David Gallagher Nude Novels & Stories

I leave the altar and rush to grab one brochure from a nearby guest and open it. And my soul leaves my body. There I am on page one. Naked... everything on display. With another one of my side partners on top of me. My back, my tattoos, the curve of my body, all caught in perfect, high-resolution detail. Another photo depicts me in a hot tub with a pair of individuals from training camp, intoxicated, plus a blurred girl performing inappropriate actions within a public spa. My chest turns to ice. The next page is worse.

Yet I'm trying but failing to appear casual rather than let David see the truth—I'm too turned on to speak or function like a normal human being. "You're gorgeous," David says and lets go of my arms to trace his fingers over my collarbones. There is sun-damaged skin and plenty of freckles he touches with his fingertip. "I love your freckles." My cheeks burn. "T-thank you..." He keeps touching the area and tilts his head. "So, what kind of fantasies do you have, Gina?" "Does there need to be a fantasy?" I ask, biting my lip. "I believe there is, and I want to hear yours." His golden eyes bore into me, willing me to tell him the truth.

He answered and I nodded. "Let her in." I said. In no time my door clicked open and I watched Natalia walk in wearing almost nothing. She was a stripper but this was the most naked outfit I had seen her on. A nipple pad and a G-string pant. I mean I could see her pussy folds from it and when she did a three-sixty turn to show me her endowment everything was bare. I could barely see the line running through the back. The image of Thea on those got into my head and my groin twitched at the thought. I had to turn away slightly so that my dick went flaccid again. I didn't want to give Natalia the wrong idea.

She was wrapping her blanket around her body. Wait is she naked? I thought in shock. I zoomed in on the picture and my eyes almost jumped from my eye socket. I see Gage laying next to her and still asleep as he faced his back to her. He was also topless too! Why I knew it was Gage? His tattoo on his sleeve is way obvious. You promised me you won't do this again, Gage. You promised! Fuck you!

Maybe he would have an explanation for it. Sighing deeply, Layla stepped back into the shower and shut her eyes closed, enjoying the comfort it offered. Her eyes were still shut, even when she heard someone walk in. She immediately snapped her eyes open as she turned to see Nolan standing at the door. Completely naked, his disheveled hair, his tattoos, his biceps, and then his huge….they were all so tempting and inviting, at the same time intimidating. Layla realized that she was naked also, she immediately became embarrassed and wrapped her around her chest in embarrassment.

NELLY The promises hidden in your gaze trigger waves of heat in the molecules of my body, setting fire to parts over which I no longer have control. I want to hide from your sparkling irises and protect my body from the evil that your smile imprints, but I end up walking to the edge of the pool and testing the water with the tip of my toe. He looks like one of those beautiful landscapes that we can't believe are real, David Bragança is half-naked and holds out his hand to me.

"Okay. Do you want on-location or at the studio set?" Ingrid couldn't hide her excitement. "On-location sounds nice." Cade turned to Noah, who was behind him, with a grin. "Noelani, do you want a new nude photo?" Ingrid looked at her boss. "You have a nude photo, sir?" she asked, smiling. "I wasn't nude," Noah said, embarrassed, narrowing his eyes at Cade. "Why did I let you guys convince me back then?” "He was wearing skimpy swimwear," Cade told Ingrid. "The picture is on my I*******m; do you want to see it?"

He unbuttoned his shirt, took off his belt, and let his pants fall, revealing his white underwear. “You don't understand do you?” He placed his thumbs on its elastic, biting his lower lip. For a second, Lyla felt her selfless thought gets interrupted by the heat his body was emitting. He was so hot. But that wasn't her focus at the time. “The thing is — I'd love to be painted as well. Nude” he said and slowly took down his underwear. Lyla's mouth dropped. She was lost in time, only getting herself the moment Janet joined Grey in the cubed stand. She watched as he lay on his sides, supporting his head with his palm and his elbow properly balanced on the stand.

The sound of leather sliding through metal made my thighs press together. Trousers and boxer briefs came off together in one smooth motion. Damien Wolfe stood completely naked in front of me. Holy fuck. He was perfect. Thick, heavy cock already half-hard, hanging between powerful thighs. Broad shoulders, sculpted chest, the kind of body that looked like it had been carved for sin. A light trail of dark hair led down to the base of his cock, and I couldn’t stop staring. I tried to focus on the sketchbook. My hands were shaking.

She was stark and nude, with some naked guy behind her with his hand covering her breasts and his lips on her lips. Her face was partially covered with her hair, but I knew Gwen very well; I knew every inch of her body. I flipped through the pages of the magazines and found about five more of them: in a hot tub, showering, on the bed, making out on the kitchen counter, and in a pool. Everything about them screamed erotica. The last thing I wanted was a picture of them having sex. I sighed internally when I saw nothing close to a picture of that sort. "Dyl, calm down. Maybe it's not what it looks like," Ezra said, squeezing my shoulder gently.