David Gallagher Nude Novels & Stories

I stood naked in front of my husband’s father, my nipples already hard, my cunt slick and aching. “Sit on the couch,” he ordered. “With your legs wide open. I want you to show me how wet you are.” I obeyed, sitting back and spreading my thighs, my feet planted on the cushions. Two fingers parted my swollen lips, revealing how drenched I already was. “Fuck,” David breathed. “Look at that pretty pussy dripping for me.” He dropped to his knees between my legs, his rough hands gripping my inner thighs, spreading me even wider as his breath moved over my clit.

I should have walked away, Instead I heard myself whisper, “Deal.” First hand I lost on purpose. I peeled off my tank top slow, letting them watch my tits bounce free. Heavy C-cups, pale pink nipples already aching. David’s jaw flexed. Ryan openly groaned. “Fuck me,” Ryan muttered. “Those are even better than I imagined.” Second hand David lost. He stood up, shoved his sweatpants down, and his cock sprang out. It was thick, veiny, angry red, easily nine and a half inches.

008. Daciana gulped, her eyes unable to leave the scene in front of her. Goddess have mercy... "I was wondering when you'd come running here." Axel chuckled, holding the door wide open but it wasn't his stupid face that made her gasp. Daciana's gaze trailed his body. He's naked. The dude is naked! Of course, he's naked! He was just in the middle of fucking two bitches from school. However, never in her life has Daciana gotten as turned on by the sight of a man's nakedness as she was now.

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—”

AVA KILLIAN Ava was totally powerless as her hands were held ironclad above her head. Tears welled in her vision as she lay bare and stark naked to the insane eyes of Cahir. He watched perversely—perhaps more wild than simply a pervert, maybe insane—stroking his hardened cock to the sight of helpless, crying Ava. The sight of the hungry naked guard made his cock erect. He wanted more. He wanted them to lay bare their cocks in her sheath, every hole in her body, and wreck her—damage her.

“This is just for the commission. No one else will ever see these sketches. It’s you and me. Always.” I bite my lip, cheeks already flaming. I’m twenty-one. I’ve posed for him clothed a hundred times before—summer dresses, cozy sweaters, even swimsuits by the pool. But this… this is different. He needs a nude muse for this big gallery piece, something raw and intimate. And I said yes. Because it’s him. Because some secret, shameful part of me has been aching to be seen by him like this.

"Watch me." David set the beer down and picked up his phone. He tapped the screen a few times and turned it toward me. My breath hitched. It was a photo of me in the shower. I didn't know he was in the bathroom. I was bent over, shaving my legs. It was explicit. Unflattering. Private. "I have about fifty of these," David said casually, swiping to the next one. "And a few videos of you sleeping. You drool, by the way."

The fabric falls away and I’m standing in nothing but my soaked panties, trembling between two fully clothed men. “These too.” David hooks his fingers in my waistband and rips. The fabric tears with a sound that makes me gasp, but he ignores me, tossing the ruined panties aside and stepping back to look at me. Naked. Trembling. Wet enough that I can feel it on my inner thighs. “Look at her,” Richard breathes from behind me. His hands slide up my sides, cup my breasts, roll my nipples between his fingers. “All grown up.” David drops to his knees.

He had no idea what David was talking about, and his expression said it all. “There’s more trouble than you can imagine.” Xander stared at him, tension tightening across his shoulders. “David… what happened?” David didn’t answer with words. Instead, he lifted the tablet he’d been holding at his side, tilted it, and turned the screen toward Xander. The screen lit up with the headline. "TATIANA WAS NOT A SAINT. SHE WAS A GOLDDIGGER!" "TATIANA EXPOSED AS SERIAL CHEATER." Xander’s chest tightened as though someone had wrapped a fist around his lungs and squeezed.

the girl asked. “I do?” “Yes. You don’t smell … scary.” “I have no idea,” Heather said. “I normally smell the same.” David shed his wolf so that he was just a naked man sitting on the ground. With Heather in front of him, his personals were all hidden away. “You do smell differently.” The girl jerked back. “What did you do? How did you do that?”