Chris Maki Nude Novels & Stories

They were all around Lio and Naremi’s age, late twenties to mid thirties. Chris was a Malaysian man with sun kissed skin and shoulder length black hair. His hair was bone straight and he usually kept it in a ponytail. I didn’t want to call him bulky because that wouldn’t be accurate. Chris was what you’d call ‘beefy’ or ‘husky’. He was average height, around five foot nine and I’ve only ever seen him wear black shirts with basketball shorts of some kind.

He moaned against her skin, the sound more erotic than anything she has ever heard. Christian continued with his line of kisses down her stomach. He sunk to his knees in front of her, watching her as he pulled off her thong slowly not breaking eye contact. Soon, it was off her body and she laid bare naked. She watched him as he lowered his head down in between her legs, also watching her reaction. Makaila felt the most wonderful and unexpected jolt of satisfaction when his mouth claimed her core. She couldn't hold herself up anymore. It was too much. With one flick of his tongue against her clit, she fell backwards onto the bed with gasp.

Mason hissed. My brows contorted, “Too specific. How can you be so sure?” Mason smirked, slipping his phone out from his back pocket and shoving it in my face. My jaw dropped as I stared at the photo displayed on his phone’s screen. Chris is kissing a random blonde with a glass in his hand at a dark club section. I gasped, surprised by what I had just seen. “How…how did you get this?” Mason grinned, “A celebrity always has his way.”

“Do what? Show the world how much I love you? How much I love every part of you? That’s what the pictures are, Macie. Love.” “That is not love. That is porn!” Carter sighed and raked his fingers through his curls. “I was afraid this might happen.” “What? That I’d freak out about strangers seeing my bare body painted in every conceivable position?” “No, that you wouldn’t understand.” Macie wanted to scream. Instead, she snapped, “I wouldn’t understand? Because I don’t have a fucking Masters of Fine Arts that I can’t see I’m utterly naked?”

Didn’t Jer and Kathleen also refer to Chris as Alpha a few days ago? “You might want to back away a little,” Chris suggests as he takes off his shirt and his pants. I cover my eyes and scream. “What the hell are you doing, Chris? Don’t just strip in front of us! That’s gross!” “I’m wearing boxers, chill. Don’t cover your eyes, you have to see me shift,” Chris calmly explains the situation.

he got cut off by Chris coming our side with my take aways coz I sent him a text about what the kids wanted and Dine and me also " Chikita, I know this ain't your man boo coz his looking soo fine, what did you do to get a man like this Chika spit it out" he yelled " Chris stop you embarrassing me dang -bring me my food and get out of here, one more thing keep your big eyes off my man " I said snapping my finger coz he plays too much " ohhh honey I know you didn't just snap your lil finger at me- hello fine ass I'm Chris and who might you be? Coz I know we never been introduced" Chris said extending his hand to Hakeem who seemed way to uncomfortable

Chris looked like a walking mood board—wearing a neon-cobalt silk bowling shirt left open over a ribbed tank, geometric retro sunglasses perched on his nose, and a pair of customized white skates with glowing marigold wheels already on his feet. ​"Darlings!" Chris purred, throwing his hands up dramatically. His eyes instantly zipped to Malik, scanning him from head to toe with an analytical, high-fashion glare. "Okay, fine. The bone structure is real, the silver chain is acceptable, and the graphic tee is proportional. Kelsey, honey, you are dismissed from my aesthetic tribunal. He passes." ​Malik raised an eyebrow, a genuinely amused grin breaking across his face as he extended a hand. "Mal

Her long hair was always in a ponytail, which Pat constantly nagged her to highlight with caramel balayage. "Yes!" the two chorused loudly. She was wearing a midnight blue draped asymmetrical maxi skirt that revealed one of her thighs. Her top was a cream-colored halter. She still felt uncomfortable with her bare arms showing. "Girl, you're going to be seen on TV while handing those documents to Maverick Logan," Maki said, even shaking her shoulder for emphasis. "You can’t show up looking like a nun. You’d ruin RTA’s image," Pat added, laughing.

For a second, I can’t do anything but stare. They’re all standing together, their jeans pulled open just enough to free their c*cks, like it’s nothing. Groaning under my breath, I swipe to the next image. It’s Mason, sitting in a leather chair, his dark hair falling slightly into his face. He’s naked, leaning back, one hand wrapped around himself. The tattoos on his hand trail up to his arm, and when I look closer, I spot the metal piercing through the top of his c*ck.

Chris strode into his modern apartment, a satisfied smirk playing on his chiseled face. The day had been long, but the night was just beginning. As an attractive, fit 34-year-old with piercing blue eyes and an impressive package, Chris knew how to make the most of his free time. And tonight, he had plans with Joko, a tall, skinny twink with a penchant for big cocks and even bigger balls.