up the stairs with a remote controller in his left hand and a beer in his right. His leather pants have since been swapped for a jeans and dark blue sweatshirt. He looks half normal, but then it is Killer, he was never meant to be normal. The wrist bands, full sleeves of tattoos and eyebrow piercing is a testament to how true that is.

A few meters away, there is a figure laying still down, its luminous skin that is mixed with earth, dazzles as the morning sun. "I see something." “Hunter and always seeing things. What is it this time?” I ignore their jest and keep walking faster as my leg could carry me, straight to the figure, fully aware of my surrounding should it be another attack. She is naked and vulnerable, lying on her chest, her large round butt in my face and glowing skin full of marks and bruises, what could a lady be doing in the woods? I squat to her level, risking my injured knee. I groan.

He took off his shirt revealing the body of an athlete, the tan and wide torso, toned arms, and hard and defined abs, with that V entrance that invites you to lick every one of this delicious abs packs. Hunter opened his pants and took them off quickly with his underwear, and I couldn’t breathe. Oh my God!!! It won’t fit… There’s no way my sex could dilate and take in a member with that span, I look at this glans and I see sparkling in the shadow of the night the slivery of his piercing, a Prince Albert shinning and equally ostentatious. Hunter seems to notice my worry and holds my hand so I could lie on bed, making me calm while he hovers my body with his.

It was so hot in here. “Now can you believe that I’m not going to take advantage of you?” His scoff turned into a breathy pant. “There’s nothing on your body, nothing covering your perfect skin…” His eyes dropped to my boobs. I covered them. He cleared his throat and said, “Carl is a lucky guy.” “Hunter, close your eyes! Anyway, why are you naked? I swear, every time we meet you get naked! It’s almost like you want me to see you undressed.”

At the sound, Scout perked up, letting out a low bark, his small frame tensing as if ready to bolt back to his owner. A blinding flash flooded the room, and I winced, shrinking against the wall as my eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. When I dared to look, I felt my breath catch at the sight of him. He was shirtless, his broad chest lined with a map of scars and dark, twisting tattoos, his jeans riding low on his hips. Shadows played in the hollows of his muscles, his skin taut and tan in the harsh light. His hair was disheveled, falling into his face as though he’d either just left his bed or spent a night dragging his fingers through it. And damn it all—he was stunning.

Only to find myself in a modern, high-tech kitchen. I stopped right when I saw Hunter wearing an apron and NOTHING underneath it. His wide back facing me. He was shirtless. Muscles flexing everywhere. Droplets of sweat were dripping down his veiny arms, making me gulp. I wanted to slap myself for thinking of licking them off his arms and making my way to his neck, then-- Oh my Goddess! Control yourself, Ava! I shook my head aggressively, spun around and was about to march back to the bedroom when Hunter's rough voice rang in the kitchen.

Hunter steps forwards and unzips the black, lace trimmed dress I wore to the funeral and I drop it purposely to my feet, leaving me in nothing but a black lace bra and knickers. He traces his fingers up my arms to my shoulders and pulls my bra straps down before unhooking the clasp at the back letting it fall to the floor with my dress. I turn to him and he instantly cups my breasts and lowers his mouth kissing softly at my nipple. I run my fingers through his hair and throw my head back slightly letting a moan escape my lips. Hunter drops to his knees and hooks one of my legs over his shoulder. He pulls my knickers to the side and buries his face in my folds.

I just realised that I haven't seen them at all. Kim sighed. "A lot of things happened while you were gone," she replied. I furrowed my brows. "What did I miss?" I asked. From the way she looks, it's not good at all. She sighed again. "Jenny was...... Noah spread video and pics of her naked and sleeping with him," she said. My face instantly fell. My goodness. What is wrong with that asshole? Why would he do such a thing to her? "Where is she now?" I asked.

I couldn't tell how much time I spent sitting down there naked, staring into space as the p**n played on, but after a while, Hunter came back downstairs, looking all refreshed and smelling so nice. “ You're really still here?” He asked, a faint feeling of disgust laced in his tone, “ look, I don't know if you're trying to promote any form of body positivity or anything, but please put your clothes on, no one wants to see that useless snake in-between your legs that wouldn't just calm down”, he said, reminding me that my dick had refused to relax after he had held onto it. I was still speechless, only looking at him like a child looking at a scary dog.