Maxim Roy Nude Novels & Stories

I stumble a little, my head spinning from the intensity of it all, and then we’re in his bedroom. The air is heavy with his scent—sandalwood and cinnamon, rich and intoxicating. It wraps around me, like a blanket, and Atlas purrs in my mind. Max shoves me gently, and I fall back onto his bed, propping myself up on my elbows to watch as he undoes my belt and pulls my pants down my legs. He steps out of his own trousers, shrugging off his shirt, leaving him gloriously naked. His body is a masterpiece—broad shoulders, a muscled chest, abs that make my mouth water—and his cock, thick and hard, already glistening with precum. I lick my lips, unable to tear my eyes away.

Clearly, moon goddess knew how to choose an attractive mate for him. At the same time, Sabrina was also observing Maxi. She realized he was half naked, which made her blush a bit because she was not used to the sight of half-naked men around her, at least the buff and well-built one. In high school back then, sure there were plenty of guys who worked out and went to the gym but none of them were a match for the body Maxi possessed.

Hunter remarks, and I can hear Max chuckling as I feel for poor clueless Dylan O'Brien who has no idea he's being mocked. Back to Max, he's bent over the rosebush, taking the branches away from the roses. My heart is doing a dangerous somersault in my chest, because the idiot, Max lifts his weight up from where he's squarting, and is standing on all fours now with his pespiration nude chest, looking seriously dangerously hot, like pure sloppy séx. It doesn't help that he's looking at me like that, too. Something painfully sweet wounds up in my chest, and settles on the pit of my stomach.

He burrowed his face between her boobs, satisfied with the feeling of her soft skin against his beards and cheeks. “Next time you’re coming here, no bras.” “Panties?” she whispered. Maksim cupped her boob but stayed away from her erect nipple. “None.” She leaned down, her forehead touching his. He loved her this way, her most intimate parts visible to only him. Her pussy glistening. Her nipples hard. “Be naked underneath for me.” “When you’re coming here, wear a shirt that gives me easy access to your body.”

Hunter mutters coldly and I hugged tightly I was truly lucky to have him as a partner. BREAKING NEWS:FAMOUS MODEL AND PORN STAR MAXI ALSO KNOWN AS MAXIMA ELLINGTON HAS BEEN CAUGHT RED HANDED TRYING TO TRAP MULTI BILLIONAIRE SEBASTIAN MILLER /HUNTER INTO A CONSPIRACY.

The man ask authoritically. Boss he didn't tell us till now who they are for which he was working. subordinate Max said tiredly. Max was 25 year old boy. He was working for the man since young age because at age 6 his parents was murdered by a gangster and he got saved by this man. Max has the tall height, eyes are black, hair is blond, white complexion of skin, look like a American model in every aspect, personally he was the carefree person but on work mode no one can be dangerous than him, people known him as hell guard.

When I open my eyes and meet his captivating, chocolate-brown gaze fixed on me in that special way of his, I don't hesitate to ask: "Do you know what would make this even better?" "Hmm?" "Your naked body pressed against mine." His hooded eyes challenge my wide ones as he continues the pleasurable assault down south. "Are you sure?" "Is that even a question?" I pant. Within moments, Max stands bare in front of me, slipping behind me, and inserting four fingers, igniting my ecstasy once more. As if I had ever left that state.

Noah wasn’t sure why Max was breathless, hoping he hadn’t intruded on something. “Hey Noah, Sorry mate. I was working out. I’m starting a new movie in six weeks.” That explained Max’s labored breathing. Noah worked out himself, but nothing like what Max put himself through. But then again, Noah wasn’t flashing his almost naked body on the big screen. “Max, I’m going to send you a screenshot of a girl from last night.” “What? The one you protected?” Max asked, clearly confused.

I just ran. I reached Max’s bedroom, slammed the door shut, and turned the lock with trembling hands. I collapsed against the bed, my breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches. My sweater felt scratchy and suffocating against my skin as I pulled it tighter around me, trying to shield myself from the image burned into my retinas. Maximilian. My boyfriend’s father. The cold, arrogant titan of the finance industry. He'd been in there, stroking his cock. A cock that looked far too thick and dangerous, and he'd been peering at my nude on his phone screen.

The whole inside looks like a gothic forest. Maxim, Azazel’s bouncer, meets me at the door. Maxim is extremely intimidating with his six-foot-seven frame and bodybuilder’s muscles. His shiny bald head, sharp nose, small eyes, and large eyebrows make him look like he’s going to tear you apart. He has this really freaky tattoo of a skeleton tattooed on the back of his head. Come to think of it, most of the guy’s body is tattooed. Well, at least the parts I can see. “Hey Kell, what brings you by?” He pulls me into his chest and slaps me on the back.