Drea De.matteo Nude Novels & Stories

She was in no mood for it. She was about to lock her phone when a picture was sent to her. She opened it and she froze at the sight of it. The image showed Matteo unconscious, naked. He was expertly tied to a mobile black leather cushion that reclined backwards. He was bound with a thick black ropes. His hands were tied behind his back while his legs were tied apart to the leg of the leather chair. His cock although limp still throbbed with hot blood and veins.

"Don't you, Liana? You've been dying for someone to play with, haven't you? Dying to have two mouths on your body instead of one." Liana flushes harder, swallowing hard. "I... I don't..." But even she can hear the desire in her voice. Marco is on her in an instant, his hands grabbing at the tie of her robe. "Matteo, help me get this off her," he demands, tugging at the fabric. Together, they divest Liana of her robe, letting it pool at her feet. She stands before them in all her glory, naked and wanton. Matteo steps forward, hands cupping her breasts. "Look how perfect she is," he breathes, thumbing her nipples to stiff peaks. "Look how much she wants us."

A gasp erupts in my throat when my dress is ripped apart, and my back lands on the bed. Matteo is on me in a matter of seconds, his gentle eyes savoring my naked body. And I lay bare and open to him—confident. Not afraid to show off my scars. Matteo did that. He made me realize how beautiful I am. How strong I am.

Nothing has ever been forced or fake between us. "I'm sorry I said that. I just wanted to hurt your feelings as you've done mine," I let out. Matteo goes down on both knees, his upper body naked and filled with tattoos. His tailored trousers are exquisite, holding his strong thighs as he kneels straighter before me. The air in my lungs catches as I glare at this magnificent man before me. "Holy Hell. This is a nightmare. Lord Matteo can't kneel before me. Please stand," I cry out reaching out to touch him.

I did — hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue along every thick vein, taking him as deep as I could until tears streamed down my cheeks and drool ran down my chin. Matteo groaned deeply, one hand tangling in my hair as he used my throat. After several long minutes he pulled out, strings of spit connecting my swollen lips to the glistening head of his cock. “On the bed. On your back. Legs spread wide and held open.” I scrambled onto the massive bed and lay back, grabbing my own thighs and pulling them apart as wide as I could, completely exposing my soaked, swollen pussy and tight asshole to him. Matteo stripped quickly, his powerful, tattooed body looming over me. His thick cock stood stra

Emmeline was dressed up to the nines, in her form-fitting turtleneck with her hair softly curled and makeup tastefully done, highlighting the dewy softness of her skin as well as the beautiful blue of her eyes. However, Matteo didn’t spare her a second glance to appreciate her looks. He merely crossed his arms and glared at her impassively. Emmeline’s face turned red when she realized that Matteo was completely naked. Her eyes went lower, and lower, to his exposed manhood which the door barely covered.

Dimario said to the girl. She took a step forward in her heels which should be at least six inches. She had piercings on her nipple and nose. She spun around while shaking her ass before going back to stand where she was earlier. "That's a thick ass she's got," Matteo remarked and I slapped him lightly on his head. "For someone with a girlfriend don't you think that you are looking too much?" I quirked my eyebrows. He cleared his throat in return. I wasn't attracted by anyone on the stage. I wasn't moved by that nakedness and that made me wonder. The only person I imagined seeing on that stage was Iris and I felt a hard-on.

"Hey, where's Peter?" Amara greeted Matteo as she walked out of the bedroom in nothing but a very expensive looking lingerie slip-on. "You should cover yourself, ehmm...it's cold. You could catch a cold." Matteo said turning back to the kitchen and busied himself back to making coffee. "Eh yeah, sorry I forgot that I have you as my chaperone." He could hear her light steps as she was getting back to her room. He couldn't understand why her half nakedness affected him so much. While he was usually surrounded by voluptuous strippers wearing less and leaving nothing for the imagination.

Chapter 9 Elowen The door opened before I'd even lowered my hand, and Matteo stood there in the frame looking like every dark fantasy I'd never let myself fully acknowledge. Wearing only low-slung grey sweatpants that hung on his hips in a way that should have been illegal and nothing else. His chest bare and sculpted in ways that made my mouth go dry, all lean muscle and bronze skin that spoke of hours spent doing something athletic, and his dark hair was damp like he'd just showered and his brown eyes were hard when they found mine.

Maria wouldn't like that. Matteo is leaning against some chic he found here I guess, while I am here bored as fuck. But then my jaw just dropped. I blinked like a fucking million times to make sure I am not hallucinating. Maria. Matteo put his arm around my shoulder smirking as if he just accomplished a gold medal. I looked back at Maria. She looked fucking beautiful. She wore a long golden dress with a very deep neckline. There were many crystals on the dress which shined in the lights from the chandeliers above.