Paige Turco Nude Novels & Stories

She was wrapping her blanket around her body. Wait is she naked? I thought in shock. I zoomed in on the picture and my eyes almost jumped from my eye socket. I see Gage laying next to her and still asleep as he faced his back to her. He was also topless too! Why I knew it was Gage? His tattoo on his sleeve is way obvious. You promised me you won't do this again, Gage. You promised! Fuck you!

It was a casual, unedited picture taken at some high end tropical resort. Jace was completely shirtless, standing on a deck with a pair of dark sunglasses on. His body was an absolute masterpiece of hard, cut muscle washboard abs, deep v-lines disappearing into his low hanging swim trunks, and massive, thick arms that looked capable of snapping a person in half. His dick print in that swimming trunk was... Gosh.. A sudden, overwhelming wave of pure, unchecked lust hit me like a physical blow. I couldn't control it anymore. The heat in my chest turned into an agonizing, throbbing ache between my legs that demanded to be answered.

And standing right there in the middle of the plush rug, fresh out of the shower, was Luca. My breath completely left my lungs. My jaw dropped open. He was completely, entirely bare—except for a single, stark white towel slung incredibly low around his wide hips. The thin fabric was hanging on by a thread, exposing the sharp, lethal lines of his V-cut. His massive chest and rock-hard abs were completely bare, glistening with stray water droplets that were slowly sliding down his tan skin. His dark hair was dripping wet, plastered messily against his forehead, and his silver watch was sitting on the nightstand.

I climbed down from the bed and walked to the desk, on the screen was Paige. Cristela walked out of the bathroom with a hand towel, some parts of her face was still wet. “Paige." I told her stretching the phone to her. She was reluctant to take it. “Hello…" Cristela said dropping the phone on the desk and turning on the loudspeaker. “Hey Cee." Paige said. Cristela was quiet. “I'm calling be-because I saw….I was scrolling through I*******m and saw your picture…Ancho announced you as their new model." Paige said.

I turn my head sharply to peer out the French doors. Well, Nico is no longer among the missing, because there he is, laying back on a lounger. I can see him through the greenery in the landscaped planter. He's in his bathing suit and shirtless. Those pecs and abs that tantalize me almost constantly now are on full display. But what's worse is that Nico's bare chest is being enjoyed by an up-close audience of one . . . a beautiful woman who, from what I can see from this vantage point, is wearing a barely-there bathing suit herself.

From it, she took out a cigarette and lit it. Paige turned over towards the bar now, her chin cupped in her hands while Dakar Ausborn, who was dishing out instructions earlier, stepped aside to answer a phone call. Paige's eyes rested on Bralle for a few seconds but she obviously didn't recognize the other lady which was quite understandable. Who would even recognize her under such tinted celebrity pocket-unfriendly glasses she had on. Not to mention the fake hair and annoying red lip stain. Her bikini was attention seeking but she had no doubt that her appearance was still classy and expensive-looking enough to attract just members of the upper class.

She glanced at him in surprise. And an embarrassing situation she got herself in, she is on top of him, with nothing to cover her up. She is naked and he is also naked. Her butt is closer to his...oh my gosh. And more embarrassing situation, while she was hitting him, her big peaches were swaying around giving him a very wonderful view. 'what is wrong with you Paige? What the heck is wrong with you! Why did you have to embarrass yourself so much in front of him?' she thought to herself in shame.

My body was thick with sweat as I thought about how I could loose Paige. But then, it was all for nothing because she was dancing right in front of the mirror, naked. And, all I could do was just watch as her soft breast and curvy hips moved. Her red hair was wild, and untamed. She was beautiful in ways that it was a crime. She was not lean, but thick, every single place. My dick snapped to life in pleasure, wanting to taste her like it was used to. The fact I knew every part of her body, and how her breast seemed bigger when in your hand, and the sound...

They were standing, holding drinks in their hands, looking like they were at a party. The next photo showed the blonde woman sitting on a couch. This time she was naked, her legs spread, and her pussy was shaved like it said in the ad. The third photo showed Greg. He was sitting on a deck chair by a swimming pool, naked as well, his erect cock flat against his belly.

It must be the vodka. Has to be the damn thing really kicking in now. Because my eyes won't stop roaming eover very mouthwatering piece of this man's body. And that's when it hits me. This man is almost nude— save the tattoo perfectly sitting on his chest, flexing his abs and pectorals. Other than that, it's just a tiny towel wrapped around his waist, looking like it might snap loose at the slightest movement. Holy hell, I'm so freaking done for! Is this Lyra girl not just a stripper but a whore?