David Gallagher Nude Novels & Stories

Gael’s voice emerged from the darkness, deep and hoarse, as if he too had been awake for hours. Kethlen leaned back against the wall, hand on her chest, feeling her heart racing. “Gael, God, you scared me,” she gasped. He stepped out of the shadows. He was wearing only cotton sleep shorts, low on his hips, exposing the defined V of his abdomen and the trail of hair that disappeared beneath the waistband. His bare torso was a pale sculpture in the dim light, the defined muscles casting seductive shadows. He seemed bigger, more imposing, in the dark.

When I noticed a thin beam of light spilling into the hallway and saw that his door was open just a crack, I stopped before I stepped past, so I could sneak a peek inside without him noticing. Holy moly! When I looked in, I couldn't believe my eyes. Gage was sitting at his desk completely naked, with his cock flying through his fist! When I tipped my head, I could just make out what he watching on his monitor, and I could understand why he was aroused. A pretty red-head had her legs spread, with a big, muscular guy's bald head buried between them. She was moaning so loudly as he feasted on her pussy, I was already starting to get damp, kind of wishing it was me.

The waves of sensation David had always created in her began to change her mood, excitement reasserting itself over her disgust. ‘Oh god,’ she moaned, snapping her head to one side. And then, unbidden, he walked across the screen in her mind. ‘Yes,’ she said aloud. It was Gary. Naked. Tall. Erect. A smile flicked around his mouth, as he looked at her, a knowing smile, knowing her need.

Is he a part of the Mafia or what? How can someone has brutal as this still exist. Jail he should to to jail. Fuck am calling the police. God......look at that body.... The chest which stood like an holy ground where I won't mind offering a prayer, then the v-line on his hips, just like a call of duty. A duty that would make you want to rip off his towel and show what's hidden behind to the world. Right in front of me is Xavier, well not just Xavier, a naked Xavier.

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.

I argued. “Is that really what you want to tell yourself?” he whispered, his fingers finding the zipper at the back of my dress. He tugged it down, the sound absurdly loud. “That your eyes weren’t locked to the door, knowing someone might be out there, listening… watching… or maybe even walking in? Didn’t your pussy quiver at the thought? Didn’t you push your ass out just imagining being caught?” The dress fell to the ground, leaving me in just my bra. I stood there, half-naked, my cunt already soaked from David’s earlier plunder, and now the ongoing scene.

My skin was hot and sticky under this tiny tank top that barely covered my tits, the thin panties riding up between my ass cheeks and sticking to my pussy because I kept thinking about stupid shit I shouldn’t be thinking about. I got up to get water, padding down the hall barefoot, nipples rubbing hard against the cotton every step I took. David was in the kitchen, sitting at the table with a book open in front of him, wearing nothing but those loose grey sweatpants that hung low enough to show the trail of hair down his stomach. He looked solid in the low light, broad shoulders, thick arms from years in the military, a little softness around the middle that made him seem real and safe and d

"Why the hell are your limbs completely naked before my face?" "My warriors didn't pack any casual tunics inside the travel trunk," David replies matter-of-factly, his deep voice thick with an underlying carnal rasp. "Let my body just open the door then..." I mumble, desperate to escape the intoxicating, raw sight of his naked muscles. I take a frantic step forward, but before my foot can touch the rug, David's large, damp hands slam around my slender waist, pulling my back flush against his blazing hot chest.

Then, slowly, a strange smile appeared on his lips. He stepped inside the office and closed the heavy door behind him. He locked it with a click. "I won't report anything," David said calmly. He started unbuttoning his shirt. "But I won't just watch either. Let me replace that toy in your ass with my cock." The room went silent again. Mr. Reynolds, Sophie, and Emma all stared at David in total disbelief as he continued pulling off his clothes. He removed his shirt, revealing a fit body. Then he took off his pants, his cock was already hard and quite thick.

Nathan positioned himself against the wall, effectively trapping her in place. Mila's breath quickened, her heart pounding as she nervously met Nathan's gaze. He stood shirtless, his chiseled upper body showcasing defined muscles and smooth lines, exuding a subtle fragrance of shower gel. His short hair was partially damp, and his ruggedly handsome face bore a slight flush. The reddish hue extended from his face to his neck, continuing down to his bare chest, which appeared a shade rosier than usual. His gaze bore into hers, intense and penetrating, akin to a blazing furnace, almost melting her resolve.