Maxim Roy Nude Novels & Stories

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.”

“ Hey, Maximo is here to see you, “ Corinna said, looking all flustered. That was the first time I had see her blushing. “ Send him in, “ I said. A while later, Maximo entered. He was wearing a suit, showcasing the tattoos on his neck. The first few buttons on his shirt were undone, giving me peek of the tattoos on his chest. “ Maximo, what a surprise? “ I asked while leaning back on my chair with a pen in my hands. He smiled and propped down on the chair he looked behind him with a smirk on his face. “ You have a sexy assistant, “ he remarked as he brought his green eyes back to me. It was no secret that Maximo was a playboy. He slept with a lot of women and he had a good reputation in that

This is what she was waiting for. Max I couldn’t help myself. Having a naked woman moaning, squeezing my dick, and willingly giving herself to me made me lose control, and it was not one of my best suits. I prayed to anyone who would listen to help us not get caught tonight. I didn’t want to be thrown out on the streets after the ordeal we experienced earlier.

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.

Or perhaps that is the case because I am so tired. Staggering on my feet, Maxim comes running back up to me with his shirt in his hands. His gaze is turned away from me, and it isn’t until now that I realize I am butt naked. If Ares were here right now she would totally make fun of me for not realizing that sooner. I grab the shirt eagerly, tossing it on while I nearly trip over my own feet in exhaustion. I am so tired. As soon as the shirt is on, I let Maxim know that I am decent. I will get used to the nudity one day. But today is not that day. And it isn’t for Maxim either, obviously.

But I don't have an imagination, or at least one that's creative enough to come up with something as incredible as Marco. Sabrina licked her bottom lip as Marco hooked his thumbs behind the elastic waist strap of his underwear. Her eyes went from his face, past his muscular chest and all the way down his abs. She followed the lines of his hips, as he pulled his underwear down. Inch by inch, he slipped them off until they got past his knees and fell to the floor at his feet. He now stood next to the bed, gloriously naked and fully erect.