Rocky Barnes Nude Novels & Stories

I decided against interrupting her and just waited for her to finish instead. ”Oh…fuck, you so delicious little bitch!“ A male surly grunt jolted me into looking at my side. On the bar stool next to me sat a lanky man, who was naked, like literally naked. He was straddled by a red bimbo who rocked her hips expertly against his groins. Her hands were wrapped around his neck and her big boobs were squashed on his chest. She was having just a thin pink laced clothing around her waist. Other than that, she was as naked as the man.

"Okay, let's be honest with each other here. What's really going on? Why are you having such a freak out about getting your freak on?" If it hadn't been such a serious thing for Jessica, she would have snickered at the play on words from Bianca's mouth. "Because, who does that? I ran here because I had nude pictures get exposed, and I was so embarrassed that happened, but I'm perfectly okay with shucking every part of clothing off the top half of my body and letting Layne have his way with me on the side of the road? What the fuck is wrong with me?" "Nothing," Bianca told her softly. "Nothing is wrong with you. You want to know what I think?"

Now completely naked, my skin felt the cool air while my wet nipples shone under the light. Bryce peeled off his own shirt, his chest muscles flexing as the hair trailed down to his navel and over his cut abs, leading to that deep V at his hip bones. His cock tented his pants, straining hard. He stood at the edge of the bed and stripped fast. His pants dropped, revealing his thick, veined cock with a fat purple head. Pre-cum dripped from the slit, glistening as the heavy shaft bobbed. His balls hung low in a tight sack.

Richey lets out a low growl of possession. “That too, sweetheart. Take it all off.” Slowly, I obey. I unfasten my bra and let the cups slip off my arms before dropping the material to the floor. Then, I pull my panties down, letting the lace slip to the floor before stepping out and presenting myself nude for my handsome neighbor’s gaze. His blue eyes eat up my curves, loving their fleshy generosity. “Beautiful,” he rasps. “Absolutely gorgeous. But Rina, I want to see more than this. I want to see that pretty pink inside.”

She looked up at her son. "I...I guess," Benny replied. "Why don't you slip those pants and underwear off. Here..." Tiffany reached over and pulled Benny's underwear and pants completely off his legs as he stepped out of them at the same time. His dick wavered above her and his movement made it swing down onto her head as she stooped down. Taylor captured a perfect shot of his fleshy member briefly resting on Tiffany's crown. As Tiffany sat back up on the couch, Benny stood before her, naked from the waist down, his cock jutting out in front of her face. She adjusted the glasses on her nose with her middle finger.

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.

He told himself he was just curious. The door to the women’s locker room was slightly ajar. He pushed it open. Raven stood under the shower spray, completely naked. Water cascaded over her toned body, tracing every line of muscle and curve. Her breasts were full and heavy, nipples dark and tight from the cool water. Tattoos snaked across her ribs and down her strong thighs. She had a fresh split lip and a bruise forming on her cheekbone, but she looked more alive than any woman Lucas had ever seen.

She’s naked. Completely fucking naked.

CASSANDRA The day opens like a wound: clean, cold, beyond redemption. The neon lights hum overhead like flies that refuse to die. I rise before the alarm can summon me. The others are still asleep, heads pressed against their pallets, breaths uneven and heavy. I leave the cell in silence, the way one slips out of a church in the middle of Mass without disturbing the devotion. Rina is already waiting near the door. She smiles at me from the corner of her mouth, the way someone smiles at a bet already won.

And just like his father and brother, he was too built with lean muscle. After his shirts unbuttoned he pauses letting out a shaky breath, he looks to Julian one last time, in which Julian raises a brow. Hayes's eyes find the floor again as he slides off the black shirt letting it slip to the ground. His upper half now naked to rest of us. What I see devastates me, a feeling of nausea washes over me. Ugly red slashes cover every inch of the bare skin on his back. They are old but still look so so painful. The scars look mean and unforgiving, whoever did this had no remorse.