Maxim Roy Nude Novels & Stories

I'm trying to be strong, but having him so close to me will be something impossible to hold back. I was in bed, covered only by a light strapless nightgown that barely covered my ass; Maximo was coming out of a bath with the towel around his waist. the drops of water were still dripping on his chest, and that sculptural body he had. I couldn't help my breath to shake just seeing him almost naked in front of me.

I said, "I want to see all of that nice hard body." Max pushed his shorts down and kicked them off along with his shoes. I looked down at him and my heart pounded at the sight of his young well muscled form and that huge fucking cock standing at attention for me. My robe was hanging off my shoulders and stepping between his legs; I put my back to him and slowly slid it off. As it fell to the floor I looked over my shoulder and smiled at the look on his face as she stared at my ass.

A need so intense settled there as I wondered why my body betrayed me to arguably the most dangerous man in the world. My heart was racing so fast that I could hardly breathe. I had never felt anything more I intense than Maxim’s close proximity. Maybe my body reacted that way because he was hot. That had to be it. He was in a tight black-shirt, dark jeans, and black boots. His tattoos were on full display and his glasses sat on his nose. There was nothing nerdy about Maxim. He was all…man. The way he looked at me got me even more excited. His eyes darkened with desire as they settled on my chest before dropping to my ass. Maxim was not shy about openly ogling.

This is how Maxim found me: sitting on the couch, swaying sleepily. - Go, swim and lie down - he said, passing by. I got up and went to the suitcases, to know where some of the things were, Marta, Leah, put them, I turned around and froze: Maxim was in jeans, with a naked torso and with a towel thrown over his shoulders, and he looked like this, that even the most inveterate skeptic would not begin to doubt: he really does not need to force anyone, to anything, if only to fight back.

He is wearing a pair of sweatpants and nothing else. “Great Mother, that is a fine male,” Maximo purrs excited. Max is not wrong. I have seen males while training but no one even came close to what Magnus offered. Every inch of his body was sculpted not to make him look good. To make him look lethal. And he is. When he turns I see on his back, a long thick scar. If that rumor is true, I am fairly certain that all the others will be too. “Don’t ogle him,” I chastise Max and I get up to get away from him.

There's no status in love and lust, I was feeling my ego go low slowly and their dominance coming over me, I was already imagining where it's gonna end. We were now inside of the water with it stopping on our waist. “Maybe we need to shift closer to the edge!” I said after a few seconds knowing that each of them must be hardened from seeing me naked and from the cold of the water. “Your wish is our command, princess.” Maximilian who's got the greatest ego said, making me gush. So far, he's the world's richest among the werewolves and a friend of my dad which I recently got to realise. He's been keeping his friends a secret, not until the moment I saw his Pic in his photobook and he labelled

he purred before knocking softly on his door and slipping inside. Vic was sitting on the floor stretching when she heard a few soft knocks before Max entered and instead of getting dressed, he grabbed his phone from the small upright dresser sitting next to the door, letting the towel drop to the floor as his fingers flew across the lit-up screen in his hand. Vic tried not to let her eyes wander but there were only so many spots on the floor a grown woman could pretend to look at in the modest sized room without looking obvious. She pulled herself to her feet and turned away from Max at the same time. “Thanks for grabbing me some clothes,” she mumbled, and Max laughed behind his closed mouth

I watch Scarlett silently as she drops a covered document on my desk, smirks at me and walks out of my office. I shakily reach out to pick up the envelope and pull it open, they are a series of four photos in front of me and my heart drops at the pictures in front of me. I feel like I'm about to throw up at the pictures I'm staring at. In the first picture, Maxwell is laying naked on the bed, asleep with Scarlett standing over him, the next picture is of Scarlett laying on top of him, and the third is a picture of Scarlett kissing Maxwell with his eyes closed.

I pushed myself up onto my tiptoes to get a clearer view of the interior. The spectacle before my eyes caught my breath squarely in my throat. A completely naked woman was on all fours atop the leather sofa, her fingers gripping the backrest with white-knuckled intensity. Her long hair cascaded around her in a disheveled mess, whipping wildly in sync with the brutal rhythm of the man behind her. The man was wearing an oversized t-shirt, but his posture and build were unmistakably Roy’s. "Faster, Roy! I’m going to come... Aaahhh!"

He smirked, flipping his inexistent hair behind. "Dude, you are the horniest guy I've ever met, except Giovanni." She said, shuddered at the memory of him checking out the girls models in their lingerie when they were going to the ice cream shop. "She's damn hot! Wooh." He said, staring at the pic. "Gio, you getting a boner in front of the strangers." Max stated casually, with his hands in his pockets. "Fuck, I'm in deep shit!" He muttered and ran toward the convenience store to fix his 'thing'