Remy Richards Nude Novels & Stories

Of course Christie was going to say that, she didn't know about the whole mortification scene that involved the both of us at work today, if not I'm sure she wouldn't even be thinking of Mr Richardson and I together. There was one picture of him coming out from a private looking swimming pool, one of the crazy paparazzi probably took it when he wasn't aware because in the picture, he was walking out from the pool with half his body still buried in the blue water from the waist downwards. His whole body was wet, water dripped down from his hair which looked so slick and stuck to his head in the picture, it's probably courtesy of the water. Also, oh my lord, his chest and rock hard abs... I ha

Madonna brought out her handkerchief and wiped her face. "I am sorry for her daughter losing her job. And I cannot blame her. When she is around a handsome man like Master Richard, who wouldn't him, except me, because I do not like him." "Coughs!" The sound of someone coughing at the stairs snapped me back to reality. As Madonna and I swiftly turned to look at the living room stairs, Richard stood there, shirtless in only his black shorts. He didn't even wear his robe. Seeing his broad chest made my thighs clench as I remembered how he had pulled me closer to him the previous day.

I don't want him getting false hope of sex happening, but I don't want to be alone either. I nodded, and slipped into the shower, rinsing the tree leaves and grime from the floor off me. I put on some black sweats and a sports bra this time underneath a tank top. Remy stripped out of his t-shirt, and waited by my door, a picture in his hand. "You kept this?" I glanced at the group picture of us in my apartment. Lucas stood over me in a muscled pose, while Ash jumped in the background. And Remy—he stared at me from the corner of the room with a half-smile.

The photo they showed was of Vice on his morning run, and he looked f-king sexy, all sweaty, and not at all withdrawn though they had tried to alter the colour of the picture to imply it. “I knew that if B1 and B2 were here, you would come with them.” Mirage froze. She felt as if someone had run an ice cube along her spine. Her heart was a hard, insistent beat against her ribcage. “What are you doing here, Richard?” Mr Rich had seen better days, she thought. She could smell the alcohol on him, and sour body odour. His clothing had been slept in at least once, and his cheeks wore a week’s worth of stubble.

Tyler followed close behind, already pulling his shirt off, revealing his athletic, ripped body. Ryan lay down on his back on the huge bed, completely naked now. His thick, heavy cock stood straight up, veined and throbbing, the head shiny with pre-cum. He grabbed my hips and pulled me over him. “Come here, Mia. Sit on my cock. Let me stretch that pretty pussy again.”

A violent tremor ran through Richy’s frame, and he wrapped his arms around himself, nails digging into his biceps before he gave one tight nod. Jax’s jaw tightened. “Did he touch you beyond the exam?” Another nod. Richy’s breath hitched. “He… he f-fucked me," he stuttered. “On the table. He just… he kept going. I couldn’t…”