Drea De.matteo Nude Novels & Stories

if I can do this how I am going to be a Luna “ oh sweetie don’t worry about the shoe you not use it that’s understandable” Smiling at her I went to removed to dress and put it on the couch for later, while I was joining them back in the room Betanie said “ have you talk to your mate about it yet?” “ talk to me about what?” We all turn to see my mate walking in the room looking fine as hell with sweat running all over his body forgotten what we were talking about all I can think about is kissing those lips of his, I was so lost in my fantasy I didn’t notice when he walks in front of me

“Annie. Leave. We’ve been over for a long time. I have a wife.” Her eyes darkened. “We’re not over until I say we are.” She raised her voice, desperate. Then softened. “Sorry. I just…” The trench coat fell. Naked. She stood there in heels, body on display. She strutted closer, tits bouncing with each step, her lips curling. “Look at me, Matteo,” she purred, sliding her arms around me. Her skin pressed to my chest, and I felt bile in my throat. I grabbed her shoulders, keeping her at arm’s length, my pulse hammering.

And froze. Matteo Devereaux sat near the table, his posture was relaxed, and his expression unreadable. His gaze lifted and locked onto hers. And the room disappeared.

The crushing impact I was expecting never came. I looked down at my dangling feet, the ground as it turns out was quite a-ways-away, then up to the large and strong hand wrapped around my non injured wrist, The rain falling from the sky into my eyes screwed up my vision, but I saw the blurred blob of a young man with short black hair. He looked to be muscular... and naked.

I have my mate and that's all that matters. >Better treat him right or I'll make you suffer from the inside out Derek Benjamin Johnson

I did as told, putting my ass on the floor, spreading my legs wide. Matteo produced a paper from the centre table. I was only noticing it now. He scribbled furiously on it, making me wonder what he was doing. When he came up beside me, I strained my neck, peeking to see what the paper said, and caught sight of a drawing of me. It was crude, just the picture of me sitting on my ass, spread wide as fuck in front of Matteo, wearing nothing. In the image, he had written a caption reading, 'This is Deirdre, and she likes being whipped, touched, and fucked.'

“Go on, bimba. Open it.” I shook my head. “Open it.” His voice dropped to a command. My hands trembled as I reached for the envelope, tearing it open with shaking fingers. Photos slid into my lap, glossy, damming, impossible to look away from. Matteo. My Matteo. Naked and fucking different women in different style positions. His hands, his lips, his mouth—all over them. I froze. The room spun. “No,” I whispered. “That’s not… that’s not real.”

My brain was under such a heavy assault of dopamine and oxytocin that I could no longer see straight; I could only capture a blurry, hazy silhouette of Matteo’s glistening, sweat-sheened bronzed skin and those massive, pitch-black eyes. "I’m asking you, Nova..." Matteo growled, continuing to drive his weight into my hips against the mattress with a staggering velocity. His voice sounded like a deep, rumbling bass coming straight from the underworld. "Did this tightness, this soaking-wet pussy go completely crazy just for me? Tell me!"

Matteo unbuckled his belt in front of her and let his pants fall to his feet as his cock sprung out fully erect, striking against his muscular abs. Isabella closed her eyes as she was shocked to see him completely nude. He was her boss, and she had never imagined she’d be able to view his amazing figure without any clothes on. Matteo smirked again and lifted her chin, causing her eyes to flicker open. “Darling, do you like what you see?” With a smug expression, he inquired.