Rayne Woods Nude Novels & Stories

I’d gagged quietly around him, tears pricking my eyes, pussy dripping down my thighs as he fisted my hair and used my throat like his personal toy. “And you should come looking extra good,” Gina went on, excitement bubbling. “It’s casual but sexy, if you know what I mean. Mr. Reynolds will be there in swim trunks, probably. God, I can’t even picture it without blushing. Wear something that shows off that body of yours—you’ve got nothing to hide.” My breath hitched. The thought of Troy in swim trunks, water sliding down those broad shoulders and carved abs, made my pussy clench hard around my fingers.

"Yes, but you're not sixteen with a subscription to Vogue." "I can see you in underwear if I buy a Vogue magazine?" Still close to my ear, he continues our whispered conversation. "You've seen me naked, Marissa." I stretch my eyes as far open as they'll go. "Yeah, but, Ryland, it's an underwear ad." "I'll pose for you tonight." He leans back in his chair apparently done even though I'm not. "Can I take pictures?" In a slow dramatic fashion, he turns back to me not moving the lower half of his body. "No."

"We need to talk, Kitty." Rayne smiled slowly, standing up and stripping out of her clothes quickly. "Talking is so overrated, Gard. We can do that later. Right now I have other needs." The sight of her naked body above him was a temptation that even a saint would have struggled to withstand. He was certainly no saint. His cock throbbed impossibly hard, his hands clenched in fists to stop himself from reaching out and exploring every inch of the creamy flesh she presented to him.

Jake explained. "I don't care. I don't want another female to see you naked." Rae huffed. "Baby it’s not like that." Jake denied. "Really? Ok fine. I'm going to walk around the house nude in front of the guys. And that shouldn't bother you right? Since you're all used to it? Having the guys see my nude body means nothing right?" Rae demanded. "Yes please." Kile replied. ——Punch——

Rye said. She looks at Rye and says that she's fine, but that when she saw him, it distracted her. Rye has a towel wrapped around his lower body, and he doesn't have a shirt on. What did she expect when he got out of the shower? She looked back, covering her eyes with her hand. She heard him chuckling. "Geez! I'm not naked, love. I'm just topless!" Don't need to close your eyes," said Rye. "Didn't you like what you saw?"

Rayne had s*x with the maid in rage like a feral beast and took a glance at Selene in the room. Rayne saw Selene turning his back to her while he fucked the maid, who didn't stop screaming as he devoured her whole like a beast. After several minutes of thrusting into the maid's cunt and he was still rock hard, he sent the maid out of the room and wore his pants. “You should rest well. See you tomorrow,” Rayne said in his deep baritone voice before shutting the door behind him. He looked down at his pants, and he was still rock hard.

Why on earth was she half-naked? "Why on earth would you make her stay naked!?" I snapped at Eleanor. "I wanted to downgrade her! She shouldn't feel strong! I had to break her!" I couldn't believe that I was listening to Eleanor. I felt like she was possessed by an evil demon. "Adrian, just take Rayne to the hospital now, she is dying," Olivia told me. I looked down at Rayne and saw how bad she looked, she was in a terrible state. Her head was rested on my chest as she lay silent in my arms. Her hair fell over her face, covering half of it. Small breaths escaped her blue busted lips that used to be naturally pink and soft.

The moment the chat app opened, my eyes widened in shock, and the breath caught in my throat. Shane had sent an outrageously hot selfie. In the photo, he stood shirtless in front of the mirror in his private home gym. It showcased his broad, sculpted chest, perfectly defined six-pack abs, and the prominent veins running along his arms. His entire torso glistened with sweat post-workout, his grey sweatpants riding tantalizingly low on his hips. Below the explicit photo was a caption written in an insufferably seductive tone. Shane: Just finished an intense workout session this afternoon, My Queen. All to make sure my stamina and performance are off the charts when I take you later.

Carena: We were in the woods, the safest ones we could find, when Sawyer began to undress. His shirtless body was incredible, and seeing him naked under the cloudy sky made my heart flutter more than ever. He didn’t break eye contact with me even as he removed his pants. I stood before him, watching every move he made. He then started to grimace and groan. I knew his transformation was beginning. As his bones cracked, I heard him yelp but bite his tongue to suppress his cries.

“And then you were swimming in your underwear. Did you even apply sunscreen?” “God, Spade. It’s not the 1950s. People swim naked. They dress in see-throughs with their nipples and asses out. And this is my body, my choice.” “Okay.” Piper raised her hands. “I think it’s my cue.” She got up and left the breakfast table. “Or you’re scared that if someone posts my naked picture online, it will reflect on your billionaire clean rep, or you being a Kross.” I sighed and shook my head. I couldn’t argue with an angry woman. Not Robyn. She was a piece of work when she was pissed.