Maxim Roy Nude Novels & Stories

I had them install one just in case I ever felt the need to take a bubble bath at work. But when would that be? Twenty-year-old me would have laughed at the notion of a bathtub at work, but billionaire older Max wanted all the luxuries this life offered. I strip off my clothes, drop them in the laundry basket, and step into the shower. Turning on the jets, I let the water run down my body. My center still felt hot. Tate got himself off, but he did not do the same for me, so now I was insanely horny.

The moans climbed higher, more frantic, and more desperate in a way I'd never once heard from a man who looked like he was always at war with the whole world. I pushed the door. The room was nearly dark with just one lamp throwing amber across half of him, and the half I could see undid me where I stood. Jeremy Kellason. He sat on his couch like a sin no one had taught me to be ashamed of. Completely naked. His head was tipped back against the cushion, the long line of his throat working as his fist moved over his thick, flushed cock leaking at the tip, in hard, furious strokes that were almost punishing, like he was angry at himself.

I trailed off, “if I have to fish them out myself, it’d be a sore sight. “You’re so sharp now. No longer the compliant little Ronan I used to know.” With that, she opened the door and walked out of the room. Five minutes later, the door opened again. Maxim stepped inside. Clad entirely in a tailored black shirt and black trousers, he possessed the kind of hard-faced lethal aura that made people step off the sidewalk when he walked by. His broad, muscular frame practically filled the entryway. A small smile played on his lips when he saw me sitting behind the massive ebony desk.

I realized there was only one bathroom, so maybe we would. My thoughts shattered with the sound of running water. Subconsciously, I glanced toward the glass shower and my breath hitched. Maximilian was under the stream of water, completely naked. My eyes betrayed me, roaming over the broad muscles of his chest, the defined lines of his abs, before my gaze fell lower, to the unmistakable contours of his manhood. “You might want to join me for the shower so you can watch more closely,” he teased, voice low and coaxing.

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.

Was he this worked up because of what happened in the shower? “Positions,” Daddy snapped. “This is the final breeding scene. Make it filthy. Max — full nudity today. Princess — you’re in control first. Ride him like the greedy little whore you are. Then he takes over.” Both of them stripped completely. Max had a powerful, muscular body and a thick, heavy cock already hard. His stepdaughter was stunning naked — full tits, wide hips, and a dripping pussy. She pushed Max onto his back on the bed and straddled him.

I was overtired from the wedding, especially what I just saw now. ' I'm five feet two inches tall, slim, and have blue eyes. He has brown eyes, jet-black hair, and a body like a model. It benefitted him to get a brunette on his wedding night. He's a king. He can get wha tever he desires. '

The right amount of nudity, to marry someone. I grin to myself as I get the dagger placed beside me. I raise my leg up on the desk creating a slit on the sides from my hip bone to the end of the fabric repeating the same on the other side. My long milky thighs, now exposed, the fabric falling between my legs. The right amount of nudity to rule. I smirk, as I raise my eyes to meet Max. His eyes are wide open, his lips turning up in appreciation, “And tell me why you dint do this before.”, he says.

Sending Passion and arousing iris's lust in the process. " Max .." She whispers when Maximo finally undress her completely. For a long time, the Italian Mafia Boss only stare still at her body. Her shiny smooth satin like skin, the firmness of her white breasts with it's pink rosy crowns the down to her flat tummy to the pleasant sight of her clit.

Her green eyes were perfectly rounded as she heard the baritone sound in her right ear. Maxine slowly turned around to find Maxim standing shirtless in front of her. Maxine swallowed her saliva nervously again as she gazed at the perfectly formed six-packs. When the line formed the letter V in the lower area of Maxim's abdomen, Maxine immediately turned her gaze, and his field chest made Maxine's heart rustle—pounding for no apparent reason. Maxim smiled and stomped both palms into the locker door directly behind Maxine, locking—cornering the girl in front of him in the small closet where he kept all his equipment.