Drea De.matteo Nude Novels & Stories

I guess it’s his old short as it doesn’t seem to be his size anymore. Stepping out of the bathroom, I find Matteo already in bed going through what seems like work documents and he has glasses on. He’s so handsome with those glasses. He noticed me and turned his attention to me making me feel small under his scrutiny. His eyes roam my body and land on my erect nipple that’s shooting out in the tee shirt and I see his eyes darken. Shoot! “Won’t you get into bed?” He asked and I walked over to the bed and crawled into the covers, laying down and backing him.

a husky voice rumbled from behind me. My breath hitched. Don Matteo stood there, a dark silhouette against the faint hallway light. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, narrowed. "M..mr. Russo." His eyes dropped to the shattered glass on the floor. He chuckled darkly. "Eavesdropping I see." "I.. didn't...I wasn't..." I stepped back as he took predatory steps towards me, till my back was against the wall. I gulped when he leaned in. "What did I say about not getting too curious?" His breath tickled my neck, a sardonic smile played on his lips.

His chest, his ass, his back, his face as if he could get enough. He pulled away for enough time to remove his cloth from his body. Jamie could feel himself leaking pre-cum in his briefs. When Matteo dragged his strained cock out of his briefs he whimphered against his lips. Unable to form a word. “ Wow... you are leaking everywhere. Are you that excited?” Matteo asked Jamie who replied with a whimpher. ‘Why wasnt Matteo doing anything’ he thought. With a rush, Matteo pulled down his down his trousers along with his briefs leaving him completely naked. Jamie stood between Matteos legs feeling shy . Matteo ran his hands over his freckled skin moving to his pale pink dusky nipples and pinched

"Goodnight, Daniels." Matteo lingered. "My door is decrypted if you need a recharge." My Noir persona flashed images of exactly what kind of 'recharge' Matteo had in mind. I blushed. "You’re a cruel match," he teased, noting that I still hadn't let them kiss my lips. He kissed the corners of my mouth instead, lingering until I was breathless. Then, with a coordinated precision that left me speechless, they slowly undressed me. I was down to my lace underwear, trembling as Matteo massaged my legs. They were trying to break my firewalls, to make me beg for a full sync. Nickie finally slid a silk nightgown over my head.

I hesitated, suddenly aware of how exposed I was about to be with them both fully clothed and staring at me. "Don't make me repeat myself," Dante said, and something in his tone made me obey immediately. I pushed my shorts and underwear down, lifting my hips to get them off completely. The cool air hit my pussy and I resisted the urge to close my legs. "Spread them," Dante ordered. "Let us see what's ours." Mateo's hand on my thigh pushed gently, helping me open wider until I was completely exposed to them both. His sharp intake of breath told me he saw how wet I already was.

Alpha Damien’s POV Sirella’s voice cut through the night like a blade. “STOP!” I turned my head sharply. She was pushing through the guards, her eyes wide with panic. Her whole body was shaking, but she didn’t stop moving. She saw her mother. Lying there on the ground. Lifeless. Something twisted in my chest, but I pushed it down. I couldn’t let it show. Sirella dropped to her knees beside the body. Her hands trembled as she reached out, pressing against her mother’s cold skin.

As soon as we walked in, the owner recognized us and came over with a big grin. “Hey, Emily! Out for dinner with Aden again?” Aden’s body went rigid, and Ivy’s face immediately darkened. She tightened her grip on his hand like she was making a point. The owner looked between the three of us, eyes darting to Ivy and Aden’s joined hands, trying to figure out our relationship. Aden cleared his throat. His voice lowered as he glanced at me, trying to explain himself. “You’ve got the wrong person. I’m not her mate, Aden. I’m James. Emily is my…”

So, Beatrice mindlessly removed her hands and put them to her side. Mateo then continued removing her undies. She looked in front and clenched her fists. At this point, she doesn’t know what to do anymore. She felt her undies fall to her feet. She was naked in front of Mateo now. He could do anything to her. He could claim her as he wanted. A lot of things are going through her mind. The room became quiet suddenly, and she could only hear their hard breathing. Yes, Mateo was breathing hard too, like he was trying to control himself. She could feel his warm breath on her skin. Beatrice thought he had lost it, but he helped her sit down instead. Beatrice stared at Mateo like he was doing somet

He wore relaxed lounge wear, a glass of wine in one hand, a cigarette between his fingers as he leaned against the railing. He took a slow drag, exhaling into the darkness. His phone lit up. Unknown number. Another message. A photo appeared. Victoria. Dressed in revealing lingerie, posing deliberately for the camera. The angle made her cleavage very visible and her nipples could be seen from the fabric. Under normal circumstances, any man might have reacted. Matteo stared for a second… then expressionlessly blocked the number. He picked up his phone and called Carl. Carl answered half-asleep. “What is it now?” he muttered.

The burn made Elias’s eyes water, but his cock leaked a steady stream across his stomach, betraying him. Matteo stood abruptly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His monk’s robe was already tented obscenely. He unbelted it and let it fall. His body was a map of violence and devotion: scars crossing his chest, a thick treasure trail leading down to a cock that made Elias’s throat dry. Heavy, uncut, flushed almost purple, a fat vein running the underside. Bigger than Luca by far. Matteo spat into his palm and slicked himself once, twice. Then he notched the head against Elias’s hole and pushed.