Maxim Roy Nude Novels & Stories

Later, as soon as Maxus entered the room, he was surprised by her in front of him wearing a short red shirt that reaches just below her backside, a little transparent, completely strapless, and her hair was left loose along her back, putting a bloody red color on her lips as he liked it very sexy

"What the fuck does that mean!?" "Mhmmm," He hummed in her ear, nodding towards the two naked men. "It isn't a big surprise they are good at it, is it?" Tara's eyes betrayed her and looked – they were both hung like bulls, their cocks thick and heavily veined with testicles hanging like stones beneath them. Roy tightened his grip as Tara began to struggle again. "Haha, I guess you like what you see then, hmmm?" "No! They're – they're disgusting!" But Tara stared at their members still. She caught her mouth slightly open, breathing hard. So did Roy.

He stood there in the center of the room, wearing nothing but the red silk bunny bodysuit and the sheer, shimmering leggings that clung to his slender thighs. He looked at himself in the wall-length mirror for a second—small, lithe, and impossibly fragile compared to the man in the other room. He climbed onto the massive bed, his knees sinking into the expensive silk duvet. Then, the bathroom door opened. Maksim didn't bother with a towel. He walked out completely naked, water still dripping from his massive, corded muscles, his white hair plastered to his forehead. He stood at the foot of the bed like a predatory god. Kit felt a physical lump in his throat. Up close, without the water to hi

I was getting close, right on the edge, when my door swung open without warning. Max stood there in the doorway, wearing nothing but gray sweatpants slung low on his hips. His muscular chest was bare, abs still defined after all these years. He’d probably heard a noise and thought something was wrong. His eyes widened as they landed on me naked on my bed, legs spread, cock throbbing in my slick fist, p**n playing on the laptop showing a clear view of the older man’s thick dick sliding into the younger guy’s mouth. “Jake what the hell?”

"You shouldn't have caused such a loud scene earlier, darling. You should have just come back to me quietly. I know you miss me and this body." Max turned around, looking entirely furious, he wasn’t ready for her games. But before he could speak, Rosina reached for the robe around her shoulders. With a smooth movement, the fabric fell straight to the floor, revealing her lace lingerie. She tilted her head, her gaze burning with pure seduction. She brushed her short black hair forward, framing her face perfectly as she smiled wickedly at him.

"What the fuck does that mean!?" "Mhmmm," He hummed in her ear, nodding towards the two naked men. "It isn't a big surprise they are good at it, is it?" Tara's eyes betrayed her and looked they were both hung like bulls, their cocks thick and heavily veined with testicles hanging like stones beneath them. Roy tightened his grip as Tara began to struggle again. "Haha, I guess you like what you see then, hmmm?" "No! They're they're disgusting!" But Tara stared at their members still. She caught her mouth slightly open, breathing hard. So did Roy.

"Come on Leanna, think about it, about who he's dated, do you really think he didn't sleep with any of them?" "He…" I start, but I don't know what to say and Max sighs, pulling out his phone and scrolling through it. "I didn't want to do this, but, look." He shows me a photo on his phone, the date only a week ago. A guy asleep in only his boxers and a black haired girl next to him, wearing nothing at all. The photo is too blurry to make out who they are, but it looks like Nathan. A lot like Nathan. His arm is over her waist, but other than that it's as though they're not touching and from the photo it doesn't look like the guy's got a nipple piercing.

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 stood there for a moment admiring him in the dim light, when would I ever have that again? I went downstairs and grabbed my bag from the floor. I took my phone out and went back upstairs. "What are you doing?" he softly asked. "Taking the picture for my cover" I smiled back at him while pointing my phone camera at him. The light was perfectly dim; his face was almost hiding in the shadows. Max was lying on the bed, shirtless, hairless toned chest, statue-like abs, strong muscular arms, wearing his light grey pajama pants. One leg raised, arms relaxed on his side, barefoot. Messy hair, tattoo on his neck...and that damn sexy smirk on his face.