Andrew Tate Nude Novels & Stories

Tony's hand trembled, and he glanced around instinctively. No one was looking at him. He saved the picture, then deleted the chat. Then he replied. [Tony: What's this for?] Soon, Andrew's message came back. [Andrew: New underwear I bought, want to show you, do you like it?] Tony's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. Was he showing him underwear... Or something else? [Tony: Whether it's good-looking or not doesn't matter much.] After all, who would see it when it's worn? [Andrew: True, they'll all come off in the end anyway.]

I slowly took my hand to his on my thighs and remove it, but he places it back immediately. His hand moves closer to touch my pants making me choke on my tea. What? What is Andrew doing? T B C

They didn't glance around or hesitate, their eyes were straight on me. The taller one Andrew already knew what I wanted. I’d seen him naked before in his room while I was passing by. He was sipping beer like he didn't care in the world. He gave off the kind of heat that came with being easy to look at, easy to fuck. While the other one Mark was opposite. He was way bigger, thicker, and even rougher. He watched me with a heavy stare as though he was already thinking about what my mouth would look like inside his cock.

I come out of the bathroom. Andrew is spread naked on the couch, a tray of cheese and meat beside him, a glass of wine in one hand, his member standing erect. That smile spreads across his face, cruel and charming, as he intentionally spills his drink between the couch and table next to him. I stand stuck, not sure how to react, or what he expects of me. He certainly didn’t waste any time getting acquainted. “Well? Aren’t you going to come and clean it up?” he asks, gesturing toward me. I look down remembering I’m in a maid’s uniform. Some kink. Must be a rich guy thing.

When I pushed open the heavy glass door of the Nightshade Tattoo Studio, the wind chime above it rang out in a crisp cascade of sound. Henry Kane sat on a tall stool behind the workstation, wearing a black mask as he lowered his head and sketched. The air-conditioning ran cold inside the shop, carrying a faint blend of disinfectant and sharp tobacco. It was an unmistakable scent that belonged only to him. At the sound, he did not even look up; only the pencil in his hand paused for a brief moment.

"I want to sleep in here, with you, watching your favorite show." Smiling at him I squealed a bit, crossing my legs to try helping the throbbing I was feeling down there as I grabbed the remote to turn on N*****x. Snuggled up in my bed, the blanket pulled up over me as Andrew pulled his shirt off before he cuddled up next to me. Seeing him shirtless had my heart hammering loudly, I swore he could hear it too but I tried to calm it down, focusing on my breathing to slow my heart rate down.

"Two mates, a bed, a locked door. What do you think, Lanka?" Andrew finished the buttons and yanked the fabric from his trousers. His shirt fell open, revealing the hard, carved lines of his chest and abs. The red tea burn on his pale skin only made him look more visceral, more dangerous. I could smell him—that signature scent of cold pine mixed with raw, masculine heat. My breathing became jagged. Tears of frustration gathered in my eyes. "Andrew, you absolute bastard! We’re over! You’re about to have a pup with another person. Why won't you just leave me alone? I’m telling you, if you lay a hand on me today, I will..."

The next thing she knew, she was completely naked, lying on her back while Andrew's pants were down to his knees. She heard him whistle, as he massaged his bulge from outside his boxers. She looked into Andrew's eyes as she crawled back to the center of the bed and saw nothing but the desire. He took off his pants and impatiently; he pulled down his underwear, revealing the thickness of his shaft. "Oh, god." Kenzie gasped and blew air out of her mouth. "Someone sure is angry." Her eyes became hooded, seeing Andrew rub himself, his well-defined torso; his abs and his slender waist were on display for her to feast on. 'Shit, that looks hot.'

Anita even without seeing his pictures still moved her body in joy knowing that someone after years of feeling undesirable found her attractive [ yes, thank you for the access to your private pictures Andrew, and… I don't mind if you nibble on me a bit lol]. After her last message, Anita heard a notification sound, clicking on her message box she saw an accept access button which she clicked which instantly took her to Andrew's picture folder. What greeted her eyes was a handsome 30ish looking white male. Don't get Anita wrong she was all down with the swirl but she had never been with a white man before, so she hesitates before scrolling down to his next pictures. In these pictures it showe

Now she couldn’t deny that she looked forward to seeing him stand naked in front of her. Andrew, unable to contain his desire any longer, swiftly removed his shirt, revealing a sculpted physique that left Kathrine breathless. His chiseled chest glistened in the soft glow of the room, a testament to his strength and masculinity. Andrew’s full tattoos are shown to her. Kathrine examined every inch of his body. Every tattoo that was shown to her. He leaned over her, his lips hungrily seeking hers, their mouths melding together in a passionate kiss. Their kisses filled with a hunger that had been building between them for far too long. Each touch, and each kiss made them want each other even mor