Peyton Royce Nude Novels & Stories

"Just a suggestion, but if you plan to come out here in the moonlight again you might want to wear something a little less, uh, flimsy than that T-shirt." Peyton looked down and felt herself blush to the roots of her hair. She hadn't expected to share living quarters, so she hadn't given a lot of thought to her wardrobe. She was wearing her oldest sleep shirt. When she looked down, she realized how thin it was, how worn after all these years. Her nipples poked at the fabric and stood out like giant gumdrops, and her purple bikini panties might as well not have been covered at all. "I, ah, I'm - "

Her other breast begged for justice as he brought it out and placed his mouth on it and his other hand massaging her other bud. Celestine closed her eyes and threw her head backwards, sweet soft moans left her mouth. Damien left her breast and kissed her hot lips again. He stopped suddenly and looked down at the panting little kitten under him. He removed his shirt and threw it away. His toned body was before Celestine's eyes. Something she had never noticed before. His sexy abs were before her and she was mentally counting them. His chest was broad and hard so were his muscles, there was no doubt that he worked out a lot. His muscles weren't to be exaggerated but they were just the perfect

The girl's naked body looks very seductive. .

Royce murmurs as he stands up. I don’t reply, making the mistake of looking him over the moment I realise he’s shirtless. Oh, fuck me now… He has the hottest body I have ever fucking seen and trust me, I’ve seen a lot… defined abs, a sharp cut V, tan sexy skin and every single ridge of his body is made to be devoured. I’d happily lather him with whipped cream and lick him clean. A familiar ache settles in my core and I find my gaze dipping to the front of those grey sweats that match the colour of his stormy eyes… The very clear shape of his package tells me he isn’t wearing any boxers underneath.

he said, voice gravelly. My pulse thundered. I shuffled closer on my knees, cuffed hands moving behind me as best I could to keep balance. Ryker unzipped his uniform pants and freed his heavy cock. It sprang out already half-hard, the silver Prince Albert piercing glinting in the moonlight at the base, nestled right where his trimmed pubic hair began.

Completely naked. What the hell?

She took a couple of deep breaths and finally dropped her arms to her sides, exposing what little I had yet to see. The front was as glorious as the back with even less material covering it. Masyn and I needed to talk about where this came from and who she'd been wearing it for at my house. I forced myself to look away when her nipples pebbled and her dark areolas showed through the white fabric. If that swimsuit did this to me when Peyton had it on, I'd never be able to hide my attraction to Masyn. Peyton was hot as sin, but even with her long hair now down in loose curls around her shoulders, she had nothing on Masyn. Masyn-who was latched on to Toby Hayes. Fuck me.

Peyton, meanwhile, slipped into a pair of well-fitted jeans and a pristine white t-shirt. Dressed and ready, Ava couldn't help but steal glances at Peyton. It was as if she was seeing him for the first time, not as a mere fixture in their shared life with Carver but as a distinct individual. Her gaze traveled over the broad expanse of his shoulders, down to the defined contours of his pectoral muscles and abs, faintly visible through the fabric of his shirt. The jeans hugged his thighs, showcasing their muscularity, and as he moved, she noted the grace and strength in his gait. Peyton had always been there, but in this moment, she truly saw him, the depth of his emotions, his raw physicality

Lily commented coming out of the bathroom dressed in tiny cut-off jeans and a tropical shirt that was unbuttoned, showing her lace bra tied together just under the fabric. "Thanks," I mumbled. Peyton walked out of the bathroom next, dressed in a long white maxi skirt with a slit up each leg and a strapless black crop top. "I'm so digging this whole operation," Peyton mumbled, a silly smile on her face. "Well that's good and all. The two of you ready?" I asked and they nodded. "Great. See you both in a few days," I told them and walked out of the door first. I went down to the parking lot, not many people were around, so my eyes scanned for a vehicle.

“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.