Vicky Stark Naked Novels & Stories

Laura’s POV “I’m going to have to stop coming to your house,” I say to Vicky. “It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked.” “Doesn’t mean I love to see you bent over by another guy,” I reply. Vicky needs to learn to lock her doors when she is engaging in certain acts but no I think she likes the thrill of getting caught. This morning I decided to come to visit the girls since I didn’t have class or work, it was supposed to be a surprise but guess who got surprised?

I heard Natalie’s voice and I let out a soft sigh. “ An important call just arrived, Alaris,” Natalie told Alaris in a tone I’d never heard her use before. I felt gentle strokes on my hair and turned my head away slowly at the ticklish hot breath on my face. “ I will be back.” I gulped at his husky voice and my fingers curled into fists by my side as I tried to get my body under control. “Fuck.” I cursed and looked away immediately when my innocent eyes met his bare buttocks. I can’t believe he’s been standing here beside me shamelessly naked all this while with me also fucking naked.

But he doesn’t notice any of this. Because he is watching me. Arthur Stark - the future young heir of the Stark Company and one of the richest men in the world. At the age of just 28, he has what most people would never dream of. On top of it, he is strong, really smart and intimidating. This is wrapped in a muscled body and piercing eyes. Arthur Stark rarely smiles and when he does, the mood of the room changes entiely. Cold beauty and power. He is also my husband.

“Let me help you? Tell me what I need to do.” Vicky hesitated, but then gave in. She sat down on the edge of the tub and pulled down her robe and pajamas, baring her boobs. Holy heavens! Her breasts are enormous! Male physiology kicked in immediately, distracting me from the problem and switching on my wild imagination. I try to chase the spell away when I hear a painful moan. “Okay, hold on,” I clear my throat and carefully touch her bare breast. “Shit! It’s so hot and hard—like a rock!”

So it was pretty unnerving to have her be quiet. "Talk to me, Vicky. What do you want? If you want us to stop, we can stop." She looked at me with shock on her face. "Stop? Don't you dare! Get rid of your sweatpants and do the same to mine as well, please. My hormones are in overdrive just looking at the half-naked picture. I want more and I want it now.!" That's more like it. I chuckled but did as I was told. I got rid of my pants really fast but took my sweet time with hers, trailing kisses over every new inch of exposed skin.

In return, her father’s debt would be wiped clean. Viktor stood up slowly and walked around the desk. He towered over her. One big hand lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Strip,” he ordered quietly. Aliyah’s breath caught. With trembling fingers, she pulled her simple white sundress over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her full breasts spilled free, nipples already hard from fear and something else. She pushed her panties down her curvy hips and stepped out of them. Now she stood completely naked in front of the most dangerous man in the city.

As I stepped inside, my breath caught at the sight before me. Victor stood in front a table, completely naked. His phone was propped on the edge of the tank, screen glowing with a photo I recognized instantly—me in that tight white sundress from last weekend, the one that barely contained my breasts and clung to my ass. His right hand was wrapped around the biggest cock I had ever seen in my life. It was monstrous. Thick as my wrist, long and heavy, veins bulging along the shaft, the head dark and swollen, already leaking a fat bead of precum.

I said and look in another way, "Well, that's true! I'm a famous evil, who uses a beautiful man mask, they say, a perverted man, and have sex with a lot of girls after I take someone's life, but I don't lie" He said and take out his tobacco and light it, I smirk and immediately take my clothes, "Why would I believe you!? That's impossible! I don't even force my husband to do it with me, and let him fuck his secretary in front of me! And you're saying I force you!? That doesn't make sense!" I said to him and he take out the smoke of his tobacco in his mouth,

Sluggishly I turn around with my glass of water but nearly drops it at the sight that greets me. Vance isn't wearing a shirt, leaving his upper body naked while his lower body is covered in a pair of black sweatpants that look so fitting around his hips. Subconsciously, I rack my brown eyes over his strong arms with a moon tattoo on the left, the abs on his flat stomach, the wolf tattoo below his left beast, the sharp V line that goes straight into his pants and I see the obvious bulge in his pants. Oh fuck! I'm a virgin! I quickly turn back to the sink and chuck down my glass of water.

After she said so, she reached for my arm and smacked my palm against her face. Surprised by this sudden turn of events, I couldn't stop myself from leaving a heavy imprint of a palm on her face. Almost instantaneously, Zephyr pushed me heavily down the stairs, and I rolled all the way to the ground like a ball. My entire body hurt so much that I couldn't even make a sound, and the cameras of the paparazzi were practically smudged in my face. "You're Theresa? The actress, Theresa Carter?" "Goodness, since when did you become so fat?"