Zoe Barnes Nude Novels & Stories

ZOEY I stood slowly. I pulled it off, all the way down, slowing down intentionally just to tease him a bit. My bra came off next. Then I slipped my thong down too, stepping out of them. I stood in front of him. Fully bare and yet unashamed. His mouth parted slightly before he leaned back on the bed frame, legs spread, hands resting on his thighs. “Come here.” I climbed onto the bed, moving to kneel between his legs. I reached for his belt, pulling it open slowly without breaking off eye contact.

I tighten my folded arms across my chest. "Painting you naked." He's dead serious because as soon as I loosen my folded hands from shock, the robe falls to the ground at my feet. The air bathes my bare skin without any restrictions. I avert my gaze to what's now in the open. Zane can't even take his eyes away. He looks pained, like he's in an internal struggle with himself. "This is wrong. Don't you think I should have—" I rush the words out, but he cuts me short.

Zane said. “I have tried everything Zane. I have deleted all your nudes but I just can't unsee IT. I don't know what to do. I am wet, wet” “Calm down” He repeated. “I can help” “Mmmn” I moaned. “Can you imagine I'm right in front of you?” He sounded soft, sexy and seductive. “Zane” I moaned coldy, the s*xual urge was inevitable. “I can see you, you are shirtless… your s*xy abs you've shown me”

That would not do. Barnes was slower removing the robe, he was a thin tennis player but was not really proud of his body. When he emerged from the shadow he was by the bed, naked, showing his cock proud and very erect; he had taken his own blue pill for insurance before he entered the hotel. His cock stood in a perfect horizontal from his shaved pubes; several of the young wives-of-partners he bedded had suggested that shaving contributed to better oral sex. In fact, they were willing to do the very personal service for him themselves... with extras before and after, if he was interested.

Why couldn’t I ever say the right thing when it came to her? Blair had stalked away, angry at being ignored. But Karla had quickly taken her place, buzzing in my ear about going to the bar with her later but I wasn’t paying attention. I may have been pissed about all the guys ogling Zoe but it didn’t stop me from doing the same. Zoe’s body was a work of art, perfectly proportioned for her lean frame. I’d seen her naked on the night she shifted and she’d looked amazing then, But she’d definitely filled out even more since then. Unfortunately, I wasn’t the only one who noticed it.

Currently, Zoe was shivering under his glare. He beckoned her with his finger and gestured to her to sit on his lap. When she didn’t move, he simply pulled her on his lap. Zoe was wearing a purple long skirt with a thigh high slit and a matching velvet tube top. A gold necklace adorned her nape. She wore gold bangles and an anklet. Keplin began to untie the first string and as soon as the bodice became loose, he cupped her breast beneath it. “Those are so supple. I miss them a lot.” He exposed them. Zoe shuddered under his touch. “Keplin, you have to control yourself.”

Nina The smell of coffee and butter pulled me out of sleep before the light did. I cracked one eye open. Zoe stood at the edge of the bed with a tray balanced on one hand, dressed like she was about to close a deal. Her blazer was perfectly fitted, her dark hair pulled back neatly, and her heels dangled from her fingers. Even her apartment reflected her personality: quiet, elegant, expensive. Nothing creaked here. Everything was polished into silence. “Don’t make me dump this on your face,” she said, setting the tray over my lap.

Apple took the box and walked away and I bent down and picked up the pictures. ‘Holy Hera!’ Zinnia exclaimed, almost shoving me into the back of our minds. Her excitement mixed up with mine so while I wanted to turn red with steam coming out of my ears and head, it made me blush with excitement and my mouth water with desire. The first picture was Hendrix at a gym, shirtless, sweaty and fucking hot. He was lifting a barbell with one hand. My goodness. This man is ripped.

Celestine only nodded in response. Damien then lead her to his warehouse. He then opened the door to cell. Celestine was shocked to see the scene. Julie was crying, her eyes were swollen and dark shade of red. She was tied to a metal chair. Her eyes were looking at a particular direction. Celestine followed her line of site and froze. Amanda was laying naked and lifeless on ground. Her body was bruised and blood was dripping from her private part. Her eyes were lifeless.

A murmur ran through the room. She turned back to face him, dancing closer, letting her breasts sway inches from his face. She took his hands and placed them on her waist, then guided them lower, to her hips, as she continued to move. She unbuttoned her shorts, shimmying them down her legs, stepping out of them in just a pair of lace panties. The dance became slower, more intimate, her body undulating just for him. She hooked her thumbs in the sides of her panties and, with agonizing slowness, peeled them down, stepping out and kicking them aside. Then, naked, she lowered herself onto his lap, straddling him, her arms around his neck, her mouth at his ear, still moving to the heavy, relentle