Strip Me Bare Book Novels & Stories

Marley’s POV “Strip,” Jeremy commanded of me when we reached my bedroom. I reached for the hem of my shirt and slowly pulled it over my head. My shaky hands unzipped my pants and I pulled them off. I stood there in my bra and panties while Jeremy sighed impatiently, “hurry up.” I reached behind to remove my pink bra and then pulled down my matching panties. “Bend over the bed,” I moved to follow his demand, and I could hear the sound of his zipper going down behind me.

he ordered me. His own hand started to reach for the shirt he wore, undoing the buttons. I obeyed, stripping fast. Nearly ripping out almost all of my shirt buttons in the process. My shirt was impatiently dragged off my body. I tossed it aside just as his own clothes hit the floor. My eyes fell on his fully exposed broad chest. Dang! I drew in a sharp breath. He had so many thick muscles. Enticing. My eyes dipped lower to his cock which was standing proudly.

I needed to do even more. I tossed the gorgeous blonde off my cock, shoving her, roughly, onto all fours. I drew her hips up, positioned her pussy, and pressed inside. Just a heads up: FindNovel.net is the only place to read the complete version of this book for free. Don't miss out on the next chapter-visit us now and continue your journey! "Oh ho ho ho!" Vanessa said, a mix of incredulous and excited. "Here we go!" Looking around Vanessa's perfect body, I could see Brian and Ariana both snuggling on the bed, watching the two of us intently. Now that I had my audience, I was ready to perform.

"Strip." My hands immediately worked the zipper of my pants dropping it to the floor. My shirt came off next, revealing the ridges of my chest and the lines of my abdomen. His eyes followed the path of the fabric, tracing muscles I built over the years. My briefs came off last, leaving me completely naked in front of me. My dick was already half risen, threatening to go completely erect from the intensity of his stare. He circled me again, his finger nails tracing the muscles of my back. His hot breath suddenly fanned my neck, sending a slight shock through my nerves.

he asks, noticing my hesitation. — I… I prefer… to do it alone… I murmur, my face flushing. He gently shakes his head, a reassuring smile on his lips. — I understand… but let me just this once. I want you to relax completely. I’ll take care of you, I promise. I nod timidly, unable to resist his sweetness, the way he knows exactly what I need. He slowly removes his shirt, showing me that he respects my boundaries and that nothing will be rushed.

He looked down at the dark patch of moisture on my lace pant and let out a soft, mocking huff of air. ​"Open your legs, Jade," he commanded, but he still didn't touch me. ​I did it. I eased my thighs apart, the cool air hitting my heated skin making me shiver with desire. ​He stepped closer, but instead of reaching for me, he opened the book to the page I’d bookmarked. He held it out to me. "Read it." ​"What?" I whispered, my voice trembling. ​"Read the highlighted section out loud," he said, his eyes boring into mine. "The part where she performs for him. Read it, or the investment consideration is over and the funding is gone."

The ceiling now had his words written on it. Marley is no doubt every lady's dream man: Morally, physically and financially, who just wasn't lucky with one thing in life...until her. She didn't want to open his healing scars but wanted to make it disappear like there never was an injury and to do that, she would only have to do one thing she's been avoiding to do. To tell the truth. The earlier the better. There would be consequences, but she strongly believed they won't be as disastrous. 'A stripper. She is a stripper, Zaphrina.'

Rosita's POV "Strip!" I put the book down on my chest, my heart pitter-pattering against my ribcage as my fingers found their way to the tiny buttons of my jeans. I had never felt this turned on from reading a novel before, but there was something about the way the words flowed that made me think of Don Deangelo. I couldn't help but imagine it was him asking me to strip, his tongue working its magic on me instead of the fictional man in the story.

I am not far in, I just started it on the plane and I have had much time to finish the book. While I am reading, Blake comes out of his closet in just pajama pants and he is shirtless. I cannot help but stare at his perfectly sculpted body. His body was a blank canvas and I planned on changing. I had this idea for a while, I wanted us both to get matching tattoos, but not just any tattoo.

I felt like he was tearing off my clothes the way his eyes studied my whole body. "Are you nervous Miss Mason? You can leave now and drop this job if you won't cooperate with me!" He behaves the same as Mr. Grey in the movie I recently in love with, Fifty Shades of Grey. He was so rude and frigid. "No, sir. I need this job! I promise not to let you down!" I beg for him and he just laughed so hard. He stood up and walked around me. My legs are sweating I swear. What if he will suddenly kiss me again and, wait, what am I thinking? I shook my head to obliterate the dirty thoughts I have in my mind.