Sam Russo Nudes Novels & Stories

With a wide as sunshine grin, she says, “I’m Madonna, and who are you, sir?” He wiggles on my back in laughter. There’s something about shaking hands that he finds so fun. He’s been known to mimic me at headquarters when I’ve brought him around. Taking her hand, he shakes it hard. “I’m Cullen Russo, son of legend Joemar Russo.” Oh shit. I chuckle this time with my hands out. “I swear to God, I did not teach him that.” “Uh-huh. Sure you didn’t.” Rubbing her bicep, she plays along. “Wow, you are strong. Thought you were about to take my arm off there.”

But the only gaze that mattered burned into me from across the room. Mr. Alessandro Rossi. He stood tall and imposing in a perfectly fitted black tuxedo, silver threading through his dark hair, exuding raw dominance. His eyes—dark, intense, knowing—locked onto me the moment I entered. They raked slowly down my body, lingering on my cleavage, the curve of my ass, the slit revealing my stocking-clad thigh. I felt stripped bare, even more naked than in that video. My nipples hardened instantly against the thin fabric of my dress, and a fresh gush of wetness soaked my thong.

“I am sure even the best of us sometimes pretend to have banged a chick so clearly out of our leagues.” Akash looked indignant, enraged at the audacity of my claim. To calm him down, Ravi said, “Chill, bro. Show us those pictures you clicked on that beach holiday,” he said and scrolled through Akash’s gallery with cigarette-stained fingers. I leaned in for a closer look and what I saw took me by surprise: there were nudes in that folder.

I can tell having him here makes her nervous, but she is doing a good job of not showing it. I open my messenger bag and pull out a folder. I fling it on her desk and it slides to her, but doesn't fall off the desk. “Open it,” I tell her. “It's a gift.” She frowns and shifts slightly in her seat before opening the folder. There's a series of photographs inside. I tried not to look at them too much myself, but I know what they are. Mrs. Russo blushes a bright red as she recognizes herself in the photos. They are rather graphic and don't hide anything. It's very clear that she and a young man are enjoying themselves and one another.

As soon as I declined the stairs sweet aroma hit my nostrils, making my mouth water. “What are you making, Melanie?" I chirped happily heading towards the kitchen. “Pancakes." I stopped dead in my tracks. And the sight before me makes me cover my mouth with shock. There before me was Sebastian Russo, cooking. His bare back was facing me. He wasn't wearing any shirt. He was wearing only a pair of joggers, Moon Goddess! I could see his toned body. Broad shoulders and muscular arms. Heat traveled to my cheeks making me feel all hot. I had seen many men shirtless before but no one was handsome like him. I didn't think my morning in this house would be so good.

“I was on my way home to the mansion when she called. Don't worry about her. I've already asked the staff to look after her.” She bit her bottom lip and raised her head a little when she felt the corners of her eyes heat up. She wants to be annoyed with herself because she doesn't want to think about the scene that she witnessed earlier, but it lingered in her head like a broken playlist. Master Jasson's half-naked body. The way his muscles twitched with every movement. Ruth's sensual moans and her white, smooth breasts, which were barely exposed as her dress's thin strap fell on her shoulder.

she shrugged inwardly. It wasn’t a big deal. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before… Ugh. There goes my dirty mind again… “I haven’t seen that movie,” he said gruffly. “So I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She grinned wider. “It would be an honor if you could paint me like Jack Dawson painted Rose DeWitt Bukater. I suggest you watch the movie and let me know what you think. I’m willing to pay, whatever the price.”

Rula didn't need to ask who was crouching before her after the man revealed his long fingernails and distinctive wolf eyes. Rula smiled faintly. "You want to kill me?" Russel held Rula's body. Even though Rula rebelled, her strength wasn't strong enough to fight Russel. In the end, Rula was wasting her energy. "Get off me!" Russel brought Rula's naked body to an old bed and tied the girl's body to a prone position. Damn, Rula was already unable to cover her nakedness. Russel was free to look at Rula's naked body as much as he wanted.

Russo is capable of a lot of things, from having an affair to God knows what, I was certainly convinced this was her doing. “Jas, you know looks can be deceiving right? You should hear what the internet says about this man, they are really disturbing things” she countered what I had said to defend Mr. Russo ”And you also know that you really shouldn’t believe everything you see on the news right?” I replied teasingly I didn’t just see Mr. Russo, we had an actual conversation or something like that. Just by thinking of him alone a wave of his musky scent with a bit of mint hit me from nowhere.

Russo laid her down on his bed and made quick work of the slacks she was wearing. “I hope you’re not a virgin,” Russo said. Tammy laughed and shook her head. “Why?” “It’ll make this easier,” Russo said and pulled his jeans down. Tammy’s eyes widened as she looked at him. Her throat had gone dry as Russo knelt on the bed and pulled her knees apart. Two of his fingers pushed inside her and his eyes found hers. She was tighter than he thought she’d be and he shifted himself lower and his tongue flicked over her clit.