Bryce Parker Nudes Novels & Stories

“OH MY GOD.” “Yeah. Mr. Bryce Dunkel never showed his face again at the Red & Black, and I pretty much decided after that I was never going to fuckin’ talk to a member of the press, ever.” “Until now.” “Until now.” We just stood there in the shower, the steam rising around us – me standing there with a digital recorder in hand, him standing there naked, soap and water streaming down his perfect body and his long, thick, gorgeous cock – And then, as I realized I was staring at it, it began to get erect again.

Once his jeans were on his knees, Charleigh’s desperate eyes widened to the bulge, and Bryce let go of the shallow breathing when his boxers followed. He was so magnificent stark naked. His perfectly erect thick cock with a monstrous size was beyond stunning. He prowled and crawled to the bed, and instinctively, Charleigh drew herself up, feeling greedy and exposed at the same time as she spread her thighs wider for him. “Are you sure about this?” “You’re asking me that now when you knocked on my door, kissed me to oblivion, and now is naked above me?” Bryce chucked, and his deep voice turned deeper and huskier. “Just making sure you’re not gonna change your mind when I’m about to be inside

I leave the altar and rush to grab one brochure from a nearby guest and open it. And my soul leaves my body. There I am on page one. Naked... everything on display. With another one of my side partners on top of me. My back, my tattoos, the curve of my body, all caught in perfect, high-resolution detail. Another photo depicts me in a hot tub with a pair of individuals from training camp, intoxicated, plus a blurred girl performing inappropriate actions within a public spa. My chest turns to ice. The next page is worse.

"No problem. I've been itching to go for a run." Parker seemed more self-conscious than Jaxon at stripping in front of her, his fingers fumbling with the closures for his clothing. Once she saw him nude, she couldn't understand why. The man surely descended from the titans. Broad chested, with a smattering of hair on his upper body, the man was a Goliath all over-or so she assumed. She didn't quite have the nerve to peek below.

It still hurt to remember that day. Jerky whimpered at Lyn, looking at her with sad eyes. "It's OK my puppy loves, I'm ok," she assured him as she parked her car. The trailer was quiet. Bryce was sleeping or gone. "But why would he leave Jerky?" she thought. She turned the trailer's doorknob, but it wasn't. She went inside and found Bryce laying in there naked. He looked at her with seductive, wanting eyes and asked her playfully, "Hey there sexy supervisor, come here often?" Lyn smiled at his corny foreplay. She looked over his naked body and couldn't help but compare his with Chris Ortiz'

Breathless, he leaned against the edge of the pool, still full of pent-up frustration. Footsteps came from the end of the path, deliberately heavy, making him aware of the person's arrival. Bryce's throat rolled. Without turning his head, he dived back into the water, his long arms sliding across the surface, creating a white splash. Irene stood by the pool, mesmerized by the wild and agile figure in the water. She had fantasized about being with Bryce before. He must be unrestrained, wild, fierce, and full of hormones and masculinity.

I had seven missed calls from Eric and an endless row of text messages that I would not be reading. I scrolled through my contact list for my Dad’s number when a door opened. I turned my head to see Bryce stepping out from the bathroom. His hair was a little damp and tousled and he was wearing only his black boxer shorts. He looked like he had just woken up. He rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through his dark hair. How the hell was he so unbelievably attractive in the morning? I clutched the sheets up to my chest without thinking, my heart beat quickening.

Done, he smirked and went to his bathroom to freshen up. * * * In a fraction of an hour, Aiden was done preparing. Unlike others, he and Alex will wear thongs and leave their chest bare. That’s the only thing that differentiates them from other pornstars and dictates them as the CEOs of Brazzers and the popular sex gods. Therefore, Aiden packaged his BYC thong which he bought today at Five hundred dollars. He dabbed his cologne and then skittered off.

“Oh God, I need you, Bryce.” “Patience, baby.” “Fuck patience. I need to feel you.” Bryce pulls my thong down my legs and throws it to the side. He stands to undress, and I can’t help but stare at the fine specimen standing in front of me. Bryce climbs back on the bed and up my body. He lifts me forward a little so that he can unbutton my bra. He slides it down my arms and throws it to the side as well. Bryce returns his attention to my breast. He gathers them together and sucks on both nipples at the same time, driving me crazy. My body is burning with desire, and Bryce won’t give me what I need.

Bryce pulled me onto the sofa and sat me down. “Liz, this is Peter and Kyle. My bandmates.” He pointed to the two sitting on the sofa who now stood up to face me. They’re both handsome and have a difference of charisma. You will see immediately when you see them. Kyle is definitely a Playboy, because of his actions. And this Peter, he’s kinda quietly. He stare at me with his blue lazy eyes. “And my sister, Catalina.” They held out their hands together. I then wondered whose hand I would hold first because both right hands were outstretched. But before I could reach their hand Bryce had already slapped the hand of the two.