Drake Bell Shirtless の小説・ストーリー

As soon as my head hits the pillow I fall asleep immediately. I am awakened by the knocking on the door, I rub my eyes and hear voices downstairs. I pull back the covers and go into the bathroom to wash my face and teeth. There are even new toothbrushes. I look up at the mirror and run my hand over my messy hair. I am really not a morning person. I want to open the door, but I realize I'm only wearing a t-shirt, I'm completely naked underneath. I look at the overflowing drawers, I let out a sigh and go to choose a floral dress, with lace panties, it's exactly my size. The dress is bare at the level of the shoulders, I put sandals and I go down. I see an older man sitting on the couch and Dra

He is very manly. “Ohhh…” Drake is still not tired of licking my bo*b*es, until one palm squeezes a part that he can't put in his mouth. "Drake." He is now calm in claiming to me, strange as it was before. I slightly moved his face away from my chest and signaled that I would take off his shirt for a moment. It was revealed in my eyes how beautiful he was when he was naked. Before we started again, one by one, Drake removed the clothes covering his bottom. It revealed to me a humming sword that belonged to him.

Bell stammered out a response, something about our plans for the day, but it was the sudden silence that made me look up. Dylan stood in the doorway, shirtless, his chest bare save for the low-hanging basketball shorts that clung to his hips. For a moment, I understood why Bell had been struck speechless. The man looked like he’d just stepped off the cover of a fitness magazine, all hard muscles and tanned skin. “Idiot,” I muttered under my breath, though I wasn’t sure if the insult was meant for him or myself for noticing.

His jawline was strong, adding a touch of masculinity to his overall appearance. Drake had a penchant for dressing well, favoring outfits that struck a balance between professional and stylish. He often wore tailored suits that accentuated his broad shoulders and gave him an air of sophistication. His shirts were crisp, and his ties were always perfectly knotted. He believed in the power of presentation, understanding that the way he presented himself could impact how others perceived him. In more casual settings, he embraced a smart-casual look. He would often pair well-fitted jeans with button-down shirts, or don a classic polo shirt with a hint of sporty elegance. His choice of clothing r

Shorts and a V-neck tee was perfect as I slipped on a pair of flip flops. Now that we were away from the ocean breeze, I didn't think I would need a sweater or pants. I was just nervous to go over Drake's place so soon after he just dropped me off and I hoped he wouldn't get weird when I ask him to come home with me. I just hope that when I knock on the door, those two nearly naked women don't answer the door again. The door opened seconds later, after I knocked on Drake's door. Drake stood in the doorway smirking at me. His jacket was now absent and he stood there just in slacks. My eyes skated over his naked chest and damn man it affected me. My God!

She was so happy, it's been so long since she has engaged in morning exercise and she was looking forward to Drake in casual sports clothes. She practically drools when Drake comes out in a short and gym vest, he was so damned manly and his long legs stood lean and straight in his short and white canvas shoe. His hair is combed back neatly adding a hint of sexiness to his already handsome look. His broad chest and muscular chest make him look like some model from the magazine, oh god, why is she thinking of all this when obviously this handsome devilish guy is a perverted moron. As she was heavily drooling on Drake, a particular person was also seizing her up, her little bossom protrude perf

a twenty year old, but he could have just ended his contract. He never paid me a single attention and was always reading but strangely, he was always alert. I was the abomination he must never look at. And it made my blood boil. But not for long though. Because every time I set eyes on him, I melt. Drake was dressed in his usual style, black pants and black body hug shirt. One tight enough to outline every single one of the rippling muscles on his body. What would he think when he knew of all the dark fantasies I've had about him? About ripping those shirts off and being tied with the pieces. Or having his veiny hands wrapping around my neck and those piercing gaze looking down on me.

And a beach hat and sunglasses to round it off. "You..look amazing sis!!!" Nana held her hands and the two ladies both giggled. "And, Drake!" she inhaled deeply as his gaze settled on Drake's outfit. He was definitely a force to reckon with. He wore a crisp white shirt that conformed to his perfectly sculptured muscled body and poly-cotton blend shorts exposing his brawny thigh bones and then a pair of flip-flops to round it off. His sandy brown hair was wavy and his sparkling blue eyes made him look more handsome and fascinating.

he said. I should have been offended by the command. Instead, I trembled. Drake pulled the tie from his collar and let it fall to the floor. Then his jacket. Then the buttons of his shirt, one by one, each reveal of skin making my mouth go dry. His chest was sculpted, hard, dusted with dark hair that trailed down his stomach and disappeared beneath the waistband of his trousers. He was beautiful in a way that felt almost unfair, like a statue carved specifically to ruin women like me.

'Fuck, this is so fucking torture! 'Damn your hands, Drake. Unexplainable!' Unfortunately, Drake pushed her back on the bed. Her mouth parted a bit. "Oh, damn!" she hissed. She propped her elbow to support her body while watching Drake move. He was unbuckling his belt, slowly and sharply looking at his stray. When the metal belt landed on the floor, Emily swallowed as the alpha started to unbutton his sweatpants. She even blinked her eyes twice; she wasn't dreaming of what she was seeing. His chiseled chest and his well-toned abs absolutely stand out from the dim lights of the room.