Kinsley Wyatt Nude Novels & Stories

Nathanial crouches beside me, taking the knife from my hand, and he presses the tip beneath Flynns’ chin. “Don’t worry, it will all be over shortly. I bet you thought you had won the fucking lottery after my girl turned 18, didn’t you?” He grabs Flynns’ greasy hair and yanks his head back. Flynn smiles, showing off his blood-stained teeth with his eyes glistening under the white light dangling from the ceiling. “I’ve seen her naked many times and jerked myself off to the images embedded in my mind. She has a mole just under her left breast and-”

he asked as he lifted his right hand and cupped my left breast. I was quite blessed at the front, and I remembered correctly, Wyatt loved my boobs. He rose and then made me sit on his desk with my fitted black skirt hiked up. Without being instructed, I spread my thighs apart, giving him a fine view of the pink cheekster lace underwear I was wearing. He shrugged off his suit jacket, letting it drop on the luxurious chair behind him. Then he palmed my clothed crotch while using his left hand to undo the remaining buttons on his shirt.

I was grateful the salon girl threw in some sunglasses cause it was bright as hell out here. I started to make my way around, looking for an old man sitting in a chair. I gasped when I noticed a couple women were topless. Nobody seemed to care, but I sure did! I snatched a glass of champagne from a waiter and threw it back. I was in for a long fucking day. After what seemed like an eternity I found Wyatt, sprawled out on a lounge chair in just a speedo. Holy … fuck. He really had no business in a speedo but I guess when you’re filthy rich everyone will lie and tell you that you look hot.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

Are you kidding me? “You’re perfect with or without ink.” I gulped to see him completely naked. He was magnificent, better than any male model I’d seen in the magazines. And this one in front of me was real. No makeup. No Photoshop. No lights. In raw and flesh—a living male model in a post-apocalyptic world. Colt was ripped in every angle my eyes could see. Kneeling down between my thighs, he spread them. “You’re beautiful, twig. So beautiful that I had to stand there for a minute and watched you naked in my bed and at the same thinking why did I deserve you.” He caressed my cheeks with his callous thumbs.

I pulled back, cheeks pressing into the glass for a quick look. Then I saw them, Kennedy and that nitwit, completely naked. At first it looked innocent like they just needed to wash after practice. But then I watched them, rubbing their cocks together, water pouring over them from the shower. Kevin’s hands on their cocks rubbing and romancing them all over each other. His gaze locked on Kennedy whose lips were parted. Their thick veiny cocks sliding and grinding together, fat heads leaking precum, shafts throbbing hot and slick under the wate

She was so wet it slid in easy, but still filled her nicely. “Fuck” Nolan muttered, voice rough. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing hard muscle, old scars, and a trail of hair leading down. His cock sprang free when he shoved his pants down — thick and heavy, already leaking at the tip. Ryder stripped faster, yanking off his hoodie and jeans. His long cock bobbed as he kicked his clothes aside, eyes glued to where the toy disappeared inside her. He stroked himself once, slow, like he couldn’t help it.

“Is there a bathroom here?” Chad gave me a strange look as he unbuttoned his jeans, getting them off in a swift motion. I looked away again, letting out a shaky breath. A smirk arose on his lips the moment he caught onto my discomfort. “What? Are you shy, Alex? Is my body making you conscious?” he teased. I clicked my tongue. “Definitely not yours,” I muttered, making him frown. I turned away, but that was clearly a bad decision. What came into my view was Wyatt, clad only in his underwear. His body was like that of a Greek God’s, sculpted to perfection. It actually felt unfair that someone was built like that.

Tony opens our door and I go in first, pulling my shirt off as he locks the door. I know how to get the truth from my mate, and I plan to. “That’s fine,” I unhook my bra and let it fall to the ground. Tony comes to rush me, and I hold my hands up. “You get these and this,” I remove my pants and panties, “when you explain Zach’s over reaction to Krista waiting to use Lynn.” Tony is staring at my naked body, drooling. So easy.

Getting completely naked seemed like a good idea at the time, but as I lay here on my back, buck naked, staring up at the ceiling as stiff as a board, I can't help but feel self-conscious. “Hey.” Wyatt says gently, stretching out beside me. “Hey.” I turn my head to look at him. “You already regretting your impulsive decision?” He smiles at me gently and I can't help the rush of emotion I feel. This guy is just so dang perfect. “A little.” I admit. “Not because I don't want to- you know.. I just, I feel self-conscious laying here like this.” “I think it's sexy as hell, you laying there like that.” Wyatt says. “I want to touch you, but I'm going to go slow. You set the pace, I'll follow.”