Kson Nude Novels & Stories

Colt dismounted like he’d hopped off a buckin’ horse and clapped Kane on the back. “Time for double trouble. I’ll be back.” He stumbled from the room with his bottle. Then Kade noticed not only was Kane naked, he already wore a condom. Jasmine sat up. “You guys really are identical.” Her gaze lingered on Kane’s cock. “In every way.” “Do you know how unbelievably fuckin’ hot it is how much you love givin’ and takin’ pleasure? Very few women are so uninhibited. You’re the ultimate fantasy woman.”

I tapped play. The video opened on Knox in the shower. Water glistened over his sculpted body—broad chest, ripped abs, thick muscular thighs. His cock… holy fucking shit. It was massive. Long, thick, veiny, easily ten inches and girthy enough that my fingers wouldn’t meet if I wrapped them around it. The heavy shaft hung heavy between his legs, the fat purple head already leaking precum. Would it even fit inside me?

"See... I told you." Knox, catching on to the nature of our discussion, feigned indignation with a playful undertone. "So you all have been discussing my chest while I was asleep? Awe, I feel special. I mean... A little creeped out, but still...Special." Not missing a beat, Kael splashed water in Knox's direction with a playful retort. "No, dick, we were talking about our own chests, not yours. Don't flatter yourself." Knox, totally unfazed, reclined on the pool chair, his grin wide and unapologetically cheeky. "Because that is any less weird than sitting around half-naked with our girl talking about mine?"

Aria’s POV: Through the crack in the door— I saw him. Kade. Bare-backed and glistening, fully nude , sweat painting his skin like he’d just finished the first round. The air was thick with sex and his cologne—dark, intoxicating. I knew Kade was attractive, but this? This was something else entirely. *Oh my* His shoulders were broad, the kind that made fingers itch to trace the hard line of muscle down his back. The afternoon light caught the sweat along his spine, that tantalizing dip between his ridges—like an invitation.

That's how much she loves me. “Whatever. Don't you want to see your two hot Papa?” My brows crossed when she said that. She even eyed me with those playful eyes of hers along with her brows raising repeatedly. “Papa?” What the hell? I thought Emman was the only one who uses that among us. “Look,” she said and even turned my head to where she was looking. There was Knox who just came out of the water, walking slowly at the shore—topless, showing his masculine body along with his six pack abs. I found my lips parted while watching my man looking so damn hot.

Knox was watching me closely, with his eyes squinted and a half-smile that wasn't funny at all. "Undress," Knox snapped, in a tone that left no room for argument. "Slowly. I want to see every inch of you." My hands shook as I reached for the hem of my sweater. I pulled it upward, feeling the fabric catch on my nipples, sending a jolt of sensation straight to my core. The sweater fell to the floor in a soft pile, revealing my pale torso, the faint trail of hair leading down to my navel, and the dark, wet patch of slick that had already begun to stain the front of my jeans.

My name is Ivy. Tonight I’m half-naked on Knox’s tattoo table, shirt and bra shoved up to my neck, lying on my left side so he can start the huge blackwork piece that will crawl from under my breast, down my ribs, and over my hip bone. The shop is locked, lights low, just the buzz of the machine and the low throb of music in the background. Knox is six-three of pure inked muscle, sleeves of dark art, silver rings in his nipples you can see through his thin black tank, and a reputation for being a complete asshole unless you’re on his table. Then he’s worse.

she said softly. ​Kael inclined his head, his voice a deep, resonant baritone that vibrated right through the floorboards. "I said I would." ​"It has been too long." ​"It has." ​The exchange was brief, polite, and entirely formal. Yet, around me, the whispers erupted into a frenzy. ​"They look absolutely perfect together." "Our future High Alpha and High Luna. Power and beauty." "No ordinary woman could ever hope to stand beside him."

I swallowed back the sound, trying not to freak out and blow my cover. Kain’s hair was an absolute mess. There were claw scratches on his skin and I tried not to think about which girl had done it. He didn’t seem to care one bit that he was naked. I gulped heavily, unable to tear my eyes away from him. The sight might be horrific but it was also… uhmm… delighting. Kain’s naked body was art. He had bulging muscles in all the right places and his length, fuck! He was rock hard right now.

Squinting wasn’t doing me any favors, and I need a clear view of my target. Knox is the only person not dressed like he’s about to attend a Gatsby-themed funeral. No tux. No tie. Just his signature black shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, paired with black pants that somehow make him the sexiest man in the room. He’s lounging in his chair, and his fingers are idly stroking his neatly trimmed beard. The movement makes me remember how the strands felt on a very sensitive place, one that’s currently tingling in anticipation of him turning on the device between my legs. "She doesn’t look happy," Finn says beside me.