Christopher Cote Nude Novels & Stories

She went over to the coffee table, and picked up the pictures of her and her friends. She was totally nude in all of them. In one she was sitting on the edge of the hot-tub, her friend Misty climbing out beside her. In another she was leaning back, and Misty was rubbing her tits against Krista's; an unidentifiable blonde was turned away from the camera in the background. The third was by far the most incriminating. Krista was in the house, lying on my bed, her eyes open wide and her mouth forming an 'O'. Misty was lying beside her, on her stomach, her legs spread with a clear view to her closely cropped twat. In this one, my wife was sitting on the edge of the bed drying her hair with a towe

“Then here’s the chase. There’s a story going around. One you’re not going to like.” Christopher’s fingers stilled, mid-keystroke. Nathan leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on the table. His voice was soft, but it landed like a punch. “They’re saying you’re keeping a woman in your mansion. Against her will. Using her... as your personal sex toy.” The words shattered the silence. Christopher’s head lifted slowly, like a predator sensing blood. His expression didn’t shift at first—only his eyes darkened, fury rippling beneath the calm.

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

It shone in the light illuminating overhead as he flipped the file open with shivering hands. "Bloody hell!" Cole expressed loudly while Hunter just lost his voice as their gazes fell on the first set of evidence— pictures of Zara taken from afar, but clear enough to show that it was her. They were not just any pictures... But pictures of her standing half naked in dark alleys, or fully naked in the BDSM club she went to. What made the pictures worse were men. Different men. Each picture had Zara with a different man, pressed against the wall or on the floor, being banged with legs either on their shoulders or in the air.

Elisabeth. I start to take off my clothes, getting completely naked in front of them. “Suck Christopher,” Alex orders. I let out a sigh and kneel down in front of Christopher, putting my hands in his pants, reaching for his fly and deftly unzipping it, watching his hard cock pop out. It's very big and thick. I salivate and, without delay, I put his cock in my mouth, moving my head back and forth, making him grunt.

Pleasure courses up my body as thick streams of cum land on Cole. As I come down from my high, I remember the last part of the scene tonight. Marcus gets his phone and tells Cole to smile as he takes pictures of him covered in cum and drool from the gag. He has hickys on his neck, chest and thighs that are dark. Cole consented to the pictures being taken as long as we sent them to his phone. I take the gag out of his mouth and he moves his jaw around to relax it. "This is so hot," Cole moans and I smile. He's gorgeous like this.

It must be the vodka. Has to be the damn thing really kicking in now. Because my eyes won't stop roaming eover very mouthwatering piece of this man's body. And that's when it hits me. This man is almost nude— save the tattoo perfectly sitting on his chest, flexing his abs and pectorals. Other than that, it's just a tiny towel wrapped around his waist, looking like it might snap loose at the slightest movement. Holy hell, I'm so freaking done for! Is this Lyra girl not just a stripper but a whore?

Chris leaned against the counter, watching me with a lazy smile, his expression relaxed and content. “You look good like this,” he mused, his voice still laced with sleep. I rolled my eyes playfully but couldn’t hide the small smile tugging at my lips. “Like what? Making breakfast?” He shrugged. “Just… comfortable. It’s nice. But something is missing” I stopped in my tracks and stared at him wondering what was missing. He approached me and removed all my clothes. I was completely nude. “Chris? What do you think you’re doing?”

“You have got this. You know you are doing this for Joe.” Lily swallowed hard, rolled her shoulders and stepped out of the bathroom. Then she froze. Christopher Bridger stood, backing her, and shirtless. She had never seen him in anything other than his pair of suits. Even since they arrived in Miami for their honeymoon, he had been fully and formerly dressed…well, except at nights. Christopher’s back was wide and very muscular, down to his broad shoulders and taut muscles. Lily had not seen many naked men, but she knew that the sight before her was something else. Christopher’s skin and body looked like something that was described in a romantic novel.

She would never truly love him! The door opened with a click. Christopher was wiping his hair dry with a towel. He was only wearing another towel hanging on his hips. His torso was naked, and Amelia could see drops of water trickling down his sculpted chest and into his Adonis' belt. He often worked out and maintained an excellent figure. Christopher's face turned cold when he saw that it was Amelia at the door. "What do you want?" Amelia stood stunned at the sight of him in this state. He just had a shower. It wasn't hard to guess what was coming next for him. There didn't seem to be any other sound coming from inside the room aside from running water from the washroom.