Nikki Cross Nude Novels & Stories

I hop from my seat, drop my phone beside my system and take a quick glance at my mate one last time, off I tiptoe to the door, click it open, and out I go. ~~~~~~~~~~ "You never told me you were coming tonight again, didn't you continue with your work again? Money is good, you know…" NIkki says, just as I open the door to Nikki's room, there she is, lying butt naked on her bed like she already knew I was coming. "OMG!" I flick my tongue as my eyes rest on them. This sight is so crazily hot that taking my eyes off those red ass cheeks is so difficult for me to handle. I'm try though, but I just can not.

I eject the disc and put in NST02. This one is Nicole. I flip through the stills and my cock starts throbbing looking at the close up of her creamy white mounds with their puffy pink nipples. The close ups of her wet pussy are amazing and makes me wish I'd had her undress today when I had the chance. Her puffy lips, streaked with moisture, are encircled by fuzzy brown hair that opens into a full triangular bush over her pubic mound. I'm more interested in the video and this one I want to watch from start to finish. It starts with Nicole completely naked on uncle Harry's bed. She's leaning against the headboard with her legs spread apart and uncle Harry is interviewing her, but is not visible

I sip, then casually, though graciously, dismiss Simon. Once alone, Nikki takes her flute into my suite. With her other hand, she selects a non-descript black box from the gift bag that has no logo stamped on it to identify where it’s come from. The sex club. She passes it to me, takes a deeper drink, then sets aside the glass to start stripping down. I settle into a chair alongside the fireplace, but her purpose is to make a production of her tease-show. And I’m enrapt. When she’s down to her red-satin-and-black-lace bra, a matching thong and high heels only, it’s not just fiery adrenaline pumping through me. My blood turns to magma. My nerve endings snap like livewires.

“There were photos of him in the Bahamas. He was with some girl. Cute, maybe, but she looked... normal.” The blonde snorted. “Definitely a fling. Nathan Cross doesn’t do relationships.” That one hit a nerve—but I didn’t bristle. I smiled. Low. Sharp. Deliberate. I turned slowly, my heels clicking like punctuation against the marble. Their chatter died instantly. Three pairs of eyes raked over me—sandals, sundress, barefaced. And yet... I still had their full attention. “You sound awfully confident for people guessing from behind a sales rack,” I said coolly, drifting toward them.

This place is kinda sick. She climbs on a pole and start straddling in near nudity save for the designed nipple clamp that's sparingly covering her areola, and the designed vibrator that's barely covering her lips and pussy. There's glitters in her body, heavy royal jewelry adorning her and a damn high heel on her feet.

A red that calls for biting and kissing. I take my bottle of perfume. A drop at the base of my neck. One on my wrists. One last, intimate, between my thighs. An invisible promise, a secret weapon. He’ll only have to come close to be ensnared. When I straighten up, I feel my legs shaking with excitement. I glance at my reflection one last time. It is no longer Tania, fragile and hesitant, standing there. It’s a woman ready to bend Lucas, the man every woman desires, but who is waiting for me, tonight.

Besides his shorts, Nick is completely naked. When he pulls them down, his long, engorged cock springs out. It slaps against his stomach before standing straight out, and pointing straight at me. I bite my bottom lip, feeling my body come back to life and the raging hard on he's sporting. At the same time, I'm pulled back against antonios hard body. His hard cock presses against me, with only our clothing separating us. “Tell me, my gorgeous girl, do you still want to go make cupcakes?”

Nika licked her lower lip as she eyed me from head down to toe after I slipped on the party dress that she had chosen for me. It's a silver sparkly backless dress with a plunging neckline that ends right above my thigh. "What are you wearing underneath that dress you, lil slut?" She asked mischievously. Hearing the word little slut from Nika sounds like a compliment rather than an insult. I looked down at my chest, subtly telling her to eye it too. Because of my small nipples, I can walk around braless with no one being able to tell because it would be barely noticeable, especially with the type of fabric that this dress that I am wearing and on top of that. The party will be held in a club,

Just as I stepped through the door, my phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down and squinted. No name. Just an unknown number. Hmm… Strange. The picture loaded slowly, then it appeared. My eyes went wide the second it came into focus. My hands shook so hard I almost dropped the phone. Nico was in it. He was naked, lying on his side. Nico’s eyes were closed. He looked like he was asleep. His arm was draped over a blonde‑haired woman, pulling her close against him. Her bare back was to the camera.

Her soaked clothes clung to her like a second skin, and her movements were fluid, almost sensual. Nick, arms crossed, watched her with a look that spoke volumes. His gaze lingered on her, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken tension between them. He didn't move, seemingly content to savor the moment, the anticipation building with each passing second. Noah's laughter echoed through the quiet morning, and she made sure her entire body was drenched, save for her face. She knew Nick could see the outline of her black underwear through the thin white shirt, and she reveled in the knowledge.