Rachel Evan Wood Nude Novels & Stories

Rachel is lying naked on a bed, presumably her own, masturbating with a purple vibrator, as a woman moans through what is obviously a fake orgasm. My cock responds instantly as Rachel rubs the tip of the vibrator up and down against her pussy lips before slipping the entire length of it inside her pussy. Holy shit! I can't believe she has this unprotected video on her computer. It looks like she's alone, probably using the MacBook camera to record herself. For herself? For someone else? For uploading?

She obeyed. Rachel climbed the tub shivering slightly against the slight draft in the air. She heard Nate moving around in the room then the bathroom door opened and he walked in. Naked. Her eyes dropped to his huge cock bobbing, pointing angrily toward her. In spite of herself, she drew her bottom lip into her mouth. His body was lithe and powerful with tight rippling muscles. He was a beautiful man. Nate went about, unabashedly, turning and adjusting the water temperature then he turned to face her once he was satisfied with the temperature.

Her eyes were rolled so far back only the whites were showing, and her mouth was stretched in a silent, jagged scream of pure ecstasy. "F-fuck... Vio...!" she finally choked out, her internal muscles suddenly clamping down on my wrist like a hydraulic press. "I'm... I'm breaking!" Savannah leaned over us, her own breasts swaying as she gripped Rachel’s shoulders to hold her down. "That's it, mummy! Take every bit of her! Give us all that heat!" Then, it happened. Rachel went completely rigid, her back arching so high off the mattress I thought her spine might snap. A massive, hot wave of her release flooded over my hand, drenching my wrist and forearm in a thick, pulsing flow.

Evan Blackthorn finished with a final, hard thrust, lingering to kiss my neck. I was still catching my breath, watching in a daze as he rolled off me. The muscles of his back gleamed in the dim light. He walked naked to the floor-to-ceiling window and lit a cigarette. “I need a wife, Rachel.” I didn’t say anything. I just sat up and reached for the black dress pooled on the floor. It was the same routine for five years. After the pleasure, I was on my own. Get dressed, pretend we just finished talking business.

Each exchange is a bite, a promise, a war. The room shrinks, the outside world fades away. There is only the rain beating against the windows, and our bodies seeking to engulf each other. Raphaël pushes me toward the bed, his hands exploring my shoulders, my back, my waist, as if searching for a secret map engraved in my skin. I let myself be guided, but I choose the rhythm: I pull him to me, I force him to yield, I overturn his momentum by riding him.

Ravenna Roberts was on her knees in the center of the dark room, completely naked except for the tight black leather collar around her delicate neck. The faint red light from a lamp bathed her fair skin, highlighting the generous curves of her heavy breasts, her slim waist, and her large, round, perky ass that she kept slightly raised, like a silent offering. Her knees ached against the cold wooden floor, but the pain only made her pussy throb harder, already wet with anticipation.

Soon, he got to know… as they arrived at the pond, the secret hideout of Rachel and Jared. Rachael turned back to her human form, standing before Justin stark naked. Justin also turned into his human form, also standing behind her naked. “I’ve missed this place, never thought I would be able to behold the beauty of this waterfall ever again.” Racheal commented, sitting down on the bare ground, dipping her feet into the pond, her eyes staring at the waterfall. Justin stood behind her, and couldn’t get over the fact that she had become even more beautiful. Her entire body, dazzling before him.

She strode toward me with predatory grace, pushing me until I hit the edge of the bed. "R-Rachel," I stammered, my face heating. "What are you—" "My wolf came ready, see?" she purred, showing a small packet of contraceptive herbs between her teeth. My heart hammered. This couldn't be happening. Rachel Woods—powerful, beautiful, utterly beyond my league—couldn't want me. "I'm going to have you tonight," she declared. "Whether your wolf is ready or not." Her boldness shocked me but sent heat through my veins. No one had ever wanted me with such open desire.

I should sound the alarm. But no. It was Evan. Evan, naked and sweating, in the kitchen. No clothes! There was the outline of his shoulders, of his damp hair. And there was the strong back, each muscle glowing in the moonlight. So broad, so muscular. Narrow waist, powerful hips, strong thighs.

“Let me find you something.” I dug around for a minute before realizing... this wasn’t going to work. Rachel has curves I could only dream of. I’m five-five, blonde, average all around. She’s taller, fuller, and everything about her screams confidence. My clothes would barely qualify as a joke on her. Before I could say anything, I heard the sound of fabric rustling behind me. I turned around just as Rachel slipped out of her bra, completely unbothered. “Problem solved,” she said, crawling under the blanket in nothing but a thong.