Derek Luh Nude Novels & Stories

If there was a woman in his life or if her nakedness pushed him that far. Derek was oblivious of Petra's presence, he just kept stroking himself until he reached climax, “Anna!” He groaned heavily and released into his hands, then took a sharp breath. Petra sucked in her lips to prevent a sound from escaping. It was rude to watch and can't afford to be caught. ‘Anna?’ Petra said quietly and walked away before he turns to face her. Derek stepped out of the bathroom naked and saw Petra sitting on his bed “What the fuck! Why are you still here?” He yelled, not bothering to turn or hide his bulge from her.

I stared at him and saw his gaze flicker down into the audience. I followed his eye-line into the pit, where Derek was crowd-surfing across an undulating mass of naked female bodies, their hands tearing off his clothes. He gave me a smug smirk as he slowly sank into their writhing, sensual forms, like a ship being swallowed by the sea. In another dream I was with him on the beach, happy, frolicking in a bikini, him in a black pair of board shorts that showed off his muscles. We were in the water, kissing, our wet hands running over each others’ slick bodies.

he responded as I went on pacing around. “I'm going to teach him a lesson.” “Or you could teach me a lesson,” Derek smiled, as I turned to see that he had already stripped every bit of fabric on his body, and he was now naked. He sat down on a log then spread his legs as I could see he had an erection. “I'm waiting for you.” “Derek,” I whispered sharply, looking around in fear. “What if someone saw you like this?” “We are miles away from our peers. No one is going to see anything, because they're busy in drowning themselves with drinks and their partners.”

"Who the fuck are you anyway?" One of the nudees scrambled for a sheet, trying to cover herself. Another kept moaning like she was in her own world. The one he’d been on top of just blinked at me lazily, unfazed. I stayed where I was; unmoved and arms crossed. Realizing I wasn’t leaving, Derek rolled off the girl and marched toward me—completely naked. I squeezed my eyes shut so hard my eyelids shook. "If you would have the decency to cover yourself, I’d really appreciate it."

My pussy pounded the rest of the drive just thinking about it. I got back home. Took a quick shower. I walked out in my thin nightwear nipples showing clear through the fabric. Derek was already in the sitting room. Derek sat on the couch headphones on laptop open like always. I went to where he was sitting, took the headphones off and kissed his ear then dragged my lips down his neck. My hand went straight down rubbing his dick firm through his shorts up and down feeling him. “Cant you just take a break for me baby? I sent you that video. I'm soaked already.”

My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I stopped right outside the bedroom door. My hand hovered over the knob. Part of me wanted to turn around and pretend I didn’t hear anything but I was tired of pretending. I opened the door. Derek was on his knees at the edge of our bed, completely naked. His face was buried deep between a woman’s thighs. He was eating her pussy like a starving man — loud, sloppy, desperate sounds as his tongue worked on her. The woman’s legs were spread wide, her heels digging into his back. She was moaning loudly, her fingers gripping his hair, pushing his face harder against her.

he said, grabbing his knife and heading out. An hour later, Derek came back, shirtless, carrying a big bundle of wood on his shoulder and dragging another behind him. Without his shirt, his well - defined muscles were on full display. His chest and abs were clearly visible, and his two well - defined abdominal muscles extended down to his work pants. He was completely drenched, with water droplets streaming down from his hair. Such a sight was incredibly masculine. Even Tabitha, not usually one to be easily attracted, felt her heart race and her eyes heat up.

“Yes, they are. I went to the brothel for some business purposes, not to meet a guy.“ Lia faked a giggle which Derek noticed. “There are more in this world than those stupid things there. Come with me, I will show you what I mean by life.“ Lia said as she hops up and down trying to hide her jealousy but it was so obvious Lia was jealous, it was written all over her face. “Alright!“ Derek uttered. He remembered the promise he made with Ava his mother that he will not sneak out again but he felt that it won't hurt, this will be the last time. Derek wishes to spend quality and quantity time with Lia and he feels he deserves to come out of his shell, of the house. “Let me go freshen up, first.“

Framed fight posters showing a younger, snarling Derek in black trunks and gloves, veins popping, sweat shining off his delicious, jacked body. …shirtless with gloves on. “I’m not the only one who eye fucks you,” I echoed his earlier words, dumbfounded. “Because you're a wrestler. Like, professionally. Not a man slut with a hundred whores you expect me to tolerate.” Derek threw his head back and laughed until his whole frame shook. My whore body was on fire with embarrassment… and something else. Raw, primal, hungry. Of course my sex god, devil husband was an athlete. “I, fuck. I'm drunk, aren't I?” I said, watching his body still.

===== Derek ===== The bass is deep enough to feel coarse through his bones as he moves through the night club, Sirens. It was just like any other wanna-be lounge out there in Larrissa’s Bay, focused mainly on the sea. Why they were there was beyond him. Derek rolled his shoulders as he tried to regain some sort of comfort in the stiff leather seating that sectioned off the floor. As he panned away from his pack mates getting comfortable among the dancers, Derek crossed his arms, one over the other as if he was the Alpha to please.