Tai Davis Nude Novels & Stories

My voice trails off as the front door opens, revealing a middle-aged, red-head female adorned in a nurse’s uniform. “Tasha, it’s been a minute.” Davis greets her as he enters past the threshold. “This is Keri, we won’t stay long and as always, your discretion about my visit is highly appreciated.” He coos, handing her a few hundred-dollar bills from his leather wallet.

His eyes dropped to the image. Talia was lying on their bed. The covers stopped just above her hips, leaving the curve of her ass unmistakable beneath the fabric. Her breasts were completely exposed, soft and full, one hand cradling her left tit. Her dark hair spilled around her face and over the pillows. She looked straight into the camera, seductive and unapologetic. Theo’s cock swelled instantly. He gripped the edge of his desk and let out a quiet curse. She had sent it to both of them.

I didn't know, hell, I didn't even know why I suddenly became a curious stalker! I clicked Tamara's username then her profile showed. Her exact name is Tamara Davis. I viewed her pictures. She, like Celyn, mostly focused on food and travel in her photography. There were pictures of her with her gang and pictures of her with her two best friends. I clicked a solo photo of her which was taken on some expensive-looking beach and she was only wearing a red two-piece bikini. The photo was taken just last year so it wasn’t that old, tho.

After a long moment of hesitation, she wrapped herself in a plush white towel and stepped back into the bedroom. Tavian was waiting. He sat on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed over the other, slowly swirling a glass of amber liquid. But it wasn't the drink that stole Isabella’s breath—it was him. He had discarded his shirt, revealing a chest that looked as if it had been sculpted from dark marble by an obsessed artist. His shoulders were broad and powerful, tapering down to a lean, ridged torso where every muscle was defined with lethal precision. His skin looked bronzed and smooth under the dim lamplight, a perfect, intimidating landscape of masculine strength that any woman would find

“We don’t have long.” “Then we better be quick and dirty.” He spun her around, pressed her front to the machine. She braced her palms on the lid. Davis yanked the zipper of her dress down in one rough pull—red fabric parting over black lace. No bra. Just smooth skin and the faint tan lines from summer. He shoved the dress to her waist, exposing her breasts—full, nipples already dark and tight. He cupped them from behind, thumbs flicking the peaks while his mouth found the back of her neck. Silver arched, pushing her ass back against the hard ridge in his slacks.

Now he was back. Tess pulled the album out and took it to her bed. She lay down and began to thumb through the old photos. When she got to the page where she and Mac were in their bathing suits at the pool, she stopped. She loved those photos, although she looked so skinny in her little red bikini. However, that wasn’t what fascinated her about the photos. It was Mac in his tight swim trunks that she liked. She could see the distinctive bulge in his shorts. In fact, she could see the ridge below the crown of his penis and his large testicles. Another chill went though her.

I get comfortable in his arms and let sleep consume me. **** I wake up to a smell of food. I open my eyes and find Tay in his black trouser, shirtless, placing a tray on the bed. I take a moment to take him all in his six abs. God! He is like a Greek god. “Take a picture, it lasts longer.” He says with a smirk on his face. Crap! I didn’t even realize that I was gawking at him. I clear my throat and climb off the bed.

he asked, pointing at the screen. Henry glanced at the video again, his grin widening as he shoved the phone back toward Kai. "This is the best part," he said, tapping the screen. Kai’s eyes flicked to the phone again, and his breath caught halfway in his throat. The video had shifted to a different clip, this one clearer, more daring. Tiffany stood in what could only be described as a sheer black bodysuit, the intricate lace clinging to every curve of her body. The delicate patterns barely covered her panties and the dim, colorful lights of the club only made the outfit more provocative. Her legs, long and toned, seemed to stretch endlessly, ending in a pair of sharp black stilettos that cl

'I want you naked and ready for me. I shimmy out of my shorts as he stands back to watch me. Embarrassment has me using my hands to cover myself; he has seen my naked body before, but that was months ago, and so much has happened since then. I can feel my skin flushing, and I know my face is bright red. 'Move your hands, Tavisha.' He commands, but my embarrassment is so acute that I can't bring myself to look at him. He is so much more experienced than I am; he must have seen hundreds of beautiful women naked. Even though my bruises are fading, I know I can't compete with them.

Sylvia could not look away. The pictures in the hall hadn't done David Wells any justice. They hadn't shown muscles that rippled beneath his bronze skin. They hadn't shown how powerful his arms were as they wrapped around the maid. They hadn't shown his sexy backside either. Tanned, hot, and incredibly toned.