Nick Jonas Nude Novels & Stories

The room was silent except for the heavy thumping of the Atlantic against the cliffs below. Jonas stepped forward. He didn’t look at my face; he looked at the slick mess coating my thighs. He stood at the foot of the bed, naked and hard. He reached down and gripped his own cock, rubbing it so fast that it made the veins on his forearm stand out. He spat into his palm, slicking himself with his own saliva, and started pumping his dick harder. He was close to the edge before he even touched me. A low groan escaped him as thick pre-cum leaked from the head of his cock, dripping onto the floor. He climbed onto the bed without a word. There was no foreplay. He didn't touch my skin with his hands

Wow, I didn’t know Jonas hired crybabies to guard his territory. With trembling hands, they open the door for me and I am greeted by a slightly exasperated Jonas in a fluffy white bathrobe. His hairy chest is peppered with confetti and he’s got nothing but his birthday suit on underneath. A naked brunette stands behind him nibbling his earlobe. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that she’s high on crack.

Jason Jason stood in the communal shower, water cascading over his tan, muscular frame. His body was a vision of strength and athleticism, tall and broad-shouldered, with every muscle clearly defined from hours in the gym. His short, dark hair clung to his head, droplets trailing down his neck and across his toned chest, highlighting the veins along his arms. The light glistened off his smooth, wet skin, making his already imposing physique even more striking.

No shame. The three of them stripped in the communal area under the watchful eyes of passing inmates and a couple of guards who simply smirked and kept walking. Marcus Kane arrived moments later, uniform jacket unbuttoned, revealing the hard planes of his chest. “Line up,” he ordered. Jax stood between Rico and Darius, all three naked and already half-hard. Marcus started with Rico... soaping the muscular Latino’s body himself, thick hands sliding over tattoos, down his back, then spreading Rico’s cheeks to wash his hole. Rico moaned openly, pushing back against the Warden’s fingers.

PART THREE: Jon leaned against the weight bench, his thick thighs spread, sweat glistening on his dark, muscular chest. His shorts were already unbuttoned, exposing the curve of his cock and the soft, slick heat between his legs. Jake—lanky, pale, and nervous—stood frozen, his gaze flickering between Jon's face and what lay beneath. "Never seen one before?" Jon's voice was deep, amused. He hooked a finger under Jake's belt, tugging him closer.

*BE MY NAKED LOVE* *CHAPTER 2* Approximately one hundred and sixty three days left, Lance had raised just three thousand dollars from the coffee shop and selling some of the possessions he owned. Vanessa still hadn't made a penny to bring home. Later that night she headed up to the biggest club in the town THE NEXUS. On arriving there , she met the female lead stripper Selma who was amazed by Vanessa's physical appearance and instantly knew she would be a top watch by the men.

Nicki asked as she wore her pink and hairy headset on her neck. She was dressed in her usual baggy trousers and big jacket, but this time the baggy pants and the jacket were pink and hairy as her headset. The jacket has a rabbit ears on the cap, while the crop top she wore inside was also pink but not hairy, to go with pink Snickers. Finally silver was out,she was wearing a crop top with a white mini skirt and a high boot, and she packed her hair with a white ponytail. " Do you really wanna sleep in the dressing room?" Nicki asked and silver chuckled

I try to slide down and out of the truck without flashing anyone my bits but before I can make my way down Max is there with his hands around my waist helping me down gently. “Come on, don’t listen to all the bullshit gossip. I think you look amazing today and I want to be seen with you.” “Ma-Alpha, that isn’t necessary I know being seen with me will hinder your credibility and I don’t want that for you.” “Please Josie, just call me Max. For now, when it is just you and me, I have told you to just call me Max. If we are around other people, I understand why you want to call me Alpha, but please. It makes me feel odd when you call me Alpha.”

“I know you think you’re protecting him. But Ivy… look at yourself. You’re shaking. You’re crying every night. You’re jumping at every knock. Cassian came here. He got inside your room. He got inside you again. And you’re still thinking about him. Still feeling him. Still hurting because of him. If you stay here alone, he’ll keep coming back. He’ll keep pulling you into that black hole. And one day you might not climb out.” Jonas kept going. “Noah already knows everything. The videos. Cassian. The way you left. The way you’re hurting. And he’s not running. He’s not judging. He’s waiting. Not because he has no choice. Not because he pities you. Because he loves you. The real you. The messy yo

She cradled Jonas' body to keep him from falling to the floor, and with difficulty they landed on the sofa. “Argh.” Jonas murmured, holding his head. His eyes were closed and he looked very disheveled. “Jon?” Nadine called as she patted Jonas' cheek, trying to wake him up. “Jonas? Are you okay?” But Jonas was in no condition to answer any questions. He just moaned as if in pain and Nadine took a deep breath. “You're drunk.” The strong smell of alcohol and the chaos were more than enough for Nadine to draw conclusions. Jonas was drunk, and whether she liked it or not, her concern surfaced.