Lacey Blair Nudes Novels & Stories

LUCIAN I make quick work of Blair’s zipper and help her out of the dress. A strangled groan leaves my lips when I see she has only skimpy lace set panties under it. No bra. Fuck. She wants to kill me. I trace her dark nipples, watching as the already hard nub pebbled more against my fingers. “No bra?” I questioned. “Hopeful much?” She grinds against my cock, her hot center making my ball tighter against my skin.

Palm fronds clattered softly in the night breeze. Layla Reyes had come alone. Thirty-four, recently single after a long, quiet unraveling of a relationship that had stopped feeling like home years before she left it. She was tall, sun-kissed, with shoulder-length black hair that curled at the ends from the salt air, dark eyes that caught light, and a body that moved with the easy confidence of someone who had learned to take up space without apology. She wore a simple black bikini during the day and, tonight, a thin white linen dress that tied at the neck and fell loose to mid-thigh—nothing underneath, because the heat made anything more feel like punishment.

She buried groan as she ran her fingers up and down her privates. The sight of what was happening in front of Lucius in particular had lifted his spirits, and he was eager to have a taste of her. Darius's cock quivered as he saw Layla’s nakedness for the first time in his life. Layla's hair and slender figure set her apart from any other naked lady he had ever seen. She had an embarrassed look on her face and wore her hair down. Her hips had the smallest curvature. Her little pink nipples were erect, and her lovely, perky breasts were little b-cups. Her tummy was smooth and level, and she had a cute little patch of light pubic hair atop her mound that she called her bush.

"Did we go too far, Hayden? He's still our daddy after all." "He isn't as long as I don't acknowledge it." Layla exhaled, then said, "By the way, where did you dig up his naked photos?" "From his private photo album." "I see… Why won't you show me the photos?" Hayden pulled a long face and said, "You'd go blind." "Why didn't you go blind, then?!" Layla said discontentedly. "I'm a boy! You're a girl, so you can't see it!"

She wasn't wearing panties. These… these sluts! This whole… this “counseling” had… this had all just been some kind of foreplay for them? Have an ugly, public breakup, drag all their friends into trying to help them, and then angry makeup sex? But as he looked at her exposed ass, there was also the undeniable truth that he now realized was painted on her thighs and his right hand: Blair was extremely wet. He glowered at Yara, realizing the way her thighs were pressed tightly together could only mean one thing. The usually self-assured girl shrank before him as he pushed Blair off of his lap and snarled, “Your turn.”

Then the floor creaked under my foot. Caught She froze. Then her eyes opened. Straight into mine. I flinched. “I, I was just going to the bathroom.” Layla didn’t flinch. She stood slowly, robe falling open further. Her breasts were round and bare, nipples stiff and dark. Her stomach curved into thick, perfect hips. Her thighs were slick with arousal. “You were watching me,” she said. I opened my mouth to deny it. But she stepped forward. “Come here.” “Mrs. Greene”

I just want to swim with you this time,’ Layla thought to herself while making a face. “It’s all right. If you don’t want to then you can wait for me here as I take a dip,” she casually said while casually taking off her shirt. Layla wanted to do the thing casually in front of Zev to avoid having him suspecting her for getting his attention. After all, she knew how narcissistic he could be. “All right. If you don’t want to swim then just watch me enjoy it alone,” she whispered as she pulled down her pants, leaving her wearing nothing but underwear.

Her white panties were pressed so deeply by the chair that the fabric sank into her, even leaving a damp patch. I lifted her chin and gazed into her dazed, longing eyes. "Does it ache? Do you want me to help you?" She nodded desperately. Overjoyed, I lowered my trousers, and she saw my bare lower body. My body was hot and firm. Mesmerized, she couldn't look away. It was the first time Layla had ever seen a man's most private part. I placed my hands on the back of her head, positioning myself directly in front of her lips. "Do you want a taste?"

I laugh as she puts it back. I grab some things I find interesting before I go and try them out. Layla grabs a few as well and I raise an eyebrow, looking at her. “I got the all-clear from the doctor,” she says with the biggest smile ever. I bet she was climbing walls. “I am tired of giving him blow-jobs. Now it’s his turn to make me reach the sky with orgasms,” Layla says, and I can’t help but laugh as the sales assistant looks at us in shock. “Sorry,” Layla says to her with a smile before we walk into the changing rooms. I have chosen nine sets, all different, and each getting sexier and sexier. Every day I will wear a different one to torment Dylan until he rips them off of my body, leavi