Bryce Parker Nudes Novels & Stories

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.

Today was the closing ceremony for the art festival, and I had to go. When I stepped into the hall, the hustle and bustle instantly died down. Instead, everyone cast me strange glances while they looked at my collar. When I looked at the center of the hall, I was stunned. I saw an erotic portrait located over there. The model had an alluring figure and held a bold posture in the portrait. The red mole on the chest stood out like a sore thumb on the model’s fair body. When I looked up, I saw that the model had my face.

The girls laughed hard in the background. "Get back here!" Brooke's crazy voice hissed as Elias scrambled for the door again, quick on her feet. "It's so funny!" Amanda laughed till tears formed in her eyes. Her smile was cruel and triumphant, and she taunted Elias, "Run, little nerd. Let's see how far you get. Gosh, I can't wait to upload this for everyone to see!" Tears stung the back of Elias's eyes as she stumbled out of the door. Her breath was ragged as she ran down the hallway, with the girls videoing her from behind.

It was a large phoenix, and the drawing was detailed, its wings stretched as if mid-flight with orange flames licking at its tail feathers. Bree shoved Bryon with her foot from across the chair, her small frame surprisingly strong. “Put a shirt on, you barbarian!” she exclaimed. Bryon barely reacted; he just swatted her foot away lazily as his eyes remained glued to the screen. “Relax, Bree. It’s just skin.” “It’s indecent, and no one wants to see your naked chest.” Bree declared dramatically, crossing her arms. “You have traumatized Octavia."

Let’s make tonight unforgettable. He exhaled sharply, clicking the message open. Knox: When? Bree: Your place. Tonight. And I want you naked. His lips curled into a grin as he typed: Knox: Say less. But even as he stared at Bree’s I*******m-perfect face in her profile photo, fiery red curls, perfect tan skin, pouting full lips, his mind wandered to another image. Light caramel skin. Thick curls tied back. Glasses that hid a fire behind her eyes.