Daniel Pitout Nudes Novels & Stories

A truly perfect man. "Why are you just standing there? Come here; we're having breakfast," Danial said, glancing at Kimberly as he put two plates on the dining table. "Ah, yes," Kimberly replied nervously. She walked over to the dining table. Danial stood up with his apron off. Unintentionally, the woman's gaze fell on Danial's pants. The image of Danial completely naked in front of her. A perfect figure with no gaps. "What's wrong?" asked Danial and that made Kimberly look away nervously. She found out where she was looking because Danial gave her a smile.

“Yes. With your consent, of course.” My mouth went dry. Damien was asking me to go nude in front of him. He had never painted a naked woman before. They were always clothed or covered in sheets, but never completely bare. “Are you sure that’s how you want to start this collection? I mean, wouldn’t you have a better chance at success with erotic art if you used women who fit society’s beauty standards?” I asked. It was exciting, yes, but also terrifying.

His eyes moved slowly over Noah’s body , the slim, hard cock still leaking onto his stomach, the small but perfectly formed vagina below it, swollen and shining with arousal. “Fuck, kid,” Daniel murmured. “You’ve been carrying this secret all by yourself?” Noah’s voice cracked. “I felt like a freak.” Daniel sat on the edge of the bed. His large, calloused hand reached out and gently tugged the sheet away. Noah didn’t stop him. “You’re not a freak,” Daniel said quietly, voice thick. “You’re beautiful. Both parts of you.” His fingers brushed Noah’s thigh, then slid higher. He traced the outer lips of Noah’s pussy with one thick fingertip, spreading the slickness.

What I saw stopped me cold. Daniel sat in the large leather armchair, his head tilted back, and his eyes closed in raw vulnerability. His slacks were open, one strong hand wrapped around his thick, rigid shaft, stroking with slow pumps. The sight was shockingly intimate — the way his chest rose and fell, the faint sheen of sweat on his forehead, the low, restrained groan that escaped his lips. He looked powerful even in this private moment, veins standing out along his forearm, the heavy length in his grip pulsing with need.

Daniel turn to me and said; "what's your deal; what were you thinking when you had sex with Drake, what will your mom think?" He angrily take his hand to his chin; he is speaking to me, like my father did before; how long as it been when someone reprimanded me just like dad normally did before he passed away; I carry my chair a lot closer to Mr. Daniels table; I explained to him that I lied about having sex with Drake because Muna wouldn't stop making fun of me, about me being a virgin; Mr. Daniel is surprised; he walk to the chair next to me; he sat down and said.

This was the face of someone who had lost everything to another person. Daniel did not look at me. He stared directly at Elliot's shirt. His eyes were fixed on the curve where our unborn pup was. He raised his voice over the rain. His voice was like a snake hissing. "Enjoy being in charge while you can, athlete," Daniel said. "Arthur knows what is in that shirt. He will not stop until the pup is gone."

I could see the front of his black trousers starting to tent. I waited a few more minutes, then stood up. “Even hotter now,” I said casually. I hooked my thumbs into my shorts and pushed them down my legs. I stepped out of them and sat back down completely naked. Danny’s gaze moved slowly down my body — over my breasts, my stomach, then straight to my smooth, wet pussy. I spread my legs a little wider. His cock was fully hard now, straining against his trousers. I could see the thick outline clearly.

Russel lifted his head just to say in his ear, biting his lower lip in a seductive manner and Daniel lost his sensible thoughts. "You asked for it Russell. Now I am gonna punish you really bad." His eyes were dark. His face expressions turned into a hunter and Russell subconciously licked his lips. Daniel emitting a dark aura was something arousing for him. He was sure he was leaking down there. Daniel made a quick work by unbuttoning his shorts along with his briefs leaving Russell all naked under him. "Fuck Russ... Just look at you. You are all wet...." Daniel swept his thumb spreading clear precum at the leaking head of his errected cock. All red, swelled, twitching hard on his stomach.