Madeline Ford Nude Novels & Stories

“You know the answer’s hell no. Don’t act like my two holes don’t scream it loud and clear. Right now, I want ’em both stuffed to the brim.” Fernand chuckled, nodding approvingly. “Out of every whore who crawls in here, you’re the one we all line up for. What the hell don’t you have? Especially those heavenly tits I could suck on for hours. Strip off so we can bury our cocks in you and get this orgy rolling.” Maddie quickly pulled down her skirt, and took off her bra, so her big tits bounced free, barely contained by the thin leather harness that framed them. She left on only the harness and her thigh-high fishnet stockings, then kicked off her boots, practically naked and excited to get her

Madeline felt a fresh jolt of pleasure run through her body. "Then fuck me." Robert didn't need to be asked twice. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing, throwing her onto the leather sofa. His lips found her breasts through the fabric of her dress, nibbling her nipples until she cried out. "Take this off," he ordered, pulling the dress up. Madeline obeyed, arching her body to help him undress her. In seconds, she was only in lace stockings and high heels—exactly how he liked it.

Ten of them. All naked. Nude. Bare. Stripped. I don't even bother reading the message. Instead, I set my phone down and focus on my laptop, pulling up the photos in full screen. I lean closer. I can’t believe it. She’s fucking incredible. The girl’s body is absolutely stunning; her breasts are perky and her pussy is perfectly shaven. My arousal increases as I imagine having her nipples in my mouth. My cock is painfully erect, just at the thought of it.

She’s not wearing any undergarments. “Here,” she says, twisting to show me her back and shoulder. “This is what you’re looking for, right?” Madison’s back is a canvas of bony ridges. I want to take her downstairs to the kitchen and plop her in front of a stack of Ollie’s famous pancakes. But instead I stare at the canvas of pain and hurt spread across her body. Painted on her right shoulder in stark black ink is the familiar shape of a fox on its haunches, its black body surrounded by thick, detailed chains.

I know it and it makes it all the more amusing. Modestly, Madison goes into the en-suite bathroom and comes back out wearing a navy camisole top with cream lace across the chest. Fuck me she looks sexy as sin. I can just about see the outline of her perfect, pert breasts. It makes my dick twinge. Good job I’ve got the duvet covering me nicely. God, that would be embarrassing. I catch Breena gawping at my upper body now fully naked and exposed as I sit up in the bed waiting for Madi to join me. “Don’t forget your book.” I tell Madi.

They were really focused on getting ready to leave. Suddenly, there was a loud slamming noise and a scream. Everyone, except me, jumped to their feet. I drew my knees up to my chest and hid my face. I knew what they were going to do when Maddie took Ford down the hall. The way he got excited when he saw her in her natural form, there was nothing else I could imagine him wanting. I know I wanted her when I saw her like that, she was dazzling. “Did that come from Madison’s room?” Anders asked.

Somehow, she had made the flames even hotter. "I think it's time you admit what this really is," Anderson said, breaking the silence. "You're incapable of loving anyone, not even yourself, so this isn't love. It's an obsession. And it's becoming very unhealthy." He paused before adding, "She's human, she is fat, too big to fit into your world." A low growl escaped my throat. "Choose your words carefully," I warned without taking my eyes off the phone. I continued scrolling through her photos, the more I looked, the angrier I became. She was wearing short dresses, tight outfits, even bikinis, completely comfortable in front of strangers. Every picture had men staring at her.

Madden is inside. His hands are soiled with clay as he brought an image to life. This time, the image he's moulding is right in front of him. It's one of the female mobsters, and she's naked. She sat on a couch, spreading her legs wide in front of him and smiling proudly as he moulded her nakedness. "I'm glad i got to be your model for tonight," she sheepishly said. She might be freezing with the excess AC blowing, but being here is her greatest achievement.

“Guinevere Cohen spared no effort to get herself married to Weston Ford. Given her eligibility, Weston Ford still ended up dumping her. If a man like him were to propose to you, would you marry him? In the blink of an eye, a baseless rumor for the sake of viewership turned into a fierce online battle. At the Ford Corporation building. Ben didn’t even dare to breathe. He handed the tablet to Weston. “We’ve cleared off most of the comments online, but this topic is trending too intensely…” Many fans of Caspian Yates were even tagging Ford Corporation’s representatives non-stop. They wanted to tag Weston Ford directly to warn him to keep his own woman in check, but it turned out Weston Ford did

When I said yes, the light pierced through the stained glass and struck me full in the face. I closed my eyes. And I saw again—for a second—another altar, another dress, another man. Then everything disappeared. The music resumed. Adrian took my hand. Since then, I am called Madame Delmore. I sign that name without trembling. But every time I write the letters, I feel as if I'm betraying someone I don't yet know. ADRIAN She is beautiful in the evening light. Seated near the window, her hand on her rounded belly, she seems made for this house.