David Gallagher Nude Novels & Stories

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?

Leonard gave the signal. The man at the projector stands hit the play button. The audience was shocked when they heard moans. Right before everyone was a sex video of David. He was stark naked lying on his back while a girl was riding his cock. The blonde haired whose face was blurred as projected on the wall was panting heavily. In the video, David was surrounded by two other naked girls whose faces were also blurred. Leonard’s jaw dropped to the floor while David froze. There was a pin-drop silence.

His eyes suddenly became treacherous as they were fixated on the image of a woman who was lying on a bed with a man, Damien. She was hugging Damien who was topless. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and her arm was on his bare chest. Bill clenched his fists so hard that could break his knuckles while gritting his teeth. Kelly took over and swiped to the next image. There, Arabella and Damien were inside a quilt hugging. Their heads and shoulders were shown without a space gap between their bodies. The next image was mind-blowing. Arabella was just wearing her underwear while Damien was naked.

It wasn't just a sound; it was a physical vibration that rattled my teeth. Gage stepped into the moonlight. He was a titan of a man, his skin bronzed and mapped with jagged silver scars from a hundred pack challenges. He didn't wear clothes, save for a pair of loose, buckskin trousers that sat dangerously low on his heavy hips. His chest was a broad expanse of corded muscle, thick with dark hair that trailed down into the waistband of his pants. His eyes weren't human-they glowed with a predatory, golden amber that promised ruin.

I whispered, already growing wet from his touch. Damien hummed in approval and guided me deeper into the gallery. In the next room, a series of large erotic photographs hung under soft spotlights naked bodies in elegant, provocative poses. He stopped me in front of one showing a woman on her knees, looking up at her lover with pure surrender. “Reminds me of you,” he growled, pressing his growing erection against my ass. “On your knees for Daddy, eyes wide and hungry.” His fingers slipped under my dress and found me bare and slick. He circled my clit slowly while we stood there, surrounded by millions of dollars in art.

“Female border collie. One year old. Black and white markings. Registered to Darby Gallagher.” “G-Gallagher?” I can’t help but smile. I focus on Darby and she melts under my adoring gaze. “That’s right. That’s who the fourth ID is for. Darby Gallagher. Twenty-four-year-old female. Five foot six inches. One hundred ten pounds. Brown hair, green eyes.” The mouthpiece at David’s end is covered and a string of excited, muffled babble ensues followed by several cheers. When the ruckus dies down, David returns. “Anything else, Alpha?”

Somehow, I was becoming good at this and I hated myself for it. "That has never stopped anyone.. especially not a negro girl trying to get up on top of the food chain and gain advances. Who would have thought, as dark as you are? You would be working personally in the Gallagher household. Clearly, that's not the only thing you do there. Just so you know... no man ever approached you because Gallagher junior had already called dibs on you. It makes me wonder why he allowed this to be? I honestly question why he allowed this. I looked like a fool in front of other men when they kept saying you were not a virgin. I defended you but you deceived me. I was foolish enough to think that we were giv

“You are proud of your impeccable looks and beautiful body, donʼt you? So, I’ll help you feel even better about yourself. “You are going to achieve instant fame with these nude photos. Every living being, even Zymurgyʼs supreme beings, will lust for you. “You will become the lady of their dreams. “I will make multiple copies of the photos Lesia and the others have taken. Then, we will try to distribute them to everyone across the different worlds. What’s more, we won’t charge a cent for these promotional activities.” “You… How dare you…” Yehria fumed, “You shameless bastard! James Caden, you’re—”

I crept closer and pushed the door open just enough to see inside. Michael was standing there with his back to me, jeans pushed down to his thighs. His hand was pumping up and down on a thick, veiny cock. Fuck, it was bigger than I imagined. Eight inches at least, heavy balls swinging as he stroked. He was jerking off fast, desperate. On his phone screen was a picture of me. A nude. Taken when I was in the shower last week. I didn’t even know anyone had snapped that photo. Water was running down my tits, my nipples hard, one hand between my legs.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”