Lindsey Sterling Nude Novels & Stories

She kicked and struggled violently, but her terrified screams only seemed to excite them more. Slaps rained down on her face. The group of beggars pinned her down and tore at her clothes violently. "Why are you still putting on an act? Those private videos of you and Mr. Whitaker are everywhere. Your moans sounded so lewd, and now you want to act all pure? Who would believe you?" The blood in Lindsey's body rushed to her head in shock. She felt a heavy sense of impending doom. Jacob had a hidden fetish that no one knew. He liked taking private videos whenever they made love.

“You might want to lose your clothes. I don’t want to be the only naked one in this room. Unless of course, you aren’t interested in what I have to offer.” Lindsey sauntered over to us, and grabbed both of our dicks through our pants, squeezing them for emphasis. A tornado must have hit Lindsey’s room at that moment, because our clothes were off in an instant, thrown about the floor. “Very nice.” She pointed at me. “You. Take my shirt and bra off. Slowly. Sensually.” Turning to Xavier, she said. “You stand behind me. Reach around, unfasten my pants. Take them and my underwear off.” She didn’t have to tell us twice.

I run back to the library to uncle Harry's computer. The first one I insert in the DVD drive is labeled NST01. There is also an NST02, NST03 and NST04. The computer is in auto-play mode and it mounts the DVD. There is an MS-Word file, an mpeg video file and a folder full of jpeg files. I open the jpegs first because I want to see if they are pictures of Nicole. They aren't. They are pictures of an older woman about my mom's age. The pictures show her in various stages of undress, then various nude poses; bent over, legs spread, masturbating and some close ups of her erect nipples and wet pussy lips. She's a very attractive woman and my cock is responding, especially to the one with her legs

The brilliant sunlight streamed into the room, post-passion, where two people lay intimately entwined on the disheveled black bed. Julian Sterling's eyes were tightly closed, his breathing steady as if he were still asleep. His dark eyebrows, straight nose, and thin lips made his facial features strikingly handsome. His sleeping expression was as peaceful as a child's. But Lily knew all too well that when awake, this man was an imperious tyrant, a contradiction no one else could match. She slowly closed her eyes, tears flowing uncontrollably.

Naked, flushed, trembling in lace that exposed everything. Denied. And burning. The air felt thicker now. Almost wet. Linda stood perfectly still, the straps of the crotchless panties cutting sharp lines into the softness of her hips, her heavy breasts hanging bare and flushed, nipples still hard with unspent hunger. Her thighs glistened faintly at the crease not from sweat. From want. From denial. From her. Tina exhaled, slow and measured, the heat of it grazing Linda's cheek like a teasing breath.

She sounds irritated, but I can tell her frustration is not aimed towards me. I pull into a field that is secluded from the road. I notice Lindsey’s chest rising and falling faster and faster. “You know, you can touch me if you want. I work hard on this body. A little appreciation would be nice.” I lead her hand closer to my body, forcing her eyes to watch her fingers. I place her hand on my abs, letting her caress the sharpness in the lines. I see her gulp as she slowly lifts her eyes to my face. I can’t help but smirk.

He wondered why he had asked something meaningless like that, but he liked the expression on Philip's face. "N- Yes, I did!" He said going red, he never used it and barely knows what a vibrator is. "No, you didn't! Don't you try to lie to me, through your reactions I can say you don't know how and mainly where to use it" He said approaching Philip. "Whatever you say, Winters" "You know, I can teach you some things, virgin stripper" The brunette approached more making Philip step back. "I'm not even gay, shithead!" He rolled his eyes.

Their parents would return by evening. Lila slipped on a tiny crop top and micro shorts with no panties underneath. Her nipples were visible through the thin fabric. She knew she was playing with fire. She found Ryder in the basement gym when he returned, shirtless and sweaty, lifting weights. The moment he saw her, his eyes darkened with hunger. “Look at you,” he smirked, setting the dumbbells down. “Coming to me instead of waiting to be used. My little blackmail slut is finally breaking.”

“I want to see you. Naked. In the ocean. Again.” Sterling knew exactly what Noah was after, but he didn’t hesitate. He stood slowly, stretching just enough to tease, and stepped forward for Noah to enjoy the view. With deliberate slowness, he grasped the waistband of his swim shorts and lowered them. The impressive curve of Sterling’s ass came into view, and Noah's mouth went dry. He watched through lowered shades as his cock twitched, eyes devouring every inch. Those powerful shoulders, that lean, tapered waist, that perfect ass, down long, toned legs as the shorts dropped to the deck.

They were burning. As he stripped off his shirt, Lila watched the play of muscles in his back, the sheer power of the man who moved the world’s markets. Adrian Sterling had a reputation that preceded him—a man who treated women like high-end acquisitions. He was famous for his reckless, revolving door of supermodels and heiresses, women he used for a night and discarded like a stale stock tip. He was a man who lived by the philosophy of variety, never touching the same skin twice if he could help it, viewing intimacy as a bodily function rather than a connection. But as he crawled onto the bed, hovering over her, his expression shifted into something he couldn't quite mask.