Drea De.matteo Nude Novels & Stories

The street corner where I spotted Vivian was in the worst part of the city. Neon signs flickered overhead, casting sickly colors on the cracked pavement. This was where desperate people came to make desperate choices. Vivian stood there in stilettos and a short dress that had seen better days. Her hair was bleached platinum blonde, but the dark roots showed she couldn't afford proper maintenance anymore. She was showing her bare back to passing cars, the dress barely covering anything important.

You've been hurt before. "I... I need your help," I stammered. "My mother is sick. I need money." Michael raised an eyebrow, watching me. "Can you help me?" I asked, unzipping my coat, revealing the revealing dress. "I'll do anything." His gaze burned through me. He stepped closer, examining me, then picked up my dress, covering me. I froze, stunned. "You think I'd be distracted by your body?" he smirked. "Your figure isn't even among the top in the North American werewolf community."

I whispered, staring at them in disbelief. I was at a loss for words. How could I describe the situation? Were they... you know, doing stuff? Hilda held a 6.5-inch dildo, getting ready to use it on Nova. They were both naked, facing each other with their legs apart, forming a triangle with their bodies. I swallowed hard, feeling a wave of emptiness wash over me as I turned to Ivory standing beside me. "Lock the door," she instructed, and I hesitated before walking over to secure it. "You two need to be more careful next time. Just lock the door," Ivory remarked casually, tossing her bag onto the bed and slumping down.

“The mate bond is a sacred gift from the Goddess, and to allow anyone but my mate to touch me is to spit in Goddess’s eye and cause unspeakable suffering to my love.” “But…”Carlotta started to interrupt, but as I held my hand up, a zipper closed over her mouth and then over the mouths of the others before they could start to protest. “Do not try my patience, hags. I may be young and untrained in the ways of magic, but I am Katrina D’Amore, Luna of Nebrodi, and Crone of Oscurità e Luce Coven. I will not have my decisions questioned by anyone.” I growled as Nina started to come forward, her anger not easy to keep in check.

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."

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.