Ross Lynch Nude Novels & Stories

he demanded. Having fully understood the purpose of the room she was in, Lila had worn the bare minimum today. It took no time to remove her crop top and toss it toward the door, followed by her sneakers and black yoga pants. She was horribly shy about standing before the wolf of her dreams in the nude, but that had everything to do with Thorne and his lurid gaze and not all that much to do with the nudity itself.

"What do you mean, I fell asleep?" River sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You zonked out right before we were about to do it. You don't know how miserable I was that night. You turned me on to death, but then you passed out. At the last second.” He said that last sentence with great emphasis. I scowled at him, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I don't remember that, though,” I said. He then rolled his eyes. “What?” I chuckled. "That night, I, the River Lynch, had to touch myself in the bathroom because I was desperately trying to prevent myself from fucking a woman who had passed out."

“I’m glad that you learned the lesson but right now, I want you to remove this stupid thing so I can suck your dick.” He slid backwards off the other man’s lap and held back a giggle at the speed with which Yael removed his own belt. He paused for a moment as though considering something before standing and shucking off the rest of his clothing, leaving him standing completely naked in front of Lynan. Eyeing the large monstrosity that was Yael’s cock, he gestured for the other man to sit back and he did so without an inch of shame or embarrassment. In fact, dark green eyes stared down at him intently and Lynan wondered if Yael had spent as much time fantasizing about this as he had.

Lily's brows drew together in confusion. For a second, she refused to believe what she'd just heard was what Richard said, because last she checked, the only person that had seen her body was William. And perhaps Aaron. But that was beside the point. The point here, was that she'd never been the type of girl to go around sending nude pictures, so how the fuck, was one trending now?! "My nude pictures?" She asked, wanting to clarify. She couldn't see Richard, but she could already tell that he was nodding. The sound of feverish typing against a keyboard followed his voice.

Lyle's face twisted in horror as he watched Nath unbuttoned his trousers. “To be on the safe side….” Nath leaned over and snatched the phone from Lyle's weak grasp and quickly took a picture of his roommate's bare ass. He sent it to himself. He droped the phone and winked at Lyle. “A little assurance just in case you want to go broadcasting our little adventures.” “What adventure?” asked Lyle in a shaky voice. “This one,” said Nath, revealing his very long, very thick cock. “No!” “Yes, Lyle boy,” Nath said and moved closer. “I have to see how it feels. Is it as tight as a pussy? More enjoyable?”

“Garan, I understand. He seduced you, didn’t he?” President Hatch interrupted her words. He glared coldly at Rodney who was not wearing a shirt and had wet trousers. “Young Master Snow, you’re going too far just for the formula. How could you do something like selling your services?” If it were someone else, they would be absolutely furious. However, Rodney was shameless. He calmly wiped the corner of his mouth and grinned while raising his brows. “President Hatch, you can also try selling your services, but Ms. Lynch might think you’re too old.”

I liked it. I slowly undid my jeans, leaning against the shelves in a provocative manner as lynn continued to take photos of me. Then I tore my jeans open to reveal just the top of my dick and pubic area before I stared straight into the camera with my I-want-to-fuck-you face. She snapped the photo before she slowly lowered it down, gawking at me.

She completes every broken part, fills the cracks that used to be so cold and empty, and she does it in ways I will never be able to tell her. I slide off the bed and pull my underwear back up. Most wolves, Lycan included, don’t care much about nudity. We shift out in the open, naked as the day we were born and for all to see, but Lyric is clearly not used to it. Or she has forgotten what it’s like.

There I was, stark naked and lying over Zach with a look on my face that could easily be mistaken for pleasure. I felt sick instantly. All the blood drained from my head and my stomach churned as the implication of what I had really walked into made its way into my mind and took a seat. This time when the tears came, I couldn’t stop them from falling. “You’re sick.” My voice was no louder than a broken whisper. “That, I am. Now make your choice, Lina. Because if I cant have you, no one else will.” Then he turned his camera toward me and clicked another photo, this time of me in his shirt and nothing else – the signature after sex outfit for most of America’s women.