Maxim Roy Nude Novels & Stories

Rossi’s cheerful voice rang out, and I froze. Maximo, however, didn’t stop. His hand remained under the sheets, his movements deliberate and slow, as though daring me to react. “Good morning, doc,” he said easily as his thumb flicked my clit. I bit my lip, struggling to maintain a neutral expression as Dr. Rossi approached the bed. I tried to picture what she could see from her point of view, and I realized that since the sheets covered the lower half of our bodies and with the way Maximo lay casually by my side, we looked completely innocent, like we just woke up beside each other.

In the hushed whispers of their confessions, they found a refuge, a sanctuary where the complexities of their lives momentarily faded into the background, leaving only the undeniable truth of their shared humanity. In the clandestine sanctuary of Maximus's chamber, the intimate dance between him and Callista unfolded with a delicate yet undeniable intensity. Maximus, his powerful physique a testament to the years spent in the unforgiving arena, handled the princess with a surprising gentleness. As their connection deepened, he explored the contours of her form, savoring the vulnerability they willingly shared.

Maxim put an arm around her and took Michaela’s chin in his hand, tilting her face up so that their eyes met. “Misha… I want to paint ALL of you. No clothes, no barriers… I want to capture only you and our child.” Realization of what that meant dawned slowly. “Oh… I can’t do that, Maxim!” she protested, her cheeks heating at the idea of getting naked in such bright daylight and lying exposed for hours on end. “I’m realizing that you’re the kind of woman who can do anything she decides to do, and heaven help the man who stands in your way. But I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

Her eyebrow went up, and Maxima nodded. “I want you to undress right there where I can watch.” Enthralled by the low pitch of his voice and warmed to her toes by the stark truth in his eyes, Maxima reached down to unbutton her pencil skirt. His gaze followed her every movement as she unfastened and then slid the material down over her hips. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, freeing her hot skin. The only things left to take off were her bra and panties. “You’re stunning… I adore seeing you in your sexy lingerie…” he said in a tone filled with pure, unadulterated male appreciation. “But I adore even more seeing you without it…”

My belt is undone, and my pants hit the floor followed by my briefs. I stand before her naked. Her eyes follow my hand as I grip myself and stroke. She nods causing me to smile. I know she likes to watch, but not happening tonight. I walk to her and drop to my knees before spreading her legs enough so I could slip in between. Running my nose up her seam, I take a deep breath. “You smell so fucking good, Tesoro.” “Max, please.”

LYRA I go to bed late, my body exhausted but my mind unable to stop. The day has been long, full of exchanged glances, revived memories, and silences too heavy to ignore. Yet, despite everything that troubles me, it is his image that returns, over and over. I fall asleep without even realizing it, and very quickly, everything becomes more intense, more real, as if my own body decided to forget what reason strives to control. In my dream, Alexandre is there. He looks at me without fleeing, without distance, without a mask. His gaze is burning, and this time he doesn’t try to hide his desire. He approaches, confident, and his body presses against mine with an almost animalistic certainty.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

MAX She is absolutely stunning, every line and curve is sculpted to perfection. My eyes trail over her porcelain skin. Her long black hair is wet and is clung to her back. Her perfectly round peach bum is staring at me, begging me to come closer. It is taking everything to hold Maddox back. I shove Maddox down and shift back.

I want to surprise him. A big smile graces my lips as I tiptoe to the bedroom. I flip the tent door open and I freeze at what I see. Right in front of me is a shirtless Roy lying on his back with his arms folded behind the back of his head, eyes closed while a naked Simone is seated on top of him, straddling him. I stare at the scene in shock, unable to move. I open my mouth, and then I close it again like a fish that has been taken out of water… my throat suddenly feels dry.

I'd pulled them down far enough to let his cock spring free and his ass-cheeks shine. But seeing him naked, then, to see all of his body, threatened to cap the whole affair. Uncle Roy was, quite simply, all man. He was broad-shouldered, narrow-hipped, and there wasn't an iota of wastage or flab on him. Anywhere. Least of all in the big cock that rose stiff and fierce as a red dragon from its curly mat of crotch hair. I saw him take that cock in his hand and I sucked in my breath, tasting its cummy hardness once again in my mouth. "Are you going to fuck me now, Roy?" I asked, my voice strangely distant.