Rebecca Benedict Nude Novels & Stories

She next sat on the bank and untied and removed her ankle-high boots and soft cotton socks, which she stuffed into her footwear. After looking around again and still seeing nobody, she unfastened her belt, unbuttoned the fly of her cutoffs, and pulled the tight garment around her ass and down her shapely legs. The shirt and shorts were hung on a handy tree branch, with her boots on the ground under them and her cotton panties were soon added to the other clothing. Completely nude and reveling in the feeling, the sexy young woman, Rebekah, stretched, flexed her shoulders, and started walking into the water.

The surrogate nudged Rebecca to bend each knee in turn as she slid off the sneakers and anklet socks, and pushed her pants off, leaving the girl standing before the three onlookers in nothing but her ribbed white tank top and matching white cotton bikini panties. Rebecca trembled a bit, more from excitement than from cold, but made no effort to cover herself. Ms. Cameron stood behind her and whispered in her ear. "You have such a beautiful body. Look at how hard your future husband's dick is as you stand here, nearly naked before him. He's anticipating your warm wet lips engulfing his thick shaft."

He pushed off his wet trunks, and now naked, he propped himself up on his bed with his laptop. The image came up just in time to show Brenda slip out of her bikini on the far side of her bed, facing Bryce's camera. His dick began to quickly expand as he took in the beauty of those gorgeous tits and the little landing-strip muff of pubic hair that adorned her pronounced pussy-mound.

A moment later, James swung it open for me. As I stepped inside, the scene that unfolded before me was equal parts shocking and enthralling. There, in the midst of the plush surroundings, was Conrad—my confidant and polar opposite. With his tousled blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, he bore a striking resemblance to a young Brad Pitt. His mischievous grin hinted at the playful nature that kept our friendship vibrant. But right now, he was fully engrossed, completely naked, entangled in an unrestrained display of passion with our mutual friends, Benedict and Benjamin.

Silence. Then a voice. Cold. Broken. — It's a bit late, isn't it? I close my eyes. I inhale slowly to give myself courage and I enter. She is there. Sitting at the edge of the bed. Wrapped in a blanket. Staring blankly. Her features drawn. Not made up. Not styled. Not masked. And she has never been so beautiful. Not because of the suffering. But because of the truth. She is real. And I come with my ruins.

*BE MY NAKED LOVE* *CHAPTER 3* Was she ready to go back and make more money? But having an enemy getting in the way of her peace. How about the mysterious man, would he want her naked again? She thought about all these but right now all she needed was a good long rest.

With one hand at the small of her back, William’s mouth latched onto Rebecca’s tender breasts as he gnawed and tugged at them until her skin was raw and red. Every touch was so intense that Rebecca had to bite down on her lip to keep herself from screaming. With his free hand, he untied his robe, letting it slip onto the timber floor, revealing his body in its naked glory. She could see his manhood, full and erect, calling out to her. Then he tugged at Rebecca’s pants, pulling them down her thighs, leaving her in her silky black underwear. In embarrassment, Rebecca quickly clamped her thighs, not wanting him to see how much she desired him.

A piece of her must feel disgusted knowing that the look is one of hungry lust from an immortal. “We’ll be down in a minute,” I promise. Beau tightens his jaw. It looks like he wants to say something else, and based on the look on his face, that ‘something else’ probably involves moving away from his new prize. Instead he gives a clipped nod and leaves. Rebecca rolls off the bed. There are a few deep bruises around her wrists and ankles from being held in captivity. They’ve had a few days to heal, however, and the color has deepened to a shade that’s reminiscent of a molded eggplant.

She’d faced the worst-case scenario. “Becca…You know why deep down. We should never have called it off. That kiss on the set proved that. I swear if that mic hadn’t moved in my field of vision when it did, we may have made love there behind that storage crate.” Rebecca’s hands stayed in her lap as she listened to Everett. Her eyes didn’t leave her hands as she wrung them. “I don’t do that, Everett, and you know it. I don’t like the idea of anyone seeing me naked, and I am not into making porn.” When Everett mentioned what he’d want to do, she reacted to her.

“Get the fuck away from here Zeus. I don’t want any fucking male around my wing. If I fucking smell one, he’ll be graving my torture room for the next month” “I’ll pass the message across” he bowed and turned away. I returned to the room and paused, my eyes widening in shock. Rebeccah had stripped out of her clothes. She sat in the center of my bed, naked. Her beautiful hair fell down her shoulders in waves. Her skin glistened, tempting me to sink my fangs into every inch of it. Her scent had gotten thicker, irresistible. My mouth watered as I walked towards the bed. I kept my eyes on her face even as she moved.