Drew Fuller Nude Novels & Stories

"When you what?" "Drew!" Grabbing the nearest thing I could find for leverage—which happened to be his left calf—I yanked myself free from his arms, toppling forwards on to the bed. When I lifted my head, I could hear him laughing and when I looked up, I gasped. Because in the mirrored doors of the wardrobe I saw myself on my hands and knees, stark naked, my bottom raised in the air. And as I stared, I watched Drew toss aside the bathrobe I'd left in my wake then make short work of discarding his own.

Not much has changed in my situation in the two weeks since Grant and I reignited our new relationship. I rather like it that way. "Hell yes! That's the way you do it, brother." Drew stands on the couch and thrusts his hips at the TV in an obscene gesture I never needed to see in my entire life. Grant uses Drew's distraction to start lobbing fire grenades at his bunker. The explosions take over the volume in the living room and Drew scrambles to find his controller and get back in the position.

Charity quietly made her way into the bathroom. One thing hadn't changed and that was that Drew liked his showers hot. Steam hung heavy in the air, making it harder for her to see. Walking over to the door of the shower, she breathed deeply and opened it. "Char?" Drew asked as he wiped the water and soap from his eyes. She knew the moment he saw she was naked as the day she was born because his eyes changed. A desire she hadn't seen in years revealed itself there. His hands fisted at his side as the water rained down on him.

The guy sent me a faceless nude, a Latino guy who looked fit and large, wearing just a little cross on a chain with a hard cock that must have been 8+ inches. Omg, nice, I pulled over and texted him for a while, sent him some pics of my little ass and hole, clean shaven. And I sent pics of my body and face, I'm 5'8 and kinda muscular. He said to me, "I'll pound it and make u suck." I'm gonna refer to him as J.

Beaten by the Milton Lions in the championship final last season. "You know Kareem have been staring at you this whole time, right?"Drew said next to me as she passed me the blunt. She—Drew was cool as fuck. She rocked them dreads, too. She was a lesbian. Said she was a stud or something like that. I took a drag , looking around. "Word?" She nodded. I kept searching until my eyes landed on him. He was sitting on the kitchen counter with probably his teammates flanking him. He didn’t look away when I caught him stating at me. Instead, he smirked before taking a sip from his solo cup, his gaze still on me.

I motion for him to stand up. And so do I. I get off the table and shrug out of my nightie till I’m completely naked. Shaun obeys, in need of a release. His darkened eyes focus on my complete nudity, admiring every inch of me, trailing the marks his rough hands left on my skin. When I silently demand he obeys, his cruel smirk returns. “Yes, ma’am.” I wait till he’s on his feet, hand still wrapped around his bare cock that’s seeping out precum. Such a gorgeous sight to behold.

I heard the hint of concern in Florian's voice even though he masked his tone as scorn, but I knew him more than he wanted already, the man hiding behind a mask of steel. "Yes, sir," I managed as I eased around to face them. I hadn't noticed that they'd removed their clothes and the sight of them, three of the most incredible and muscular men I'd ever seen took my breath away. All three were well over six feet, rippled muscles in all the right places. I was staring at three men carved from the finest stone, a painting for all to admire. The various colorful tattoos covering Drew were true art, accentuating the badass he purported himself to be. All three had carved hips and what could only b

Well, Jesus Christ on a cracker. And I couldn’t stop thinking about what Drew’s knot would look like. If he knotted his own hand when he jerked off “more since we got out of there than most of his life.” Or if he saved that for when he was inside someone… I let out a little whimper and covered my face with my hands. That had almost been me, a couple of hours ago. That might still be me if he couldn’t keep his enhanced alpha-ness under control. If he came back from his run all naked and sweaty and feral, eyes glowing and cock rock-hard…

What choice do I have if they want me to wear only my bra and undies? Drew to me: And if they tell you to go naked, you will? What the fuck, Beauty! Me to Drew: What naked? I'm not a porn star, Drew. It's not like that. And what about? You and Beatrice? What's the real deal between the two of you? Drew to me: What am I to you, Beauty? Did you even consider my feelings last night? I was so proud of you, darling. I'm so dam proud, but—

She grinds down and talks to the camera over my head like I am furniture that happens to have a tongue. “Look at her work. First day and she’s already a good little hole. Both ends. She walked in here lost and now she’s eating pussy with a cock in her.” Drew circles with the handheld. The red light keeps finding my face. “Arch your back, Lila. Show me that ass. Cole, harder. I want her voice.”