Andrew Tate Nude Novels & Stories

Her poor a**hole! She emerged from the toilet after urinating and was astonished to discover three males waiting in front of the door. As she glanced at their features, she got terrified, and their focus moved to her chest. Because Andrew had forgotten to procure her a bra, her nipples were visible. She tried to move away since she was uncomfortable with their hungry gaze, but one of them dragged her back. "Oh, how lovely. Do you think you'll be able to go without giving us a taste of something Andrew fucked?!" One of them let out a snort. As a result, they knew she was Andrew's lady.

"Peyton," "Huh?" Andrew's voice brought me back from my thoughts and back to seeing Kyle in his naked glory, all sexy and looking painfully erect from Andrew's punishment. "I said, you can kiss Kyle. But first..." Andrew took off his shirt revealing his sexy abs trailing down to his low-rise jeans.

I choke in tears, covering my mouth with my hand. It’s done. He’s done it. He’s just ruined my future. My life. My dignity. Now, all the eyes at England University can roam every exposed inch of skin of mine and every single curve on my body in those nude photos where I lie uncovered on the bed, assaulted. Those disgusting photos that I wouldn’t even want to look at anymore. “From now on, just be a good girl and wait for me to come back,” Andrew says, and once he closes the door and locks it, my sobs break even more.

I reached back to undo my bra strap but stopped as I eyed the rags that remained of Andrew’s suit. “Well?” I asked, tilting my head. “You’re not going to stay in that all night, are you?” Andrew smirked and shook his head. He ripped off the remainder of the garment with a roar and tossed it to the side. His pants and underwear soon joined the pile. Now fully nude, he nodded at me, urging me to continue. With a grin, I unhooked my bra and set my breasts free. Then I dragged down my underwear and kicked them to the side, not carrying where they ended up.

Her laughter filled the air even above the crash of the waves and the high-pitched screeches of the gulls. I liked seeing her have fun. Because it seemed so alien to her, and I didn’t want to spoil that for her. “Are you still sticking to this nonsense that this ends when you get home?” Tate asked as he reclined topless next to me. There were no tattoos on his skin, but it caught everyone’s eyes, regardless. He looked like some kind of tanned Greek god. And he was totally oblivious to it, which just attracted people even more. Not that we had to worry about that much where we were. The stretch of beach was practically deserted. It was Erik’s favourite place to stop when we were on the road.

“I’m so glad to know my final indignity will be having my completely nude body recovered by strangers.” Andrew laughed and gave her a lightly stinging swat on her backside, then soothed the pain away with loving caresses. “Hmmm,” he sighed appreciatively, flipping his sleep pants off the side of the bed with one foot. He was amused and grateful she felt calm and comfortable enough to behave so tartly. “You have the most delightfully rounded posterior—I wholly approve. Besides, if they’re recovering your body, then you’ll be dead and I rather doubt you’ll have much care on the topic anymore.”

He undid the buttons of his shirt and removed it with ease. She gulped looking at that muscular chest and those hot abs. Just by looking at him she shuddered and tried to close her legs but to no avail. "Did you let him fuck you?" He growled like a hungry beast making her gulp as she tried to scoot out from the bed but Andrew glared down at her and lowered his body on hers. Her stomach flipped and her heart trembled wildly inside her chest, when she saw her name tattooed on his chest right where his heart resides.

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—”

So tell me… who is the real tormentor here? His words cut deep. And the worst part is that Tania doesn’t deny them. She shakes her head, unable to speak, and crawls even closer to him, her hands trembling as they cling to the fabric of his pants. — Take me back, Lucas, please… I’ll do anything you want… anything… Her voice is broken, torn, and I look away, unable to bear this sight. Alexandre, however, does not look away. His voice falls, icy, sharp:

My eyes lingered on him longer than I intended, and when I looked back up, he was watching me with a knowing, quiet smile. "Need help with yours?" he offered smoothly. "I can manage," I replied with a small smile. Tate didn't press the issue. Instead, he unbuckled his belt, sliding his trousers and briefs down his legs and stepping out of them until he stood stark naked before me. My gaze reflexively drifted down his broad shoulders, past his chiseled abdomen, to the full length of his bare body. My throat went dry, and I swallowed hard, a sudden gulp catching in my throat.