Caleb Coffee Nudes Novels & Stories

I told him that they predicted that happening years before the Great War, and here we are with robots still piles of metal. Caleb's office is a unique mixture of bright colored art in jagged picture frames and odd green plants that almost looked blue in the light. He loved to talk about plants. His weird fascination with plants probably led to him being single. Not only was he single, but he didn't even seem like he had a warm bed.

The curtain only allows her to see his silhouette, but she knows she likes what she sees. Caleb is running through his head what he is going to say to Candace when he sees her. He was hoping to be up and dressed before she woke up. His mind is going over and over his speech, trying to anticipate what she will say, but it keeps flashing back to images of her naked body and that completely sexy catgirl costume. Her attractive body, those gravity defying breasts and of course her pert round ass with that cat tail that just seems so real keeps his mind drawn to her instead of the speech. Of course there is her tightly, smooth pussy. Not only does his mouth start to water, but his long, thick coc

he moans deep in his throat as I enclose his hard length in between my flesh and start to move up and down around his cock. Another thing I've learned about Caleb is he's very visual and he's a very dirty boy. He likes sex, he doesn't mind getting messy, and he loves telling me what to do. "Like this?" I gaze up at him, taking in the passion on his face, the sweat dripping off, and the way he's pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth.

“Make it something rich. I think he needs it.” Mattie nodded eagerly, her apron swinging as she turned to leave. But then Caleb spoke, his voice calm, low, without hesitation. “Uh—Mattie, please… I like my coffee dark roast. Low sugar. Just one cube. No cream. If it’s too hot, let it sit for a minute before bringing it out. The flavor’s better when it settles.” Mattie paused, turned halfway back with a nod, and left. But Crystal didn’t move. She stood rooted to the spot, her smile faltering.

A sauna, steam room, and elite Jacuzzi lie beyond the glass where Caleb’s little birds draw a bath for their Pakhan, while the rest make the sheets with roses, ribbons, all the things that make up a ‘Virgin Altar,’ ready to be sullied. White sheets, as if they expect me to bleed like a lady. They don't know I’ve been used so thoroughly; there is nothing to defile. If I were a woman, Tristan’s children would’ve been running about the place like worker termites. But that’s the perks of being a man, because two dicks can’t make a baby. “How did the session go?” Caleb asks, placing Bear-skinned footwear at the entrance of the sauna. “I trust that the Pakhan was well pleased. You told me you’ve m

I shook my head again. "Cain doesn't love me. He would never risk his title for me. I promise you that you're wasting your time. I am nobody to him." The admission brought tears to my eyes but I refused to let them fall. Weber sighed. "Cain is the most powerful man in the world," he said. "But he's not the most powerful person in the world." I stared at him. "You're his mate," he said. "You are the most powerful person on this planet. You could snap your fingers and all that the world can offer would be yours."

Also apparently a complete pervert when it comes to Caleb. Naked guys have never bothered me before. Guys at training, underground fights, the gym I spent half my life in before coming here… being around men has always been normal to me. Bodies are just bodies. Sweat, muscles, bruises, scars. None of it ever affected me enough to think twice about it. But Caleb walking around shirtless while my wolf feeds me graphic fantasies should honestly be considered psychological warfare. Because it is impossible to act normal when he looks like that. Impossible.

Men rarely married the women they had flings with. She jumped when the bathroom door opened. The fresh smell filled the room. She quickly turned her head as Caleb walked out wearing only a pair of pyjama pants. She had always known he was well-built, his schedule included morning runs and a strict diet. He was lean but well-built, every muscle was defined as he moved. She sharply inhaled. Coffee was his only guilty pleasure. She smiled at the thought of coffee. “Do I amuse you?” Caleb rubbed a small towel through his hair that he had in his hands.

“I’ve consorted with no one.” Caleb’s smirk returned, and he reached into the folds of his cloak. “No one?” he repeated mockingly. “Is that so?” With a flourish, he pulled out a stack of papers and tossed them onto the floor in front of me. The top page slid closer, and my stomach twisted as I recognized the image: a modeling photograph of Raven. Caleb gave the pile of papers a nudge with his boot, revealing the rest. More and more photos from her modeling days. Pictures of her in public. Files that contained detailed information about her life, her family, and her business.

“Caleb, you took the wrong—” Whatever else I’d been about to say lodged itself in my throat. Caleb Killeen, the unwelcome rogue of every wet dream I’d ever had, was standing, naked, between two thin pines. I saw him in profile, which meant I got an eyeful of not only a hard, toned ass, but also toned abs, a strong back, wide shoulders, and muscular arms and legs. I could even see his... well... IT. He seemed rather well-endowed in that department, but then, I’d never seen one up close and personal. All I had to go on was a secret dare visit my friends and I took to Sex World once.