Duke Depp Naked Novels & Stories

“And you already decided you’re coming home with us, so there’s no point wasting energy pretending otherwise.” Juliette’s jaw dropped. She half-laughed, half-choked. “Wow. At least let a woman have some pride.” Duke moved like a fucking viper one second surveying the room, the next his hand was in her hair, threading through those thick dark strands and tilting her head back just the way I’d fantasized about earlier. Then he angled her toward me and dipped low, whispering in her ear, “Who needs pride when you could be coming in five minutes?”

LIKE FATHER LIKE DAUGHTER. A Decade Later. "Duke!" Keondra called out. "C'mon boy!" She clapped, looking around. She wore a cropped top hoodie which left her stomach bare as her waist disappeared into the baggy pants. Her hair was in a rough bun at the nape of her neck while a few strands fell to her face and some behind her little pointy ears. “I know you're in here, you stubborn creature.” Duke jumped on her from behind and they both crashed to the marbled floor. He stood over her on his four as he passionately licked her face.

If anything, Cassy noted he'd grown even more handsome in the past few years. He'd just turned thirty, the dowager duchess had said, and "none of his excesses show the slightest bit on his face, the dog!" Cassy agreed. His dark-complexioned features were still as heart-stoppingly handsome as always, and his eyes were just as vivid a green. Jonathan had told her that the duke spent several hours a week at the boxing salon, and was known to be in excellent physical shape. Though his cutaway jacket ended at his lean waist and was buttoned over his chest, it was evident that he had no use for buckram padding as some of the other gentlemen were forced to use. Inexpressible, or skin-tight trousers

"By the way, Ames, drink water. The cold would be nice. You get a headache because you're dehydrated. Water up. Uncle, I'm off now." The siblings stare at one another as their father was still flipping the page of the newspaper. It's not technically an awkward one, but it's surprising to hear that Cass knows what to do when you are drunk. Avery spoke. "You heard the young lady. Drink water. Next time you went to clubs, little girl, make sure you can handle your liquor. Cassie here dragged you back last night and you look like a mess. She sure drank a bit, but she's clear-headed. If you don't do it, we will ground you for weeks."

" Becca asked Niklaus before the duke was blinking his eyes at her. Then, he laughed. He fucking laughed at her face. Becca narrowed her eyes at her husband. "What's so funny that you're laughing, my lord?" Becca asked him as Niklaus was regarding her. He smirked before he was sitting at the edge of the night table. The shift rode a bit and Becca can see that the duke has nice thighs. Well-muscular thighs. She gulped as Becca tried to ignore the stirring feeling that she had in her chest. She would not acknowledge it as she knew that Niklaus would take advantage of her if he could. And Becca was determined not to let him have the upper hand.

I haven't even finished speaking, "I don't want to be a model, but if they want me so bad, why not take it? It's just one campaign." "I'm not fucking done yet," I snap, even more annoyed now. Dean has that effect in me, "It's a nude shoot. Fully nude, you'd only be wearing their jewelry. I don’t think they want to show dick, but they probably want to show ass.” My dad groans, already not liking this. "Oh," Dean lets out, taken aback for a second. Then he leans back and lifts his shirt to flash his barely there abs, "I look hot naked, so I'll take it... is that okay, daddy?"

Jules could see that. He’d always thought that pictures and videos of the duke had to have been somehow manipulated—because he had thought it wasn’t possible for an alpha to be so handsome. But he had to admit the duke looked even better in real life. The videos and pictures didn’t do justice to the sheer presence and self-assuredness Westcliff’s tall, powerful body emanated. He was mouthwateringly handsome: his strong face so perfectly symmetrical it might have been sculpted by an artist, his green eyes unnaturally bright, his full, firm lips sensual despite being curled into a sardonic smile, his jaw strong and angular. He looked effortlessly elegant in his dark suit, despite the five-o’cl

Duke asked me. “Hmmm sounds like a great idea.” I made myself comfortable in one of the chairs with a glass of whisky and watched Duke chop some wood for the hot tub. He took off his shirt and I watched his strong back and shoulder muscles tense with every swing the axe made. After a while of chopping his back started to drip with sweat and I couldn’t help getting aroused by the look of the sweat dripping down his big muscles. My breathing quickened and a fire started to emerge between my legs when I imagined my hands going over his back instead. “BAM.” The loud sounds of Duke throwing the wood into the fire woke me up from my fantasy. I looked up at the sky and the stars were shining bright

"Dukе іѕ еіghtееn, оld enough tо fіght fоr hіѕ соuntrу. Dukе lоvеѕ mе аnd we are engaged. Duke slowly gоt tо hіѕ fееt lооkіng ѕсаrеd. Hе wаѕ about ѕіx-fоur, and аbоut 200 lbѕ. Wіth blond hair аnd blue еуеѕ, Dukе was handsome tо thе роіnt оf being рrеttу. "Whаt about уоu Puke? I said, ѕlарріng his fасе. What dо уоu hаvе tо ѕау for уоurѕеlf, Puke? I sneered, mocking him.

And Kimber was totally, stunningly naked. Deke was barely able to do more than gape and feel the impact of her nude beauty all through his tight-strung body before Luc wrapped his hands around her thighs and gently pulled, spreading her legs wide. Kimber drew in another ragged breath as Deke took in the view of her pussy. Juicy, swollen, ripe. Perfect.