Val Miller Nude Novels & Stories

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

He said leaving her and going to the bathroom to Draw a bath for her in hopes of calming her nerves but when he returned, she stood almost naked before him. Her dressed sprawled over the floor. Her nipples which were hard and pointy stood out of her bra. Lucian felt a surge of heat rise up In his stomach and the next second, he went ahead to scoop her in his arms heading to the bathroom where he placed her in the cool water. "This will help" he said. The moment the water came into her skin, a slight relief washed over her but it wasn't enough to overcome the heavy sensation she was filling. Lucian who was a man of pure self control could feel his illicit desires getting out of hand.

I hung up the phone and forced myself to calm down, my fingers trembling as I slid the mouse across the pad. Aside from the wallpaper, the desktop was almost too clean, with just a single folder named "My Treasure" saved. Zane Lockhart had once made me a folder like that, too. It was filled with photos of us growing up together. My heart hammered against my ribs as an absurd thought exploded in my head. Was he having an affair? The thought barely lasted a second in my mind before I crushed it. I knew that even if every other man in the world cheated, Zane would be the only exception.

I understood her statement because she couldn't recognize me. Early this morning, I woke up with two pimples on my face. One at my forehead and the other one close to my lips. Because of that, I had to wear a nose mask and a baseball cap. Flustered enough, I swiftly removed the nose mask from my face and she froze immediately. Although she was trying to act strong, I could see the fear in her eyes. “Mr chairman...” she stuttered as her body trembled slightly and I drastically rolled my eyes at her.

I read the name repeatedly, struggling to believe that I had just sent my explicit photos to Everett's father. Me: OMG, I am deeply sorry, Mr. Williams. I intended to send those to someone else. Please do not inform my dad about this! I am mortified. I pulled the covers over my head, trying to hide from the overwhelming embarrassment. My cheeks felt like they were on fire; my heart racing even faster than before. Mr. Williams: Don't be ashamed, Mila. You are exceptionally alluring. I widened my eyes at his response, my heart racing with desire for a brief moment. Mr. Williams was almost as old as my father, but his attractiveness had always been undeniable. Ada and I had a huge crush on him

she says and leads the way and we follow her. Once in the living room, my mouth dropped in amazement, this place is like a place, I look to see Mr. Miller looking only sweat pants and a while round neck T-shirt . He looks so hot, with his muscles bulging out of the disc, I begin to feel a weird sensation between my legs. "Are you done staring at me" Mr. Miller says looking at me with a smirk on his face, it brought me out of my reverie.

“Last time, when I went to a bar for a drink with a friend, I saw a picture of President Miller on the phone of a nightclub lady.” “Yvonne Yates!” The manager was so anxious that his voice changed. “Really! I am not lying. The lady showed us a picture of a shirtless President Miller to the people around and flaunted that she had found a handsome and wealthy man. It is just a shame as she claimed that he is bad in bed, and that he was done in two minutes!” Jackson did not expect her to say such a thing. His facial expression to one of anger. This bl**dy woman!

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