Drea De.matteo Nude Novels & Stories

Beads of sweat already formed on his forehead, like he had run a mile. The yacht rocked again, but Matteo didn’t care. He held himself in place, fucking her mouth like she was all he ever needed. He slipped out of her mouth and the next thing, the table was cleared very fast. The plates were gone, the glasses gone, but the bowl of cream still stayed. Her robe slipped off her body and she was completely naked. She definitely came prepared. Her skin was glowing under the soft lights in the yacht. “You’re dessert,” Matteo said in a low voice.

My mate, seeing her up close, looked small, frail, scared and confused on the bed, already fully naked while the disgusting beast stood over her, already running his dirty fingers across her legs. “A- Alpha Arthur.” He starts stuttering as I approach him, but a punch to the nose sends him staggering back, blood already matting his lips like a thick coat. “You have less than 3 seconds to get out of my sight or I'll make sure you never see the light of day again.” Before I could finish, he grabbed his clothes and dashed out of the room. My eyes langly fell on the naked woman on the bed, taking in how sexy she looked. She was small, but her curves were one that belonged to a fully grown woman.

We enjoyed the silliness of the moment and I held her tight, but not before we were both pulled out of this sweet moment by the sound of something strange from down below. "Oh my god!" Rebecca laughed as she covered her mouth with her hands. We looked down below the balcony at the pool level beneath us and saw Matteo, naked, seated on the ledge of the jacuzzi connected to the pool. Julie and Faye where in the pool, also naked, flanking Matteo on either side, sucking his cock. Matteo leaned his head back in ecstasy and noticed Rebecca and I looking down on their fun. He didn't cover up or have any shame. He just shouted up to us, "Mi dispiace capo! Come potrei dire di no?!" I had no idea what

I notice when he walks in a different direction from the sofa we were just on. “I'm going to give you pleasure in a bed, ragazza…” his voice was hoarse. In between kisses, I watch as we enter a bright room, I'm gently placed on the bed and I watch as he walks away. Mattia de Luca is an undeniably handsome man, just like his Italian daughter, he has a charm that I've never found in boys my age, his defined chest as well as his abdomen with the hair coming down and making a sinful trail. I love to see when he gets rid of his shoes and jeans that show off his round ass. I start to pant when he climbs onto the bed on his knees in just his boxer shorts.

were Matteo’s closing words before the call ended. Matteo couldn’t wait too long, nor could he afford to just sit around speculating. He had to take concrete action to uncover the person behind the scandal involving the nude photos of him and Luna. Upon returning to the bed, Matteo was transfixed by Luna’s sleeping face. She remained enchanting, even though she looked a complete mess at the moment. He sat down beside her and gazed intently at her face. Gently, Matteo stroked Luna’s cheek and brushed aside a strand of hair that was partially covering her face.

==Matteo== Slowly, my eyes peeled open. I stared at the ceiling at some time, before finally rising. I perched on the edge of the bed and ran my hand across my hair. I stood, walked to my closet, opened it and took out my bathrobe. When I turned around, my eyes met something…noteworthy. A dent on my floor. A scrowl grew on my face as I stared at the pile of littered clothing. A bra, a panty and a gown. I took my eyes to the woman on the bed. Her legs spread apart, the blanket unable to give proper coverage to her nude body.

Strengthened many as well. But now, as it seems, it was all a big fat lie. You might ask, “UG, why do you say so? It’s so insensitive of you.” Well, let me brief you on this. Like always. Just two nights ago, Capo of the Outfit, Matteo Rossi, had been spotted in New York with two women. As kinky as it sounds, both the women resemble Valeriana Nardiello and Isobel Rossi in ways even the dead minds cannot imagine.

Kadeem begins. Mateo walks from behind the bed and pulls out his phone from his pocket. He scrolls through his phone until he stops at a woman’s picture. He holds his phone up for Kadeem to see. “Is this the woman in you’re your dreams?” He asks. Kadeem’s heart stops for a second, and his breath comes out in a loud “whoosh.” “That’s her,” he whispers. “The woman of my dreams and my fantasies.” Kadeem clears his throat. “She’s also my fitness instructor,” he finishes.

" I want you to meet my best friend. Dad, this is Ariana Cole. She’s the brilliant nurse I told you about. She’s starting in your department after the New Year, Isn't she gorgeous!" Mateo finally lowered his tablet. He didn't look at Cami. He turned his head slowly, his dark, hooded gaze finally locking onto Ariana. His eyes raked over her—from the plunging neckline to the way the green fabric hugged her hips. Ariana felt a flush creep up her chest as his pupils dilated, his grip on the tablet tightening until his knuckles went white. He was fighting for control, the image of her in that dress clearly driving him toward the edge of his restraint. "Miss Cole," Mateo said, his voice dropping i

She would greet him as a woman hungry for the truth—and for the man who had just shown her another side of himself. The lock clicked softly. Matteo stepped into the bedroom, the weight of the night still clinging to his shoulders. He tugged off his jacket, loosened his tie, and exhaled. The sight that met him slowed his every movement. Aria lay sprawled across their massive bed, one sheet tangled around her waist, her breasts bare, rising and falling in slow, sleepy rhythm. Her skin glowed faintly from the golden lamp, her hair spilling wild across the pillow. She looked like temptation sculpted by God Himself.