Brock Magnus Nude Novels & Stories

She pushes the fabric off my shoulders, and her eyes travel over my upper body. "Fuck, Lorenzo. You're gorgeous." She runs her hands over my torso and kisses my neck, my chest, my abs, leaving a trail of fire wherever her lips touch. I take off my belt and unfasten the button and the fly of my slacks. They fall to the ground, and I kick them away. My boxer briefs follow. I stand naked before Megan. Her eyes focus on my rock-hard erection, and her mouth opens slightly. "You're big," she says, and the hunger in her eyes makes me groan.

completely naked. Bianca leaped forward to stand with her back to Black to hide his nakedness from the others. Then, she stretched the sides of her dress backward, trying to cover as much skin as possible. "Love, I told you, nudity does not bother those of my kind." Bianca looked up at him and nodded. "And I told you too. Your nudity in front of others bothers me." Magnus laughed softly and wrapped his arms around the waist of his soul mate, causing the people around them to look in wonder.

Earis. I had somehow navigated my way to the pool, trying to clear my head. The whole scene in Magnus's room still made my head ache. I just needed a little bit of quiet. The sound of someone slowly getting into the pool behind me made me turn. The mark on my neck flared intensely as my eyes landed on him. Magnus. My eyes betrayed me, scanning him from head to toe as my breath caught in my throat. He was almost naked. Just a pair of tight shorts that clung to his hips, leaving little to the imagination. Every sculpted muscle on his torso was on full display, from the ridges of his abs to the broad cut of his chest.

I’ve been subtly throwing myself at him. I moved into his room. I undress in his presence, hoping he would help me—but still, he doesn’t touch me. I even touch him while we sleep at night, but all he does is cuddle me, his monstrous cock pressed hard against my ass, making my heat even more uncontrollable. Oh… damn. From the corner of my eyes, I steal a glance at Magnus as he stands in the water, swirling his head as water splashes from his hair. God… those tattooed abs are so sexy, and I desperately want to run my fingers over them.

[Sydney] At dawn, Magnus left our bedroom in a huff, throwing on a pair of slacks and grabbing a jacket from the closet. He usually is more mindful of his appearance, but an alert on his phone stole the color from his cheeks. "There's been a breach," he announces. "I'll take care of it." He returned an hour later, sweaty and angry. "They got away," he announced, throwing his phone on the nightstand as he pulled off his clothing with jagged motions, tearing the seam of his coat. "They must be working with HER."

Jared asks as Brock enters the kitchen. “Please,” he growls, running his hands through his hair. The man’s hair is gorgeous- it’s chocolate brown, though the sun has lightened some of the strands to more of a coppery color. It falls a few inches below his shoulders in loose waves and looks like it would be silky soft to the touch. As Brock reaches up to secure his hair back in a quick man bun, his t-shirt rides up and I get a glimpse of his lower abs and the tantalizing V shape of his Adonis belt. This guy’s body is unreal- I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I saw him in the kitchen the other night wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. His body is all three T’s: tanned, toned, and tat

Silas pulled her away from Magno and threw her onto the bed. "We're going to fuck you the way you deserve!" He warned, tearing off his clothes as if they were on fire and needed to be rid of each piece immediately. Megan lay naked on her back on the bed, admiring their beautiful cocks. They were big, but she was a strong girl and wouldn't back down. She wanted them both inside her at the same time. Silas's member was bigger than Magno's, who was a very big man, but both were appetising.

Does he have no respect for boundaries? “Magnus!” I snap, spinning slightly in the water, but the anger in my voice dies in my throat as I see him suddenly stiffen. He stops dead in his tracks, golden eyes widening slightly as they take in the scene — me, naked and half-submerged in the bath, water trailing down my bare shoulders. His mouth parts slightly as if he’s about to speak, but no words come. His gaze drops instantly, avoiding my eyes, and his face flushes with something that looks suspiciously like embarrassment, which, given his usual confidence, catches me completely off guard.

And Jer was practically fucking himself on his long digits. "Aaaahhhh Magnus". Jer jolted and hide his face in the crook of Magnus chest tightly hugging him, when Magnus’s fingers found his spot. "Good boy. Relax. Enjoy it baby". Magnus was constantly abusing his prostate. He felt satisfied listening to the moans accompanied by his deep grunts.

I stomped my foot as I gritted my teeth. This wasn’t how it was meant to go! But fine, if they wanted to pick the losing side, then I was happy to win. I spotted Magnus down in the courtyard. His broad back was covered in black plate armour; legs enclosed in tight dark leather. Boots crunching as he shouted instructions and pointed the men in various directions. His sword knocking against that thick thigh. He was quite delicious when he wasn’t wearing that ridiculous cloak. When this is all over, I’m going to force that moustache of his between my legs. The man is dense. Hints don’t work. My pussy clenched in anticipation.