Nichelle Nichols Nude Novels & Stories

Chapter 109 Nathan Nicole removed her top, and I quickly took off my shirt in response. Seeing her naked in front of me drove me wild. I was eager to feel her warm skin against mine. But I reminded myself to take it slow. It wasn't every day I got to see Nicole being so daring. Once she finished undressing, she settled onto my lap, placing her hands on my shoulders. She looked into my eyes, preparing herself as she began to lift her body.

NIKOLAI This girl did not dress modestly for bed. She was in a light pink, thin, loose tank top with a deep, plunging neckline. The soft brown nipple of one breast was openly exposed, and the other may as well have been too with how thin and sheer the material covering it was. My entire body locked up and heat punched through me. She was so beautiful I could barely breathe. I didn’t mean to look, but, for fuck’s sake!

Recognition flickered in my mind like a match striking in the dark. “You…” I took a step closer, my stomach twisting. “wow.” The man exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, it is actually funny,” she chuckled nervously and I glared at her. Nichole groaned again. “Okay, maybe. It is what you think.” I slowly turned to her. “So, you do have a half naked man hiding in your room?” Nichole sighed. “Technically, not hiding. More like… getting dressed when you barged inside the room”

She was nothing more than a whore to him, so she would do her 'job', and get the hell out of there and forget that Nicolas Andretti ever existed. Victoria rolled off her stomach and stood up, searching for her sad little torn black dress. She heard the bathroom door open, so she quickly shielded her naked body, using the remains of the dress as a towel. Nic strolled back into the living room, completely in the nude. Victoria tried her hardest not to stare. He seemed so comfortable being naked in front of her. Of course he would be, she thought. He's probably nothing more than a male slut, himself! She was sure if she stared long enough, she could find something wrong with his body, but from

“It will die down, and another scandal will take its place. But I think a break will do us good. Maybe a whole week away from here. Off the grid. What do you think?” “It doesn’t matter if we go away. Everyone has already seen this,” Nicole said, pushing the tablet away from her. He looked at the picture again. Even though it made him angry that the image was available for any horny bastard to see, it was the hottest fucking thing he had ever seen in his life. He could still feel her around him at the precise time she made that face as she started to tumble over the edge. But that moment had been for him, and only him. No one else was supposed to see Nicole like this.

She stood before me, fully naked, and for a moment, I couldn't resist trailing my gaze over her bare body. Nichole is no doubt a pretty lady, posses quite a great body and a flawless skin in addition. "Speechless, I see," she chuckled, drawing closer towards me. "You like what you see, don't you? I knew you would," she came to stand before me, her hands raised to my chest and caressed softly. "I know you treat me so badly because your grief for her has made you forget how good I take care of you in bed," she whispered. "Now, I'm going to help you recover that memory, I am here to take you on a trip down memory lane baby," she winked, tracing her hands to my trouser and grabbed my zipper.

“You need nude photographs to get a part in a movie these days?” She cut her eyes toward me. “He wants them.” “I’m sure he does.” I inhaled deeply. “But, Ashleigh…if you walked into McDonald’s looking for a job and the manager asked if you had any nude photographs of yourself, you’d probably knock his block off and call the cops. So what makes this different?” Her voice was quiet, almost dreamy. “Brad Pitt.” “Brad Pitt wants nude photographs of you?” “I get to do the nude scenes with him.” Ashleigh finished the wine in a single gulp, crossed back to the love seat, and flopped her petite figure onto it.

He gave me a side-eye, "Yeah, give him a chance to boast about it." Approaching him, I hooked my arm through his and groaned, "Let's just go now. I need a shower badly," because I was sweating profusely. Together we made our way toward our room and once inside, made a beeline to the washroom. Facing Nicholus, I tucked my lower lip between my teeth and nibbled on it sensually while sliding the spaghetti straps down my shoulders. As the dress pooled at my feet, Nicholus's eyes turned a shade darker as they traveled down my body. I stayed there, stark naked, as my mate took his time to ogle me shamelessly.

"No. 'we' are not, young lady. Nancy has asked Christine to pose for some tasteful topless pictures with Mitchell. We're going to be very careful to keep her nipples from being in any pictures. And before you ask, the answer is 'no', you cannot pose that way with Mitchell." Nancy was directing Mitchell and Christine as she shot picture after picture. She had Christine just touch Mitchell's chest with her nipples and look into his eyes, she had Mitchell wrap an arm around her smashing her breasts out so they bulged above and below Mitchell's forearm. Then Christine stood behind a seated Mitchell and leaned over him, pressing her nipples into his shoulder, but showing the rest of her breasts.

Slowly, her fingers found the knot of her robe. Nicklaus froze. The fabric loosened, slipping from her shoulders, falling to the ground. And there she stood, completely naked. The air in the room shifted. For a split second, Nicklaus’s breath hitched, his eyes flickered over her curves, not by choice but by instinct, the kind of instinct he despised in himself. She had a body that could tempt even the strongest man, and Nuela knew exactly what she was doing. “You remember, don’t you?” she purred, stepping closer, her voice like soft melody wrapping around him. “How many nights you reached for me, how you burned for me.”