Bryce Parker Nudes Novels & Stories

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

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.

“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.

I snapped a picture of myself from the waist down, naked, just my groin showing, with a bit of my pubes and a glimpse of my penis peeking out. It was a very bold move, and I didn’t even know what I was doing, but I just found myself wanting to do it. Unfortunately for me, Bryce saw the picture and didn’t react to it. He didn’t even reply, and I hated that. But now that I’d started, there was no way I was going to stop. Just picturing the look on his face, his shock, his arousal, whether it was accurate or not pushed me to keep going.

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.

Damien commanded with a poker face. "Bro you used me and my body like tissue and now you want to throw me." Brad dramatically put one hand on his chest. "What?" Celestine widened her eyes and looked at Damien then at Brad. 'Are the gay?' She thought in her mind. "Get lost before I feed you to my hungry wolves." Damien gritted his teeth. Brad understand he had spout nonsense and enraged the beast. He waved his hand and run away. "Are you two...?" Celestine blinked her eyes unable yo utter that one word.

His waxing extended way down below his torso. A naked dude with a pubeless hard-on just called my wife smoking hot. I was trying to process that when I looked up to see Peter in the pool between Sara and Erika with his arms on both their shoulders. "Coming in?" he called. Erika didn't even look too weirded out by the naked guy draping his arm around her. His hand would probably have been dangling on her breast if it hadn't been holding the glass. She did look a little scandalized, but mostly she looked like she was challenging me to freak out as much as she had. Yep, reality-warping field still in place.

I'm breathless, panting. He leans forward, mouth open, but I stop him. “I want to suck your cock.” Mr. Parker freezes for a moment, then he rises, unbuckling his belt. I slip from the counter and brush his hands aside to help, yanking his jeans down once open. My mouth waters when I see he's a commando-type of guy, his cock bobbing free as soon as his pants slip down. Fuck.