Remy Richards Nude Novels & Stories

My whole body convulsed, toes curling, vision blurring as the pleasure peaked. I was still riding the aftershocks, fingers buried inside myself, chest heaving, when a low, rough voice cut through the room like a whip. “Sara.” My eyes flew open. Richard stood in the doorway, still wearing his gym clothes, a tight black tank top soaked with sweat that clung to every ridge of his extremely hot, muscular body, gray shorts hanging low on his hips. His gym bag was dropped at his feet. Those eyes were locked on me, dark and intense, taking in everything—my spread legs, my dripping fingers still knuckle-deep in my pussy, my flushed face, my hard nipples poking through my tank top, and the phone besi

He’s gorgeous. He lifts Paige’s top over her head, leaving only her pale pink bra behind. I watch her perfect breasts rise with her breaths, and my hands itch to cup them, to squeeze them as my mouth wraps around her nipple, but I don’t move. I force myself to sit back and watch as Remy strips every piece of clothing from her beautiful body until she’s completely naked. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he steps back to admire her. “She is,” I answer him. “Now take off his shorts, Paige, let me see him too.”

Then I heard a grunt from the side of the cabin and I turned, my cheeks flushing at the sight of him. Because Remy was on the rug, shirtless. And doing push-ups. Muscles that definitely did not exist when I knew him as the lanky shy kid, rippled throughout his back, an unfamiliar spread of ink over his skin glistening with sweat. Holy fuck. As the stupid hormonal woman who wasn't still over her ex, I stared. “Oh, for fucks sake…” I muttered under my breath. He paused mid-rep and he slowly looked up, our gazes locking.

A video in which the woman is nude and has a camera connected to her body. Seeing as how Remon is lying in bed unconscious, it's hard to argue that he's not awake. "Wake up, sleepy head," the girl in the video said sultrily, "give me five minutes, sweetheart, and I'll make your knees weak." As soon as I couldn't move anymore, I went to bed, where all of the commotion in the room appeared to fade away, and all I could hear was the voice in the video. Why do I need to see it?

He was already hard. “Like this?” he asked, voice husky. “Or do you want me to lose the briefs too?” “Keep going,” I breathed, surprised by my own boldness. “Slow. Like my favorite requests.” Richie smiled, pleased. “There is the SassySiren I know.” He pushed the briefs down and kicked them aside. He stood completely naked in front of me, stroking himself lazily with one hand. “Better?” I nodded, thighs pressing together. “Much better.”

I knocked softly on his door, trying to steady my breathing. A husky, sleepy voice answered from inside. “Come in.” I pushed the door open gently. Richard was still lying on the bed, propped up slightly against the pillows. His eyes were barely open, heavy with drowsiness. And he was naked. The sheet had slipped low on his hips, revealing the strong lines of his chest, abs, and the tempting V that disappeared beneath the fabric. My eyes widened for a split second before I quickly forced them up to meet his gaze.

Her thumb hovered over the screen, then she pressed play. The footage wasn’t too clear but unmistakably, it was her-her naked body pressed against the library shelves with Richard’s body moving against her, her moans muffled by his hands.

Arini wanted to immediately get in and feel the fresh water of the pool. Because of Arini's behavior, Richard responded with a thin grin. Don't ask the contents of his head anyway. What he saw now was that Arini didn't need to wear her clothes anymore. Naked in front of him, in the pool. But there was no way that could happen, right? He took off his T-shirt immediately, throwing it in the direction of the room, leaving Arini stunned in disbelief. Especially when he pulled down the pants that he had managed to remove the hook and buckle. Leaving Richard in just his boxers.

With that, he disappeared into the distance, leaving me alone with my thoughts and a growing sense of anticipation. "Regina…" I heard Richhard's voice and I turned my head, only to see him in his human form wearing only his pants, standing before me with a mischievous grin. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment as I quickly averted my gaze, feeling a mixture of surprise and curiosity about what he had in store for me next. "Sorry, I can't find any shirts," Richard said sheepishly, his grin widening. I shook my head, turning my gaze at him, staring at his body glistening with sweat from the long run. His sculpted muscles glistened under the moonlight, making it hard for me to tear my eyes away

I wasn’t going to sit around like some obedient, neglected girlfriend while my man played Mafia with Ricardo. Matteo was out. Fine. But Ryan and I? We were leaving with him. I reached Ricardo’s door and knocked, my pulse pounding with frustration. "Come in," came the muffled response. I pushed the door open… and froze. Oh. My. God. Ricardo stood in the middle of the room, completely naked, his back to me. And… holy shit. His dick was massive. For a second, my brain short-circuited. Then, as if finally realizing he wasn’t alone, Ricardo turned around, his brows furrowing.