Novel & Cerita Chase Hudson Shirtless

I should stop him and tell him that’s not allowed, but instead I thrust my hips forward, inviting him to do more. “You must be hurting.” “Yes,” I whimper as his fingers graze across my clit, barely touching me. “The top. I want it off.” Without thinking, I go for my shirt. Only a few of the buttons are done up since the bottom part is tied. My fingers fumble with the buttons while Chase looks like he wants to rip it off my body. But he watches and doesn’t move as his eyes never leave me. Finally when I get the thing free, he groans at seeing the pretty lacy white bra they gave me to wear. It’s a fight to take that off too because I’m not used to a bra that clips in the front. When I get the

His damp, dark hair was messy, and he had a white towel loosely slung around his neck. The problem wasn't his bare, muscular chest or his broad shoulders. The problem was what he was wearing on his lower half. Chase was wearing a pair of loose, thin grey sweatpants. And because we had been best friends since elementary school, I knew for a fact that Chase never wore boxers when he was just lounging around his apartment. Without underwear, the thin fabric of the grey sweatpants didn't hide a single thing. As he shifted his weight to put the juice carton back in the fridge, the distinct outline of his junk shifted too. I could literally see the shape and weight of his sack hanging low against

This guy had recovered incredibly fast! Tuck didn’t say more but gazed at him with a hint of envy—youthful vigor was truly enviable. Harper and Tuck stood there, parched under the blazing sun, almost feeling like they were about to fry—completely ignored by Chase. Splash! Water sprayed as Chase emerged from the pool. His skin, pale and flawless like diamonds, glistened in the sun. His toned abdomen and broad chest were mesmerizing, the narrow, strong waist dripping with droplets, exuding raw, magnetic power.

And judging by his face, all has been forgotten. I’m in a sleeveless white lace gown, showing off my ample milk tits. It hugs every curve and is what someone called a “mermaid” dress. I just know it made me feel sassy and my ass looks amazing. I opted for no slip, no shape wear of any kind since my males love my little belly pudge. And because I know it’ll drive them crazy later, no panties. Rowan eyes me like I’m a steak dinner and my belly heats. ‘Snap out of it you weirdos or this show ain’t ever gonna happen,” Hudson teases, and takes my arm again.

Revealing himself would only be putting him in trouble. Chase pulled my gown up, exposing my bare bottom. The bar was filled with celebrities and influencers, so I had no worries. They were all going about their businesses under the loud music. I went commando mode, no underwear. Chase's throbbing dick was in me without foreplay. I would've been more sore if Rudd hadn't just removed his fingers from me. “Are you happy, you crazy bitch?” He said, ramming into me. I was more than happy. Delirious was the word, or hysterical.

I’m bundled up in black fur, the hood firmly yanked down over as much of my face as possible. Cyrus slowly climbs up, struggling to shift his huge frame through the hole. All the men gasp as he finally climbs out with no layers on, passing them up for me and Dee to hold. His bare frame is hunched over until he clears the last step onto the snow then slowly unfurls himself to full height, Bare-chested, his full, dark, macabre tattooed body was displayed to everyone. Nobody spoke as he slowly, deliberately redressed. Each layer tugged on and pulled down methodically as if the weather battering us was an illusion.

William read the paper along with the other staff after the family has read it in the morning. “Oh god, yes,” Joanna agreed and started reading the article that was written by a reporter named Judy Budd. “Charming billionaire playboy, Trevor Hudson, was seen leaving The Rainbow Room with a young blonde around ten-thirty p.m. last night. According to multiple sources from the charity ball the Hudsons hosted several weeks ago, the young lady’s name is Clarice Cameron. Not much is known about the blonde bombshell other than Trevor being enamored with her as soon as he laid eyes on her at the ball. Has Ava Bartholomew been overthrown as the number one contender for the playboy’s heart? Oh dear,”

Over it, I wore a denim blue ripped hoodie with some black boots complimenting the whole look. Let the hell fire unleash as I have breakfast with the devil's spawn

I already stated that she was coming with us, so I doubted that Chase would mind having her in his car. It was just for a few minutes anyway. When Chase came out, my breath was stuck in my throat. He was wearing a pair of denim jean trousers that clung to his athletic and firm thighs, and then he had on a leather jacket that wasn’t fully zipped. He wore a white singlet shirt inside the leather jacket, but it didn’t cover his broad chest. Thus, the scanty, and yet sensational hairs on his chest were out. Chase also did something with his full hair. It wasn’t anything grand or thoughtful, and that made him come out as a little rugged, and as I stared at him, I tried to swallow, but my throat w