Zac Efron Nude Novels & Stories

The wet had seeped right through her jeans to her briefs, but Roth's eyebrows had risen as he’d studied them and then her. ‘It’s all right... I can go home without them; it won’t matter under...my...your jeans,’ Elena had told him helpfully, far too innocent and young then to understand just how sensuously provocative it could be for a woman to go naked beneath her clothes—and even more so when the clothes, the jeans she was wearing, were his and not her own. ‘It’s okay; I think I’ve got something you can wear,’ Roth had told her laconically.

"M- my mum was blonde… I never actually met my dad… he died before I was given birth to.. " Elana let go of her her and Fiona spent the next second massaging her scalp while breathing out a sigh of relief that she wasn't killed. "Well… you see… " Elana suddenly got off the bed, and Fiona who was still holding the side of her head used the other sheets to meekly cover up her exposed boobs. However, her eyes widened when she saw Elana's full nudity. She had full breasts which were much more bigger than her small ones, and her nipples were large and round. Her butt was large and perky and wiggled as she walked around shameless, and her dark hair fell down her back like water waves.

She grabbed the edge of the light shirt she was wearing and pulled it over her head. The bra went next as Zane stayed quiet, but she could see his eyes moving over her. She took off her jeans and panties, not the least bit shy as she stood before him completely nude. She'd lost her shyness with him weeks ago. He knew exactly what her body looked like. Every scar. Every flaw. And he appeared to love it exactly the way it was.

The hard etched edge of his adonis belt drew my focus to the tented front of his jeans. His thick fingers make slow work to unbuckle his belt, I barely blink my eyes and his jeans are around his ankles. He steps out of them and forward as a thick rod bobbed in front of me. My wolf presses forward, such a hussy as she preens and purrs. Fuck. Me. Tate was well endowed but holy Goddess, Zac was hashtag blessed. My face heats. “Like what you see?” I whip around at lightning speed, my wet locks whipping me in the face as I hear him step into the shower.

he snarled, eyes bloodshot, a look like an avenger from hell. Fear made Xena tremble. “I… I didn’t do anything. I just took off your clothes. That’s all.” “Do you think I’ll believe that?” His hand curled again, tightening slightly. Xena felt that near-death panic and prayed not to experience it again. “Wait—wait. I took some nude photos of you. I was going to use them to threaten you later.” Her voice was frantic. “Phone.” She fumbled for her phone and shoved it at him. Zac scrolled through it and deleted the photos. Then he looked up and said flatly, “If anything that shouldn’t be out there gets out, I’ll make sure you die a disgraceful, ugly death.”

Not because he found me even the least bit attractive. Zane: Though my vote will always be no clothes, you have killer legs, you know that right? BTW I wouldn't say no to a few scantily clad pictures - just to get me through the night. I Googled a picture of a marshmallow and edited it to put a bikini top on it then sent it. Zane: I think I just orgasmed. Fallon: There's more where that came from. Zane: Talk dirty to me - wait let me get comfortable - shirt's off, I'm ready, hit me with it.

“You’re holding back, Avery. Let it show. Let me see how much you want this.” From the side of the room, I heard the soft rustle of fabric. Zara had stepped away from the camera – which was now clearly recording video, its red light blinking steadily. She was stripping slowly, peeling off her top to reveal full, bare breasts with tight pink nipples. Her shorts followed, sliding down her toned legs until she stood completely naked, her red curls cascading over her shoulders. “Christ…” I whispered, unable to look away from her. She settled into the armchair across from us, legs spread shamelessly. One hand trailed down her stomach and between her thighs, fingers circling her own clit as she wa

If he hadn't known Dabria well, he would have thought that she was afraid of him. But she was not. She felt shy. And she was blushing. She didn't look into his eyes. She felt extremely shy while sitting beside him. "Oh, you want to know that. Well I saw everything. I forgave Zaric the day he gave me the most heavenly sight of this whole world. I couldn't touch it. But man! You are so hot. I could barely breathe the moment I saw you naked." Zeus replied to Dabby in a low and teasing tone. Dabria gasped loudly and slapped his arm. She then covered her face with both of her palms. A signature that she was so embarrassed. Zeus chuckled as he saw her. He grabbed her hands and pulled them away fro

They both loved that contact, and no other would be the same. Elena finished unbuttoning Aaron's shirt, as she knew the view would be better without the fabric. She fumbled, because her hands were shaking, but she managed to open her shirt. The man's chest was well defined, and she did not stop herself from running her nails over his tanned skin. "Like what you see?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "If I said I've seen better, would it hurt you?" she proved to be sarcastic, because the truth was that she had never seen anything more beholdable.

Eventually, Zara hung up and returned to the room. She changed into a baggy black T-shirt and shorts, letting her massive red hair fall loosely around her shoulders. The shirt dipped low on one side, exposing a hint of her collarbone and smooth skin. She walked out quietly—only to freeze at the sight in the kitchen. Jaxon stood shirtless at the counter, stirring something in a pot. His broad back rippled with muscle and scars, the gray sweatpants riding low on his hips. The tension in his arms, the veins on his forearms, the sheer quiet power in the way he moved—it all hit her like a slap of heat.