Treasure Passion Nude Novels & Stories

He tears my underwear like paper, causing friction to my private region. "Please stop," I try to look him in the eye, but he presses his head against mine, he bites my ears and whispers, "You don't know how much I wanted to kill that Dmitri when he touched you, so I will purify you with mine, Ava. You are mine." He impatiently throws my brassiere to the ground, leaving me all naked, then he sucks my neck, to my nape, to my back incessantly, roughly, violently.

“Touch me. Please.” He kissed me then slow, loving, and deep. His tongue slid against mine as his hands roamed my body with reverence. He peeled my dress off gently, kissing every inch of skin he revealed. When he reached my heavy breasts, he groaned, cupping them and sucking on my nipples until I arched off the bed with a cry. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against my skin. “So soft and perfect. I’ve dreamed about this.” His hand slid between my thick thighs, finding me wet and ready. He touched me lovingly, fingers circling my most sensitive spot until I was trembling and begging for more.

When he pulled away, I almost groaned in protest. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered. I got up to my feet and did as I was told. I stood before him in just my underwear. I had never been naked in front of a man before, and all I wanted to do was cover my body. What if it was not beautiful enough for him? “You are beautiful,” he growled as he placed soft kisses on my navel. I sighed in relief and pleasure. “I could just eat you,” he muttered against my skin and I trembled.

He duffed his hat at me as I stepped out. I walked into the cafe to finally find Ashley but my nose caught a musky woody familiar scent almost immediately. My head tilted up slowly as I tried to trace the scent and there he was. My eyes lit up the moment I saw him. Walking right at me. His hair, perfectly laid like a viscount ready to grace a dinner ball, and his tuxedo was a perfect fit, showing off those perfectly crafted biceps. He held a cup of coffee up in his hand as he walked and I could promise that I had never seen a manicure so clean on a man.

He dropped me on the bed as he took his own shirt off. I smiled and pulled him on top of me. I kissed him and he kissed me back with an equal amount of passion. I could feel his tongue around mine and and smiled against his lips. He smelled so darn good. He pulled his pants off and moved me up the bed. He continued to kiss me as he unhooked my bra. He kissed my neck as he ran his hands all over my body. I moaned and bit my lip as his finger hooked around my underwear and pulled it off.

I hurriedly packed my uniform in my backpack and was about to leave him but he reached out to my arm. “Where are you going? ” He said ,his grip tightening. He pressed me against the wall, creating an electric tension that spoke of desire. I opened my lips to call for help but was silenced by his warm lips pressing against mine. His fingers tracing my zips as he skillfully unzipped my top unraveling a cascade of sensations that whispered into the realm of intimacy. My leg turned jelly as he tenderly caressed my already exposed breast giving me shivers. His hands, having left the tender curve of my breast, embarked on an exploration downward tracing a path to the contours of my ass. In this bo

“Maybe I do… You’ve been so busy these past days. I’ve been aching for you.” The moment Mom and Dad were both out of sight, I grew bolder. I smiled shyly and lifted the hem of my crop top slowly, flashing him my bare tits. My nipples were already hard and begging for attention. “Fuck, Maya,” Tristan cursed, eyes turning almost black with lust. He stared at my exposed breasts like a starving man. “You’re such a dirty little tease. Showing your perfect tits to me while your father could walk back any second. You want me to lose control?”

She started. “Us?” He questioned as he moved across the hot tub towards her. “Exactly.” She answered her cheeks flaring red as she tried to keep her bare body concealed. Her breath caught as he ran his fingertips up her thigh. “Sweetheart, you’re the one that doesn’t want this, I’m all in.” His fingers got to the crevice between her thighs, lightly rubbing against it. “Maybe we should talk about this later?” She questioned nervously, running a hand around his neck, exposing her bare breasts to him, but pulling him closer.

A mischievous grin spread across his face as he saw Emeraude completely naked. Cassian knelt down again, placing one of Emeraude's legs on his shoulder without unbalancing her. Emeraude leaned her back against the wall, intensifying the sensation, and felt Cassian's tongue penetrate her. She let out a loud moan as he sucked and licked her clit. Her hands nearly crushed her thighs due to the pressure he applied. Emeraude could only moan, surrendering to the pleasure he was giving her. She felt she was about to reach climax when Cassian increased the speed of his caresses, making her moan loudly as she finally reached orgasm.

He raises up from her, panting like some kind of crazed dog, taking the scene in with wild eyes. She is laying there on the beautiful white carpet, surrounded by the soft glow of candle light. Her bare naked big tits glisten with his saliva as her chest heaves up and down; his eyes slide down her naked chest, across her bare belly and to her jeans. He suddenly wants that buried treasure between her legs so badly that he loses all sense of decency and decorum. He can't control himself any longer, nor does he want to as he reaches down and claws at her jeans, trying to literally rip them off her body.