Derek Yates Nude Novels & Stories

I figured out she was mink linking someone. "I just mind linked Derek he said he will be here shortly," Kate said I looked over at Vivian and she looked like she was upset about something. I didn't think about it too much. I knew she and Kate didn't get along. I didn't get along with her considering I was the mate of the guy she wanted. This whole situation was awkward. "Can you walk?" Kate asked her and she nodded. "It is just very painful," She said About five minutes later, Derek and Jace came out of the wood shirtless. I couldn't help but stare at Derek's naked chest. He was so sexy that it should be illegal to look so good. He noticed me looking at him and smirked.

He wasn’t expecting her to be out of bed, he paused, looking at his photo shelf. “You have a beautiful family.” She said. But he could sense there was something else she wanted to say. . . or maybe ask. He tries not to read her mind, but every thoughts and words of her mind keeps echoing in his ears. While he stood there, she was admiring his naked chest. How broad his chest was, and the veins which slightly surfaced on his muscles. Was he into gym or something? Derek noticed what was going on, and how she was struggling to hold herself from lusting after him, despite how difficult it was for her. He quickly pulled himself into his shirt and a pair of jean trouser.

Derek asked narrowing his eye. “Derek always with the drama” Arlene said under her breathe. “I heard that,” Derek said immediately. “Well that’s Cody Yan; he is a very popular art student. He is in year 3, he is also known for his prowess in drama, that performance right there isn’t what you’d see every day except it’s from Cody Yan” “I forgot to mention he is Afro-Asian” “That explains his eye and facial look. He reminds of Nigeria’s Afro-Asia model, Han Hyun Min,” Arlene said.

Theo and Cole were on either side of her, their hands roaming over her body, one spanking her fat ass, the other reaching under to rub her swollen clit. She was a complete mess. Cum leaked steadily from her well-used pussy and ass, running down her thick thighs in thick white trails. Her skin was marked with handprints, bite marks, and dried cum. Her hair was messy, her lips swollen from sucking cock, and her eyes were glassy with exhaustion and overwhelming pleasure. The front door clicked open. Derek stepped inside, suitcase in hand, a tired but satisfied smile on his face. He had clearly expected to come home to a refreshed, grateful wife.

Silence rose between us again and it quickly turned uncomfortable until it was broken by Daneille who had been switching glances between both of us. She lifted her hands and jabbed a finger at Derek’s abdomen, making my gaze sweep down to where she was pointing. I’d been staring at Derek’s face all along and my subconscious had somehow paid no attention to the fact that he was naked from the chest up. It wasn’t until Daneille pointed at it that I realised and the sight of bare skin filling my gaze so suddenly made my cheeks flush. Why didn’t I realise Derek was so fit? No, actually, I always knew he was, it had just been a long time since any part of his body was exposed to me.

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 next day, Derek didn’t even pretend to be gentle. I was in the laundry room folding clothes when he found me. The moment I turned around, he grabbed me by the throat and pushed me against the washing machine. His eyes were dark, almost feral. “Take your clothes off. Now,” he ordered. My hands shook with excitement as I pulled off my top and shorts. I wasn’t wearing panties. He growled when he saw my bare, already wet pussy. “Such a fucking tease,” he said. He spun me around fast, bent me over the machine, and kicked my legs apart.

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 mean . . . Rodney just standby. We’re still going to Florida. We’re just running late.” “Yes, sir,” Rodney said dutifully. Someone coughed. It came from the floor. Alexander looked down to see Derek Dawson rollover on his back like he was in bed. There was a pillow under his head. And unfortunately he was nude – no sheet covering him at all. “Christ!” Alexander crocked with a deep frown. The last thing he wanted or needed to see was one of his future brother-in-law’s butt naked on the floor. “Sir?” Rodney said on the phone. “Are you alright?”

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.