Che Mack Nude Novels & Stories

"Every fucking time, man! I was this close and you ruined my fucking concentration." "Fuck you," Mack says as he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, stroking it slowly. "Pull the covers back. I wanna watch and I'm sick of waiting for my turn." "Sasha wouldn't give it up tonight?" I challenge as the covers are flung off the bed, revealing Santos and I in all our naked glory. Mack's nostrils flare as his eyes rake over my body.

Author's Pov.:- " Mr Wright, don't you wanna go rafting? " a model asked Maverick after sitting beside him. Sparring a short glance at her Maverick sifted in his place and hold his juice glass before shifting his eyes from the beach to Naitee who was sitting under the hut with a novel in her hand. Her baby blue colour bikini is suiting her personality. Her hair is tied in a messy bun while a big hat is on her head hiding half of her face underneath it.

I shot Wayne a look of pure disgust and coldly said, "But you're filthy. Looking at you only makes me sick." The color drained from his face. His lips trembled, and for a moment, he seemed at a loss for words. Beside me, Mason chose that moment to deliver a merciless jab. "You're just a used-up, bottom-shelf scrap. Go home and take a look at yourself." I couldn't help but laugh at his words. Honestly, I hadn't expected Mason to have such a sharp, dry sense of humor.

My hands firmly keep his wrists down, my knee pushes further into his chest until he concedes. Jake whistles. “Good job, A!” He claps as I take a bow and hop down from the mat. “Bitch, you might have all of Moonbeam Hills fooled, but not me. I know who you really are.” Mack stands, his words spitting themselves at me. Jake clenches his fist, ready to defend my honor. I put a hand up to stop him. “Now, now, Mack. I know you’re upset that your attempts to get in my pants have been futile, but that’s no reason to be so rude. You know your life might be a lot easier if you’d just accept that I would rather die than ride your pencil dick.”

"Top and tail her. One down her throat. One over her face. One up her ass." "There's an idea," says Mack. Still looking down at me, staring me full in the face. "Yeah. I'll have you on your knees. My cock hard down your throat, balls banging your face." And with that, he reaches, grasps the top of my panties...

Eventually I slept off only to be awakened hours later by Mia. “Get up and get ready, babe. It's time for our night out.” I stretched, jumping out of bed. I spent an hour bathing and chosing what to wear. But in the end, I settled for a pair of black skinny jeans and a silky, off-the-shoulder top. It was simple, but it felt like armor. Mia, on the other hand, looked like she was heading to the Met Gala. We stepped out of the apartment into the cool night air, our heels clicking against the pavement as we flagged down a cab.

There is no way he’d miss the giant wet spot if my legs were spread. Mack’s breathing grows heavy as his eyes rake over every inch of me. Last week it had been a mad dash with him only shoving my dress up and burying his face between my thighs. I hadn’t been laid out naked for him. If I wasn’t so turned on, I would feel a bit shy. “The rest,” he growls. His voice is almost unrecognizable. The sound has my nipples growing painfully hard. “Now,” he snaps. “I still don’t know why I can’t go to the gym.” I’m talking nonsense, but I often ramble when I get nervous or unsure of something. I hook my fingers into my panties and pull them down my legs and toss them away.

I’m still sending you some money Chelle rolled onto her back, sighing. Then slowly… she lifted her shirt. Her bra slid off next. She snapped pictures of her perky breasts, then slipped out of the rest of her clothes and arched on her bed—capturing her ass from the angle she knew drove him crazy. This time… no mask. A message blinked almost instantly. Pressure: woah girl you’re making me so hard. and you didn’t cover your face today? what’s up with that

From the very first day I arrived, I devoted myself to helping him manage the pack. We were the model of love in the entire Pack. Our relationship couldn’t possibly crumble over my own doubts. Someone tapped my shoulder, snapping me back to reality. “Florence.” Leah twirled before me in her beautiful dress. “Florence, do you think this looks good on me?” I didn’t know where she had found that dress. The mermaid skirt swept the floor, covered in sparkling crystals. It looked more extravagant than my gown. I stared at my sister and couldn’t help but ask, “Leah, are you seeing someone?”

Shocked by the scene in front of me. Because the Almighty Jayden Ronan Keller had just walked into my kitchen - naked. Oh, my holy goddess.