Sage Phillips Nude Novels & Stories

His perfect torso, tattoos from the neck moving down to his arms, then his sleeve on one side. My heart started racing as I shook my head. This can’t be what I’m seeing at this time of the month. ‘He is so fine’ Sage says as I inhaled sharply, “You okay?” He asked me. “Huh?” I asked, my voice a little higher pitched than my normal voice ‘Sage!’ I growled inwardly, knowing she was fucking the man with her eyes, and shielded me. This will be the death of me. ‘Sorry. I just wanted to look at him. See, you will block me out,’ she complained.

"Oh please – that dress yesterday was just to tease me for today." "Maybe", I met his lips halfway. He drew me closer. "But I have to say, you look best naked." I had to laugh. "Are we ignoring my cellulite?" "Not at all – those are the best part." "Silvery tongue – all that to dick me down." "Won't lie can't lie", he grinned. Philipp tossed his phone away. "Come here." "I'm not done with Sara yet." "Sara can wait; I can't."

His attention returned to Sabrina as she gave him one last squeeze before standing up. "So, I do love your big dick, Dad," she continued. Phil's eyes bugged out as she lifted her shirt over her head and then slid the thong down her legs to stand completely naked in front of him. "Just for tonight, will you please give it to me?"

He locked the door behind us with the same deliberate click from yesterday. “Strip,” he said. No preamble. Philip moved first—hoodie over his head, t-shirt following, jeans shoved down. He kicked off his sneakers, socks, boxers last. Naked in seconds, cock already half-hard, curving up toward his stomach. Yesterday’s bruises bloomed faintly on his hips where Henry’s fingers had dug in. I followed slower. Skirt pooled at my ankles. Top lifted off. Bra unhooked. Standing in just thigh-high socks because I’d wanted to feel a little less exposed. My nipples tightened instantly in the cool air.

He could practically smell how ready she was. Two of Phillip’s thick fingers stretched her rhythmically, thumb grinding her clit, while his mouth feasted on her breasts. Monica May glanced at Barry, relieved to see his massive erection straining. He was into it. But he would suffer a little first for making her wait so long. Phillip stripped her dress away, leaving her gloriously naked. He laid her back on the desk, spread her legs wide, and buried his face between her thighs. “You smell so fucking good,” he groaned.

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They were standing, holding drinks in their hands, looking like they were at a party. The next photo showed the blonde woman sitting on a couch. This time she was naked, her legs spread, and her pussy was shaved like it said in the ad. The third photo showed Greg. He was sitting on a deck chair by a swimming pool, naked as well, his erect cock flat against his belly.

His tongue circles lazily before pulling it between his lips and giving a gentle yet rough tug that makes Sage’s insides curl. Suddenly, the alpha is flipping him on his stomach, and in the next moment, his pants are discarded, leaving him naked and exposed before the alpha. Sage doesn’t know what he looks like; he doesn’t know how long he has been unconscious, but he’s sure he’s lost weight, he feels skinny. He's never been the type to be self-conscious of his body before, but this time, it's different as he buries his face in the pillows and grasps the edge tightly. Is he still attractive?

I heard the bathroom door open and saw Sage standing there naked, looking at me. "You're going to have to do something about this; I won't be able to concentrate on the feast with a boner," Sage said, wiggling his eyebrows at me and pointing to his hard-on. He stepped into the shower, and we made love fast, hard, and rough. We cleaned ourselves up and got dressed.d, I stood on shaky legs; I was so exhausted, but I knew that he wanted to make it up to me.

“The one who holds us together when Jules is being a brute and Sage is floating off into her art brain. I like that about you. Makes me want to shake you up a little.” Behind us, the sounds from Jules and Sage had gotten heavier, wet kisses, the rustle of fabric as Jules worked Sage’s sweater up and off, revealing pale skin and a simple black bra that Sage fumbled with until Jules helped, unhooking it with practiced ease. Sage’s breasts spilled free, small and pert, nipples already dark and tight from the cool air and Jules’s attention. Jules didn’t dive right in; she traced one with a calloused fingertip first, circling slowly, watching Sage’s face the whole time. “Pretty,” Jules muttered,