Val Miller Nude Novels & Stories

My cheeks burned now as I nodded. "Well, well, well, Niku, get the cameras set up." She opened her robes and let it fall down her body. I shuddered at the sight of her naked form. I had masturbated to her and her husband so many times. I groaned as I stared at her shaved pussy. Then Mr. Miller took his robe off. That big dick that had captured my imagination for months thrust out before him. He throbbed and twitched. I wanted to just drop to my knees and suck on his dick right here and now.

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

Nick wrapped her in a towel and squeezed the water out of her hair. "Let's go and sit over here," Gabriel said, leading her to the oversized round wicker lounger. Millie sat on the blue and white striped seat, and Nick handed her the coffee mug. They sat at each side of her and waited until she was comfortable. Millie smiled to herself, there they were, the three of them sitting naked, she was getting so that she didn't mind them seeing her without clothes, it was becoming - normal.

There he was as I stepped out of the elevator onto the parking lot. Instead of his usual suit, Mr. Miller stood beside a sleek Porsche, wearing a black shirt with rolled-up sleeves, blue denim jeans, and athletic shoes. He had left the top buttons of his shirt undone, exposing his chiselled chest. His smirk pulled me out of my trance, and I hastily looked away, embarrassed to be caught staring at him.

Finn was watching everything. "What the fuck!" Finn yelled, stumbling out of the walk-in closet. The room went dead silent, except for the sound of our heavy breathing. Miller froze, his hand still gripping my thigh. His suit jacket was half-off, and his cock was straining against his trousers, fully exposed and pulsing in the dim light. Miller’s face went from smug to ghostly pale in a second. His mouth hung open, his eyes darting from me to the billionaire’s son standing right there.

"MM-MM-GH! YES! YES! I'M CUMMING! MILLER, I'M CUMMING!" "Not yet, you aren't!" Miller growled. He reached down and pinched her clit hard, making her scream. He kept up the brutal pace, his hips a blur of motion. He was hitting her with everything he had. "You don't cum until I tell you! You just take the meat!"

“Don't think about it at all for your—” “Shut it, Darkie!“ exclaimed Mr Miller. “Nora… what is your surname?“ Nora's gaze moved from Andrew Miller to Alvin, and then to the “M” tatoo on Darkie's neck. “A-anderson,” she stammered. “I'm Nora Anderson.“ Mr Miller suspiciously looked at her, his dark eyes staring at her from head to toe like he was looking for something. Mr Miller made a move to walk to her, but Alvin didn't let him. He was partly facing Nora now, and his face coverage couldn't make Nora see his emotions.

I snapped at him and he looked down at me. "What are you talking about?" he asked me but there was a very evident smirk on his face. "What are you trying to do?" I asked Mr Miller, irritation dripping off my tone as I glared at him, "why are you doing this?" "I don't know what you're talking about," he shrugged, as his eyes looked me over, looking at the dress that I was wearing. It was a short and tight black dress. It had thin straps and it had a sweetheart neckline. It barely reached midthigh and it was quite sexy but I wore it for Junior.

She opened her mouth to complain, but froze when her gaze landed on the images. It was Milana, riding a man in a cheap brothel room. She blinked, her mind racing for an excuse—she could say she was framed, that it was someone else. But as her eyes frantically flickered from photo to photo, the truth was undeniable. It was all her. Naked. Exposed. In various positions with different men—sometimes multiple men at once. And it was always that same cheap brothel room. Milana froze, her blood turning to ice. She was finished.

He revealed stone cut abs etched in bronze rock that had me aching to run my fingers down them all the way to the V disappearing down his pants. I think I jumped, where did that come from? He pushed his pants down next, exposing his toned leg muscles and a pair of Calvin Klein briefs. I swallowed, trying not to go there, battling to keep my eyes from his crotch. Gosh, I hoped no one noticed how pink I was. “Alex here is going to attack you,” Miller said calmly. “Attack me?” I snapped my head in his direction.