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.

Elias’s fingers tangled in dark hair, tugging hard enough to draw a low growl from the other man’s throat. Clothes disappeared in a frantic rush. Elias’s shirt was yanked open, buttons scattering. His pants were shoved down and kicked away. The stranger’s jacket and shirt followed, revealing a powerful, athletic build, broad chest, defined abs, arms corded with muscle. But his pants stayed on, the belt still threaded through the loops.

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.

Zhane packed the things he liked to call ‘weapons’ and put them in the tiny space below his oversized shirt. Despite his tremendous practice and exercises, his overall size could be considered skinny. He was ripped, for sure… but he was still a bit skinny. Therefore a bit oversized shirts looked quite charming on him.

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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.

I said, referring to all that Brielle had said while pulling the ruined suit off my chest. "I don't wear suits from Zimbi's but Chandler's," I revealed, backing Brielle's words. Estelle couldn't believe this. She just stood there frozen, staring at her gift that was ruined into pieces. "The suits from Chandler's are flexible. It was built to adjust to any body figure, be it muscular or the opposite," Brielle finalized, dropping her eyes on me. I noticed how her face flushed at the sight of my sweaty body. She almost lost her focus but got herself.

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.