Chest Piece For Men Novels & Stories

He wore an off-white, cream-colored button-down shirt made of a lightweight, semi-sheer fabric with vertical ribbed detailing. The sleeves were rolled up to his mid-forearms, the fabric tucked neatly into high-waisted, wide-leg dress trousers of deep black. When he stood up to grab a book from the shelf, my eyes roamed over him, unlocking a sudden breathlessness that glued me to the floor. A slim black leather belt with a subtle silver buckle hugged his waist. A delicate silver chain with a small rectangular pendant rested against his chest, complementing a silver wristwatch and a stack of slim metallic bracelets on his right wrist.

The long sleeves hid the one and a half-inch ivory sword, along with the small wrists that might have surprised some of how they could hold the twenty-pound metallic thing. "Prince Chester." The woman knelt on one knee and placed her left fist on the ground, lowering her head to the only man standing in the room. Her high ponytail swung forward at the motion, revealing the pearly white skin of her nape. The tip of her jet-black hair brushed against her lowering shoulder to cover half of her diamond face shape and high cheekbones. "Rise, Alessa. How many times do I have to tell you? You don't have to do this courtesy when we're alone," said the man.

Lisa chipped she collected the heirloom with fear which was wore on her by her mother in-law. Dennis pov fuck, I can't wait to get this over with. he always looked good after all he his an Italian man. His black tuxedo jacket beaming softly with the ray of light shining on the black and white diamond placed in his jacket his hair was neatly styled back and his look gave dangerous, dark, intimidating but someone you can easily loose your panties to 🫦, fuck he looks so good extremely attractive, and he pissed sex apealling without doing anything.

He was on a tailored tunic of deep forest green draped elegantly around his broad shoulders, cinched at the waist with a belt of supple leather adorned with intricate silver buckles. Beneath the tunic, a crisp white shirt peeked out, its collar open to reveal a glimpse of his firm, chiseled jawline. She saw a mat of dark hair on his chest, and that made her swallow hard. Reluctantly peeling her eyes off his chest while having naughty imaginary thoughts swirling in her head, she gazed down. To his trouser. It fit snugly against his muscular thighs before tapering down to meet polished leather boots that gleamed in the moonlight.

Damn, the man got undeniable charms. He's wearing a casual jeans and black shirts underneath the black leather jacket paired with Versace sneakers. I saw him took off his jacket and casually put on the back of the high chair leaving me a view of his muscular arms. Those strong arms would surely make a perfect heat pack during cold seasons. He's hot. Period.

It seemed to be made of solid gold too. Judging by the choice of decoration, the leader of the Riverville Warrior League must be a powerful man. Based on his taste in furniture, he probably wasn't that young either. A while later, a middle-aged man with strong features, a square jaw, and a black outfit entered the hall. He fidgeted with two perfectly moqui balls in his hand. Two austere-looking men followed closely behind him. They looked incredibly thin and had a prominent bone structure. Their footsteps were also light—a clear indication that they were incredibly powerful.

“Do you have a daughter or a son?” Chester spoke before Charity could say anything, “A son.” “How old is he?” “About three months old.” The employee smiled. “Your wife’s body bounced back really quickly.” “Yes.” Chester circled Charity’s waist with a smile and said, “I want to buy a few sets of clothing for my son.” “The clothes for your son’s age are on this side.” Although they wore masks, the employee could tell that the watch on the man’s wrist was costly. Hence, she promoted all sorts of baby products to Chester with great enthusiasm.

We stare at each other with the same stern expression as we check out one another. He was huge and tall, the exact opposite of me. He had black wild hair, and black medium length beard that made him look much older than twenty eight. It made him look extra manly and masculine especially since it was supported by broad shoulders, hard rippled arm muscles, and no doubt a well shaped six pack underneath his black, button down, long sleeve shirt. The shirt was untucked, and the sleeves were rolled up to just below his elbows. He was wearing a black skinny jeans underneath.

She didn't believe he would keep that old thing. He laughs at her and gets dressed, it was a black garb that exposed the arms and the mid section, the chest was plated with amour and there were gauntlets.to where to protect the lower arm. He slides his mask on and his pants are sticking to his body like glue. They were placed a bit under his waist and she was able to see the drool worthy 'V' he had around his torso.

I could only mirror their faces as we quietly sat together. "Come now, I can feel the brooding atmosphere all the way from the lobby. I thought I heard you guys where these remarkable super soliders." A tall and middle aged man came walking in. He was tall, fairly slender with a bit of beef on his bones. I wouldn't describe him as muscular, but he was fit enough for hard labor. He wore a tight fitted white tunic that shaped to his body. Every small buldge and hill where decently shaped by this tunic. A deep cut in the tunic by the neck, revealed a deep set of black and white peppered chest hairs. A white single string loosely kept it together. Black leather pants hugged his legs, and other i