Rayne Woods Nude Novels & Stories

There was nothing like live p**n. Chase McKay rested his shoulders against the cheap headboard, taking a long pull off his beer as he settled in for the show. The naked blonde with the huge rack balanced on her knees, head thrown back as the naked brunette, with an equally impressive set of double D’s, feasted noisily on her nipples. When the blonde—Lanae, or was it Renee?—grabbed the brunette’s head, trying to force her to take more of her nipple into her mouth, the brunette—Leah, or was it Gia?—smacked her ass.

Then I hear someone whisper from behind, “She’s sitting next to him.” Another person gasps softly and my heartbeat picks up. What’s going on? I glance sideways again...and that’s when I notice it. The tattoos peeking from under his long sleeves and wrapping around his wrist like dark vines colorfully and dangerously. My breath catches. Wait. No. It can’t be but the more I look, the more certain I am. The hair.. the eyes and the tattoos. It’s him! It's Ryan fucking Blackwood!

Finally, Rayan let go of me, pushing the rest of his clothes aside until he stood naked at the edge of the bed, breathing hard, his boy fully on display. My eyes couldn’t help but roam from his sculpted chest down over his abs to below his waist, where his thick, hard length stood, ready to take me. It was the first time I saw his c*ck up close, and by the Goddess, I wasn’t sure it would even fit inside me. My eyes widened, and my lips parted without me noticing. “What is it?” his voice snapped me back, his tone in a taunt. “Scared?” “Yeah right.” I laughed mockingly, refusing to admit what my face had already betrayed. “You’re going to need a lot more to scare me.”

Rayne exchanged another look with me before she looked straight into the cameras "We kept it a secret mostly because we didn't know how to drop the news that my name is not Lila Adams but Rayne Williams" she broke the news and I observed how the reporters were shocked at the news. The area fell silent for a moment, as if the reporters were collectively holding their breath and trying o process what in heaven's name she has just said then all of a sudden, the spell they were under broke at the same time and questions started flying up and down, "Rayne Williams? As in, the daughter of the owner of Star Struck?"

Riley’s moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing off the studio walls. Elena pulled her fingers free only long enough to strip Riley’s leggings down her legs. Riley stepped out of them, completely naked now, skin flushed and glistening. Elena’s eyes darkened with hunger. She shrugged out of her own leotard in one fluid motion, revealing full breasts with dark nipples and the smooth curve of her hips. A neatly trimmed patch of dark hair framed her glistening sex.

Avery stood on the concrete in her tiny red bikini, goosebumps rising on her tanned skin despite the heat. At twenty-two, the college volleyball player was used to being looked at, but the way Ryan watched her made her stomach flip. Ryan, thirty-four, tall, broad-shouldered, and still in his turnout pants and red suspenders, stepped closer with a bottle of baby oil in his hand. “Need a little shine for the camera,” he said, voice low and rough. “Can’t have you looking dull next to all this red.”

It was a picture of me standing naked in front of Ryan, but how he got that picture. I did not see him take a picture. Oh God, he got a nude of me. I blushed, and I am freaking out. Please, I wrote, do not show. anyone that picture." Then I saw another upload on my phone in a text message. I gasp, I looked around, making sure the girls were asleep." Thank God they were." It was another picture of me sitting on Ryan's face, and I have his cock inside my mouth." Oh no! Please, Lord, this is. bad dream. Nope. It's real.

Obviously a name crafted for performance and seduction. Shawn Shadow dropped to his knees, grinding against the stage floor in ways that mimicked real intimacy. It was like a live version of Magic Mike, the film Jeff and Deewee once watched in his dorm room. This guy was clearly a professional. No wonder the room felt like it was about to combust. He turned back to TeeCay, and nearly choked on his drink. Her glass was already empty! “What happened to your drink?” he half-yelled over the music. “Gone,” she shouted back, her eyes still fixed on Shawn.

“So I’ll—” My phone vibrates, and I tune out Ray’s words as I shuffle for it. When I open it, I regret it instantly. Another picture of Wren and I, but this is from the initiation night. We were at the shed with the bikes. I swallow. I’m kneeling between her legs, the tattoos on my knuckles are obvious, and so is her hair, bright even in the dark. It’s not news what we’re doing. For the first time, I don’t ignore these pictures anymore. My fingers type out just one question.

"Even if I draw every mound of flesh on your body, it still wouldn't look as beautiful as that image you broke. You're damn ugly! But probably, this completely nude image would fetch more dollars for me, seeing how clean down there is " Ray muttered , his back facing me while he was busy painting on a large board. I still couldn't get his words straight until I tried to raise my head a bit. My eyes caught a glimpse of the painting and....it was me. He was sketching and painting the image of me lying there in my nudity!