Peter Billingsley Nude Novels & Stories

His rough hand went under my dress, yanking hard as he removed my undergarments. "Ms. Jaeger, you Darlenian women are so tender. It's like I could squeeze you whole." Somehow, my lustful thought came pouring out, "I want you so much, too. You Aurelian men are so big and rough." Peter looked happy upon hearing this, and he suddenly took off his sweatpants. The thing I had been imagining for days was now right in front of me. I opened my mouth in surprise. I had never seen such length in my entire life. Peter's was bigger than average Darlenian men's, and I couldn't help shrinking and clenching my legs.

Bill approached, put his arms around me, and whispered, “Please, babe. I really want to show you off to my friends.” My mind raced. Is this real? Will he stop if I start? Will they like what they see? I’m 35, with three kids..my small breasts sag slightly. But the wine had worn off, and his eyes were sincere. “Do you still love me?” I asked. He assured me he did and promised no touching unless I wanted it. The guys stood around me, eyes hungry. Heart pounding, I slid my skirt down, revealing French-cut panties. “Spin around,” Bill said. They complimented my ass. Next, my blouse came off. One guy helped, his fingers brushing my shoulder, sending a spark through me.

"You sent your best agent and she messed up. Again!" Peter Billiard shouts while hitting the brown mahogany desk with his left palm that is covered in a black leather glove. His shoulders are tense and his face? I've never seen it so red! Oh boy. I seat quietly and watch everyone talk about my 'mistake'.

“You’re a nuisance of a husband. For a man who looks like he fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down, you’ve got some nerve talking about her looks.” Brian’s jaw worked. “She’s my wife.” I chuckled. “Ex wife.” I said. I swiped to the live feed. My bedroom, Billie in the center of my massive bed, tucked under black sheets, hair fanned across the pillow. Law on her right, shirtless, one arm draped possessively over her waist, smirking straight at the camera like he knew exactly who was watching. Leon on her left bare chested, tattoos stark against pale skin, head bent close to hers, murmuring something that made her lips curve in sleepy half-smile.

She felt extraordinarily painful, but it wasn’t bleeding at all. “Faster, Pete Darling… Aaahh… Deeper, Pete Darling…” sighed Wenny Kammal Lowie without any clothes, with her entirely nude body, shaking to and fro underneath Pete Jupiter’s body. “Aaahh… Wenny Baby… You’re so intoxicating… You’re really capable in sending me satisfaction, pleasure as well as intoxication. You’re perfect, Wenny Baby…” Pete Jupiter, also with his entirely nude, a little bit skinny, and perspired body, moved to and fro on Wenny Kammal Lowie’s body faster and faster. He carried on pumping and pumping to chase after his climax which had been drawing to a close.

His eyes moved to Adrian , who gave him that knowing smile…One that screamed that tonight was finally the night of tipping over the edge they’d all been holding in for months. Peter peeled off his shirt first, then shoved his jeans and boxers down in one go. He stepped out of them and straightened, completely bare now, cock standing proudly. Maria’s bit her lower lip. He was big and it ignited this insatiable feeling in her that needed to be sated.

She knew Bill was an outstanding partner in s*x but she never expected him to have this kind of equipment in his bedroom. "Tonight, whether you like it or not, you are gonna be mine." His mysterious dark eyes were pierced to hers. He was not asking her permission but he was already declaring what would happen that night. After his words, he calmly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. His sexy muscled body flaunted in front of her. Then he took off his pants and undies. He was all naked in front of her. She closed her eyes not wanting to see his nakedness.

“So… I’m not the bad guy here.” Soloman looked firmly at Peter, “See, those easy type of women you like, I could easily ignore.” “Hey, I tell you when they come dressing down for you, and naked with those breasts dropping… one can’t help but get hard.” Peter was drooling as he talked about it. “And BAM just shove it in and it’s a cracking night!” “Eww. Gross.” Peter grinned. “Got to taste them all, man.” “No thanks. I don’t want to catch anything.”

What a coincidence? Her mouth hangs open in surprise; she was unable to will her eyes to blink. He was like one of those white sculptures in Paris, chiselled in total and amazing perfection. "I think someone likes my boxers," Peter said in a teasing tone between charming smiles. She shook her head in a child-like manner "No, it's more about what is lying beneath!" "Who thought you would be this nasty?" he said striking a post like those male models on the cover of a pure pleasure magazine - with one hand at the back of his head while the other slowing drawing down the boxers from one angle.

“Shit, Mia. You’re right. That feeling of possession we had with him was because he is ours.” Peter takes me in his arms and carries me to the bathroom. When we got there, he had the tub ready with warm water. Delicately, he ran the sponge over every part of my skin. He washed my hair and then dried me. I literally felt like a doll. Then he took me to the room and I see the boys are getting dressed. I open my eyes wide, looking at them. I sit up in bed and can’t help but bite my lower lip. William approaches me shirtless, showing every muscle of that toned body. His tan skin, still damp from the shower, tempts me, as he says, “Doll, if you keep biting your lip, I’ll have to fuck you again.”