Novel & Cerita Strip Me Bare Book

Emma drawled slowly, dragging my name like she was tasting it, “you about to spread those legs wide and shake your boobs for strangers every damn night. Get used to being naked the second somebody says strip. This ain’t no shy-girl game no more. Welcome to the hustle, baby.” I shrugged off the blouse, popped the bra hook, and let my heavy boobs spill out free. Nipples already hard as bullets from the cold AC blast and the straight-up realness hanging thick in the room. That thin scar slashed across my ribs caught the light. A prison gift from some hoe who tried to kill me over a single pack of smokes. Bitch learned quick.

FUCK ME, STEP DADDY 2 Lila’s knees sank into the thick rug as she knelt before him, completely naked, her skin flushed from the short walk down the hallway. Her heart thundered so loudly she was sure he could hear it. Marcus towered above her, bare-chested, the low-slung black lounge pants doing nothing to hide the thick ridge of his erection straining against the fabric. His hazel eyes burned into hers, they were dark, possessive, and impatient.

She grabbed the sheets, her knuckles turning white. But he did not let her come yet. He pulled his fingers out and stood up. In one quick move, he stripped off his own clothes. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, the head already shiny with pre-cum. It was bigger than Mira had imagined in her fantasies. Veins ran along the shaft, and it curved slightly upward. Jake stroked himself once, looking down at her. “You want this?” “Yes,” she said, her voice shaky. “Please, Jake.”

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The silence continues, the only sound my slightly uneven breathing. “Did you not hear me?” he asks, his tone slightly dangerous. “When I said strip, I meant completely. Don’t make me repeat myself, Samantha.” He never does. He only needs to say it once. My hands go behind my back, the clasp of the bra a tiny, insignificant click. The straps slide down my arms, and the bra falls to the floor to join the coat. I don't look down. Then the matching thong follows suit, a whisper of lace against the air, until I am completely bare before him.

I pulled the dress over her head and let it fall somewhere behind us. She was trembling. I unclasped her bra with one hand, let the straps slip down her shoulders, and tossed it aside too. Her breath stuttered when the cool evening air kissed her skin. Goosebumps rose across her chest, her stomach, her arms. I traced them with my fingertips like I was reading braille that spelled mine. I stood just long enough to strip off my own shirt, then my jeans, everything, until there was nothing left between us but last ray of sun and truth.

56. Amari's POV. I stood in the dimly lit room, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst from my chest. The air was thick with tension, cold and suffocating, wrapping around me like an invisible grip. I barely had time to steady my breath before his deep voice cut through the silence. “Strip.” My fingers trembled as I reached for the clasps of my dress. I didn’t hesitate, I couldn’t. I let the fabric slide off my shoulders, pooling around my feet in a whisper of silk. My undergarments followed, leaving me bare under the weight of his scrutiny.

She moved higher, closer to the apex of her thighs, the anticipation making her heart to race. When her fingers finally brushed against the cotton of her panties, she let out a long, shaky breath. They were damp already, the fabric clinging slightly to her skin. She hooked her fingers under the waistband and slowly pulled them down, letting them drop to her ankles. She kicked them off, spreading her legs slightly to give herself more room to move. Now, she was completely bare to the cool air, completely exposed. She reached down between her legs, her fingers trembling as they found their target. She was already wet, a testament to the stories she had just read. Her fingers slid through the s

My body still trembled and felt hot all over from the place that he had caressed. Slowly, I spread open my legs before dipping my hand in between them to touch the opening of my pussy. It was wet. I was flooded down there with my own love juices. I closed my eyes and banged my head back on the door. How could I get this wet from his dirty touches? My eyes opened wide as a sudden realization hit me… Why did he get me to strip naked if all he wanted to claim was just my left hand? He’s such a bastard… In the end, I realized that Hayden didn’t touch my body with anything else besides his fingertips except for my left hand which he had “claimed”.

I don't care if this is another mistake, I will take it because when I leave, it will at least be a sweet memory to take with me. His hands grab me and pick me up, my body slamming against the wall, as his hands begin ripping open my shirt and my hands start pulling at his as moans escape my mouth. His hands begin ripping my underwear off, my skirt lifting around my waist, and I unfasten his trousers. His shaft is pushing out, my hand stroking him and moaning.