Bryce Parker Nudes Novels & Stories

"You're totally not a fag. You're just a straight guy who gets a hard-on when another dude tells him what to do." Braden swallowed hard. He didn't say anything. "Take off the pants," Jake ordered. Braden looked around the empty stadium. Then he pushed his sweatpants and underwear down. He stepped out of them. He stood on the 50-yard line completely naked, his big cock sticking straight out, leaking precum. "Turn around and bend over," Jake said. Braden turned around. He bent at the waist, resting his big hands on his knees. His thick, muscular ass was thrust out in the air. Jake looked at it. It was a perfect jock ass. Hard and round.

Bryce points to a bowl filled with fresh flower clippings sitting on the bed while ignoring my explanation. I do as he commands, placing the pot back when I am done. "Come, Page. Undress me." I had gotten so used to dressing and undressing Bryce throughout the week that I was no longer fazed by his nakedness. But damn the man is fine! He steps into the tub and sits down. He has to draw his knees into his chest to fit his massive body. "Well? What are you waiting for, boy? Start scrubbing." I roll my eyes, hoping

But guess what, the algorithm wanted me to see what I don't want to see. I cuss under my breath when it's a video of him being interviewed. “Whoah, Mr. Tryst. Wasn't expecting to see you here. Here with your girlfriend just observing every model before deciding on what to buy?” Bryce immediately shook his head, “Girlfriend? What? I don't have a girlfriend. And I'm here with my friend to support his girlfriend which is also a close friend of mine.” A close friend? Bryce has a close friend who's also a supermodel like me?

Bryce entered his bedroom and was surprised to see Nella stark naked on his bed. The only thing covering her nude body was just a flee blanket that he had thrown on the bed In the morning before he left for work. Bryce frowned when he saw her there. He doesn't fuck a woman on his bed. His bed is off limits to all his whores and with good reason too but he couldn't do anything about it now. She was already lying down and he wouldn't want to spoil the fun by chasing her away.

The girl's naked body looks very seductive. .

“Please, let me suck on your cock. I’ve been a bad boy and need Mommy to punish me by making me choke on her big fat dick.” “Be a good little slut and crawl to me.” I spread my legs and watch as Bryce gets on his hands and knees. His movements are slow and deliberate, first one hand, then his knee, followed by his other hand. The scene before me is torturously exhilarating. He stops at the foot of the bed, his face parallel with the enormous dildo fastened between my legs.

He doesn't know that the man standing before me is not the one I was supposed to be standing with. Blake Parker. Twenty-four year old Co-CEO of The Parker Brothers. A billion dollar company that deals with selling buildings for profit and pressuring people to sell their land and companies to them. He is a lady's man and sure does love his booze. He has never liked me, probably thinks I'm after his brother's money which makes me think that he has a personality disorder considering that he is always against his brother.

Now completely naked, my skin felt the cool air while my wet nipples shone under the light. Bryce peeled off his own shirt, his chest muscles flexing as the hair trailed down to his navel and over his cut abs, leading to that deep V at his hip bones. His cock tented his pants, straining hard. He stood at the edge of the bed and stripped fast. His pants dropped, revealing his thick, veined cock with a fat purple head. Pre-cum dripped from the slit, glistening as the heavy shaft bobbed. His balls hung low in a tight sack.

Parker deep thrust his dick in his mouth like there was no problem with him taking in a 9 inch. Bradley had to scream again to let them know his in the room but they were reluctant to turn over to get their nakedness away from Valerie s sight.

He opens his arms to hug me, and I try my best not to look at Archie, who I think is on the couch on the left. He kisses both my cheeks before stepping back and putting some distance between us. He is in his usual golf tee and white pants, which I take as a sign that he plans to play golf, and I did not come prepared. Fuck. Bryce is every woman’s dream: tall, with broad shoulders, dark eyes, and a well-chiseled jaw with lips that look like he got fillers, but they are just that natural look. “I believe you are well acquainted with Archie?” he gestures towards the couch, and it takes everything in me not to snap.