Liam Jacobs Nude Novels & Stories

She was bewildered, "Liam, what are you doing?" Liam did not answer, but he looked at Jacob who was still standing motionless next to him. "Go to help him put on his pants." Rita was speechless - Liam did not want her to see someone else naked?

“Yes, I imagined you were the one standing in front of me, naked. I held that picture in my mind till I orgasmed.” Luke wasn't sure whether to be flattered or to be weirded out but he knew his heart was pounding so hard that he was afraid Liam would hear it. Why is he telling him all this? He wondered. “I was a little sad when I opened my eyes and realized that you weren't the one beneath me.” Liam continued, “I kinda wished it was you. I miss you. I want you. I need you. I don't know if you cast a spell over me, but even if you did, I have no problems with that. I want to be yours. And I want you to be mine. You have no idea how jealous I get when I see people touch you intimately. Please,

Lita said with a smile. "All right, that's good. I'm a little sleepy too. All right." She entered the house again and went to the room. She also wants to take a nap for a while and then regain enough strength. She was already yawning but it suddenly disappeared when she saw Liam topless, she was just wearing a boxer while sleeping on their bed. "GODDAMMIT! Liam, why are you so hot even you are lying and sleeping in bed," she whispered and she was shocked by what she saw.

Swiping through my gallery, I stopped at a picture of Liam. I smiled biting my lips. It was a selfie of him. Him in a smaller boxer. He winked, his tongue out to rest on his lips. My eyes moved down to his stomach then to his V line, and I suddenly felt hot. My down below aching. Goddess. At this point, I could be called a whore at how fast I react to Laim and he knew this, because he kept sending all his naked or half-naked photos to tease me.

I turned to face Liam, only to see that he was naked. And no, the dildo was no match for him. Jesus Christ on a stick, how could a man look that good naked? He didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. He was built like a linebacker, although, admittedly, I didn’t know exactly how any football player should look. I’d always been more into slender guys. Then again, my slender in all things ex-fiancé had cheated on me so my taste in men was clearly suspect. Liam just waited for me to speak. He wasn’t at all embarrassed by his nudity, and based on how perfectly built he was he had no reason to be modest. To my utter shock, he was soon half-hard.

I watched as Liam’s eyes moved down my naked back. “Yes, food. But I think you should probably get dressed first.” “Um, Liam. My clothes were shredded.” I rolled my eyes. “Hold on.” I stood up and gently wrapped the picnic blanket around me, knotting it at the side of my breast and where it ended at my knees. I tied a couple of the funny tassels together to ensure that the gaping hole between my chest and knees was reasonably covered. A wave of vulnerability washed over me. Liam had seen me naked. He had done the honourable thing by covering me up, but he had still seen my naked flesh with all its imperfections: the cellulite, the stretch marks. He now knew how ugly my body was.

The handle turned slowly, and before I could react, Liam stepped in. Naked. I gasped, clutching the edges of the tub. The bathwater sloshed gently around me as my eyes trailed up his bare chest, across the bandages on his side, and finally to his smirking face. “What the hell are you doing here?” My voice trembled, but I kept it steady enough not to show fear. Not yet. He leaned against the door frame like he hadn’t just crossed every boundary of privacy. “Well,” he drawled slowly, stepping in further, “since we’re a couple now, I figured… why not join my beautiful girlfriend for a soak?”

I turned around—and completely lost my train of thought. Liam stepped out into the bedroom. He wasn't wearing his suit. He wasn't even wearing a robe. A single, crisp white towel was hitched impossibly low on his hips, leaving his broad shoulders, sculpted chest, and the sharp, dangerous lines of his abs completely bare. Glistening droplets of water lingered on his skin, tracing a path down the dip of his spine as he casually dried his dark, damp hair with a smaller hand towel. My throat went bone-dry.

This is between you and me, and I want to see you naked. I skimmed down further, flicking through revealing selfies of Joanna. “I’m sorry you have to see those,” Joanna said. “But why hide it? He likes my body and I’m happy to fulfill his requests to see it.” You are so hot. Much hotter than Aria. You want more pictures? Keep them coming. Beyond that, the photos became even more revealing, with Joanna going totally topless at one point. Liam’s replies are all complimentary, though they quickly dissolve into devil and then eggplant emotes.

Liam's voice. “Yess daddy, I am your good boy, fuck me just like that nngh, yes yes yes yes.” “Fuck!” My eyes see red, rage consumes me completely, I don't bother knocking, I kick the door with all the force in me. It swings, disconnecting from one of its hinges, oscillating for some seconds before stopping. The commotion has alerted them because they both look towards the door. “What the fuck is going on here?” But I can see it with my own eyes, Liam is naked from the waist down, there's a redhead boy bent over his table, completely nude as well, his puckered pink hole is raised in the air, still gaping from where Liam's dick had been plunging deep a minute ago.