Maxim Roy Nude Novels & Stories

Perhaps I failed to mention the nude shots. "What are you talking about?" "I am talking about porn, Freddie. I have a nude gig this summer with Model Perfect." "You've never done nudes before. Are you sure you are up for that?" My mind wanders to Arlo and Freddie catches me looking at Arlo. "Emma, stop looking at him. Are you two sleeping together?" I bite my lip, there's no use denying it. I nod and he lets it slide. "Just do me a favor and keep it discreet. I can't have Model Perfect finding out that their top model is....well."

I implored. I start unbuttoning his shirt as he runs his hands up and down the side of my body. My nipples perk up at his touch craving his lips on them. I remove his tie and throw it to one side and help him out of his shirt. I touch his belt and immediately get goosebumps on my skin. Max feels it too and takes the belt from my hand and tosses it away. He unzips his fly and pulls down his shorts revealing his eager member. I pull down his pants in a swift move and put them aside. I go back to Max and sit on his lap. He grabs my legs and places them on either side of his legs such that my legs are wide open giving him complete access.

My entire back was on display and one pull of the strings and I’d be naked. Maxim had gone out and he was not going to be around till the next day, which kind of ruined my plan but I went ahead with it anyway. I was in a six-inched heel that made me feel powerful and I couldn’t resist as I turned to the side and took a picture, sending it to Maxim. [Me: how do I look?] I’d thought since he was busy, he wouldn’t reply but he did immediately. [Maxim: you look like mine.]

Max said smiling “up to 1.3 million the bid went shoulder to shoulder then there were only two bidders left, so just as I told you last night. It doesn't matter if we win or not. What you did is beyond expectations. “ “So ..” I said, making a sweet face and blushing a little,“ I made you proud. ” "You did!" Max said. "I should thank you" and I squeezed my eyes at him and pursed my lips, blinking my eyelashes. "You were a good muse, Maximilian Cruz. Tonight I'll make you sit on the couch naked, naked, just as you were when your mother gave birth to you and I'll look at you. I will paint your nude and put it on the wall in the office. That way I will always be inspired. "

It was on fire and eagerly wanted to have his cock filling her. The sounds of clothes filled the air, and Amelia figured out that Maximo was pulling his clothes off. A smile appeared at the brim of her lips as she tried to capture the image of how he looked while having her back to him. The thought of how big he would be made her rebel against her own self. In one swift move, she turned to meet his clothes off his body, and her eyes trailed from his huge body down to his trousers, which fell off, revealing his hard member.

They held hands while looking at the photographs of themselves displayed elegantly in Maxine's private home gallery. Most of them were in black and white in various sizes. Charlie's hands were sweating, but the excitement on her face somehow made it worthwhile. Looking at their naked bodies on canvas was surreal, Maxine did a very good job in editing them and made it look like a professional artwork.

~Maxim~ One minute I’m discussing matters with Alpha Montgomery and the next, I’m holding my nose because that douche dares to put hands on me. Me, Beta Maxim Grim! I don’t know who the fuck he thinks he is, but I’ll gladly show him the truth.

Max was startled when Russ appeared behind her. " Holy cow, you scared me!", she exclaimed and Russ laughed at her. "It's only me Max. I never thought our boss invited you too! Come on let's get inside." Russ said to her and Max just followed him. Russ looks so cool in his plain grey t-shirt and white jogging shorts with a backpack at his back. Max just shook her head and followed him inside their boss condominium. When they came in, she was amazed at his place. It's too spacious with the only black and white shade of the wall and a huge portrait of a girl with her nude body but nicely painted.

And right in the center of it—was Maximilian Ashford. Max was shirtless, revealing all of his tattoos which were intricate designs that run across his sculpted chest and curled down his back, dark and sinuous, as if each mark had its own story. Around him, girls laughed and reached for him, their attention was feeding the easy arrogance in his grin. He held one of them close, his hand settled low on her waist, his laughter was loud and careless. I let out a sigh, shaking my head in disbelief. How could these two brothers be so completely different?

Dakota responded, "Well, it doesn't really bother me that much. You said that you don't have any real raunchy, hardcore stuff on there, right?" "The only thing other than just solo poses is some of a lovely mature lady or two giving a handjob or a blowjob, but that's it." Dakota smiled. "Well, handjobs and blowjobs I'll allow. However, I still want us to make our own erotica. I want you to photograph me in the nude, and then photograph me giving you a blowjob. How would you like that?" Maxwell jumped up and said, "Don't move a muscle! I'll be right back!"