Kristin Elise Nude Novels & Stories

Even in the dim dungeon light, I could see what they showed. Elise and Drake. Together. In the first photo, they were standing on a balcony, wine glasses in their hands. Drake's arm was around Elise's waist, and she was leaning into him like she belonged there. The second showed them kissing. It wasn't a gentle kiss or a forced one. It was passionate, desperate, the kind of kiss that spoke of desire and surrender. The third was worse. They were in what looked like Drake's bedroom, and Elise was wearing a white nightgown. Drake's hands were in her hair, and she was looking up at him with something that might be love.

she says. "I still don't want to, you know, do anything but it feels weird to be the only one naked," Kristina says, sitting cross-legged on the bed much like Lauren did when we watched the videos. In this position Kristina's thin pussy lips are spread open and I'm almost drooling. I realize I've missed running my hands through her light blonde pubic hair and stroking her delicate pussy. "The video, Brandon," Lauren laughs, drawing my attention from Kristina's pussy. Lauren sits next to Kristina making the view on the bed even more enticing.

He served two glasses of champagne, handed her one, then reclined against the desk and watched. Élise set the glass aside untouched. Slowly, she unknotted the belt. The trench coat fell from her shoulders and pooled at her feet. Beneath, she wore nothing but black lace: a bra that scarcely contained her full breasts, a thong cut high on the hips, garter straps framing smooth thighs. She turned, giving him her back, and reached behind to unhook the bra. It fell away. Her breasts were heavy, nipples already tight from the cool air or anticipation. She cupped them, lifted, and offered. Then let her hands glide down her sides, over the arch of her waist, hooking thumbs into the thong.

Elise lowered the gun and looked down at herself, irked to the core to be in such a predicament. "Oh, come on. You look beautiful and ravishing and don't you dare comment on the dress." Kai raised his voice when Elise was about to retort. "It suits you and it suits the mission we are going on. Remember your duties, Elise." "Why do I have to dress up like this? Can't I just go in my work clothes?" Again she pulled down her short black dress, ignoring Kai's admiring eyes on her back. Added to the fact that it was backless, it even had a split on her left thigh and any careless movement, she would be showing her thong to the world. Thank God, she did not have to go commando. Otherwise, Elise wa

Turning back to Elise, he added, “Let me show you that painting I was speaking to you about earlier.” She smiled, made her excuses to the senator, and took his arm. When they were out of earshot, she said, “Do I know you?” “No, but you will.” “Aren’t you a slick one?” Elise sipped her champagne, her red lipstick making a print on the rim of the glass. With her honey-blond hair in loose ringlets down her back, her dress simple and black but with an open back, she looked like a siren. She practically dripped with diamonds, and with every movement, she sparkled.

A man stood there, wearing a shameless smile as he looked at her. Elise frowned, slipped off her gardening gloves, and fixed a sharp stare on the man who had just trespassed into her home without permission. When he made no move to approach her, Elise stepped closer instead. She rolled her eyes when she realized his gaze was not on her face, but on her tank top that clearly outlined her nipples. Elise had deliberately gone without a bra while at home. “What do you want, Nol?” Elise crossed her arms over her chest, standing in her usual intimidating posture.

The private room's door had flown open. I looked toward the doorway to see a face so gorgeous that it seemed to suck the air out of the room. The woman wore a black coat over straight-cut dress slacks that showed off her long legs. They were paired with a fitted white V-neck shirt that elongated her slender neck. Her high ponytail and those exquisite features carried a cool edge, making her look spirited and dashing. Everyone froze for a few seconds as the woman, Elise, strode straight up to me, looking me in the eyes the whole time. Then, her gaze flicked to the lyrics on the screen. "Who did you finally learn to love?"

His rough hands skimmed across the flimsy material of her one piece bikini causing tingles on her skin and nipples. Elise groaned and allowed her hands to roam around his bare chest and shoulders. She was not prepared for what he did as Carl tore through the material and blew a hot breath on one nipple before lowering his mouth to suck it and tingles of electricity shot from there to her spine to her clit. She gasped at him, and tried to remove his head because of the intense sensation she was feeling.

Adrian reached out, took the damp cotton between two fingers, brought them to his nose, inhaled once—deliberately—then set them on the desk like evidence. “Sit on the edge. Legs apart.” Elise perched on the desk, palms flat behind her for balance. She spread her thighs. Her pussy was flushed dark pink, lips swollen, clit peeking from its hood, glistening. A thin string of arousal stretched and broke as she opened wider. Adrian studied her for a long moment—clinical, appreciative. “You were reckless,” he said quietly. “Anyone in the row behind could have seen. Heard.” “I know.” “You didn’t care.”

Her grip tightens on her coat. “She’s quite young for a Personal Assistant to you, John, isn’t she?” Elise steps forward, the cape shifting, exposing bare skin underneath. She revealed her naked skin purposely. Just that act alone is like saying a silent, yet unspoken ‘this is what I am to him. What are you?’ Ingrid swallows. I watch her throat move. She’s measuring her response. “Eighteen,” she says finally. Elise hums, dragging the silence between them like a blade across glass. “Eighteen.” She glances at me. “Your Personal Assistant?”