Mileena Kane Nude Novels & Stories

Krista exclaimed in well-acted shock. "Just some pictures I had laying around. I thought maybe it was time they saw the light of day." I reached down to the pile of pictures at Donna's feet, pulling out a truly damning picture. In it Donna was leaning back in a hot-tub, her arms stretched across the back, eyes closed. Her breasts were well up out of the water, and her nipples were clearly hard. Krista was standing between her legs, and leaning towards her, naked as the day she was born, her delicious ass just hovering at the top of the water.

Shaking, I snatched up my phone, pulled up that second-hand app, and shoved the screen in his face. "What's the deal with this? You posted this picture? And these comments, what's the story?!" There on the screen, words blinking back at us: Adrian 'The Butcher' Kane. Jeffrey took a quick look and burst out laughing. "Come on, it was just a stupid dare I lost with the boys. It was all in good fun!" "All in good fun?" My voice spiked with panic. "You plastered my picture all over the internet, telling everyone our door's wide open? Jeffrey, have you lost your mind?

She was prepared, and just as she heard the door open, she was timing it to coincide with the time she was lowering her ass to the floor for a squat. “W-wh-what is going on?” Kane was almost choking. In his shock, he had swallowed the water in his mouth, and some had gone down the wrong pipe. "Oh, hey, Kane.” Ariel mewled in the sexiest voice she could muster. This was unlike her, but she was fluttering her eyes and pouting her lips, loving the way his eyes seemed to dart everywhere as if looking for where to settle, but couldn’t find any. She could imagine what he was seeing. She was dressed in the tightest sports bra she owned, which exposed more than it should cover; hell, her girls were

Kyle was still watching boring soccer, so I got my stuff and headed for the shower in my robe. There was one other girl in there, about Kyle's age. Nude, getting ready to shower, and not the least shy. Mid five foot, and she had an amazing body. I've never seen a woman naked. I mean in p**n, but not in real life. This girl was perfect. Curvy, tall, big, I mean BIG breasts, a shaved pussy, and no trace of tan lines. Wow. Blonde hair and blue eyes, of course. I felt like a turd on a plate next to filet mignon.

Today was no different. Kane stood at the front of the lecture hall in a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up to expose strong forearms, his deep voice commanding attention as he explained corporate responsibility. Most students scribbled notes. Lila sat three rows back, legs parted under the desk, the thick dildo buried deep inside her dripping cunt on its lowest setting. The remote was tucked in her hoodie pocket. Every time Kane’s eyes swept the room, she bumped it up one level. Her cheeks were flushed. Her nipples poked obscenely against her thin white crop top. She was biting her pen so hard the plastic cracked.

I quickly turned the screen away, but a dark smirk grew on my face. It was a very dirty picture. Milo had taken a picture of himself in the shower. He had no clothes on at all. And he had sent it directly to Talia two nights ago. "He sent her his nude pictures," I said, a dry laugh escaping my mouth. "He actually sent her dirty videos too." "That is disgusting!" Maya gagged, still covering her eyes. "Why are you laughing?" "Because," I smiled, "he just gave me a giant weapon." "What do you mean?" she asked, peeking through her fingers.

Keegan had no choice but to put his phone on speaker. Aldor said, "Mrs. Kane, does this Kayla Wilson have a mole on her eyebrow and wear multiple bangles when she goes out as if she wants everyone to know she's rich?" "Yes, yes, yes. That's her. Aldor, do you know who she is?" Aldor chuckled, "She's the daughter of Mark Wilson. I do not personally know her, but Mr. Kane worked with his company before, so I did some background research on their family."

Julianne said, taking the seat opposite him, she crossed her legs and placed her hands on her chin, staring at him. "What do you want? You have made your point at the meeting room and have made a fool of myself." Arthur ignored her earlier words. "You made a fool of yourself the moment you raped me, stole my dignity and pride, rejected me, and chased me out of your pack," Julianne said through gritted teeth. "The second time I am hearing it today, can I have my peace and live in guilt you as you have bestowed it upon me?" "Well, to shame your enemies and grant the one thing you desire, I accept to mate with you and be your Luna. And mind you, I am doing this for Antonia and nothing more." Ju

The heat of his hands under her shirt. Elena bit her lip, hard, trying to derail that particular train of thought before it went somewhere inconvenient. It didn't work. She grabbed her laptop from her desk, opened it, typed before she could talk herself out of it. ‘Noah Kane’ into the search bar. Hit enter. His social media popped up immediately. The profile picture was him leaning against a brick wall somewhere, hood up, face half in shadow. Typical. Mysterious and brooding and annoyingly effective. She clicked through to his page.

My moans get louder, ah, ah, right there, please, oh fuck, and he withdraws again. Three times. Three denials. Each one leaves me wetter, more desperate, tears of frustration pricking my eyes. By the time the SUV crunches onto the gravel drive, my inner thighs are glazed and shining and I’m shaking so hard I can barely walk. The cabin is glass and dark wood. The lake glitters under moonlight. The door shuts and the air changes, heavy, charged, electric. “Strip,” Kane orders. I pull the dress over my head. Naked. Trembling. Nipples so hard they ache. My pussy visibly glistening, swollen lips parted, clit peeking from its hood, wetness dripping in a thin line down my inner thigh.