Drew Fuller Nude Novels & Stories

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

“To claim what I—claim. Whatever I want. And just to get off. Sorry. That’s so fucking crude. But it’s the truth. I’ve jerked off more since we got out of there than most of my life.” The last few words came out in a rush, like he could hardly stand to say them out loud. He had one hand clenched so tight around the mug handle that I knew it’d break any second, and he couldn’t look at me again. Just as well, because I couldn’t have met his eyes either, not even with a gun to my head and an offer of a million dollars. I stared down at the table, a barrage of images crowding my mind’s eye. That was what Drew had been doing during that chunk of time between getting ready for bed and actually com

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—