Duke Depp Naked Novels & Stories

The room was dim in the video but I could see everything clearly enough. I recognised Duke's shoulders first before I even heard his voice—low and lazy. It was the same voice he used to use with me when our marriage had been good. My jaw fell as the camera angle shifted, moving lower to show him on the bed. He was naked, spread out on the bed like a prize. His dick was hard and waiting. The camera stilled. It dawned on me that it had possibly mounted on a tripod or a selfie stick for a purpose. And then, the person behind the camera came into view, climbing into bed.

Nope, pity was gone. I place the full pitcher back into the basin, and I walk over to the Duke to remove his tunic and -WOW! Unlike my prince and senator, this man had more muscles and scars. The walls 22 in my pussy clench, informing me that she was turned on! Down girl! But, I cannot help my attraction! "Don't stand there and ogle, Page! Undress me!" The Duke's impatience hurries me to remove his leather boots and woolen hose. I grasp the reality that he was "commando"

he smirked darkly at me before he kneel in between my tights and before I could even ask, Duke pulled my undergarment down, making me completely n*ked in front of my husband. I didn't have the chance to react or ask anything as Duke parted my legs wider before he feasted with a sight of me. Duke looked up to my eyes and his hand started traveling down from my knees to that part of my body. His hand first caressed the top of it before it went down and traced its way again until he stopped in my entrance.

Duke takes the mostly empty plate from Cori’s good hand and nods at the food. “I don’t need your help,” she whisper shouts. Dressed in a pale green, flowery dress that accents her long legs and gorgeous skin, biker dude is no match for her. Duke’s jeans, black T-shirt, large hunting knife on his left hip, and the gun on his right only add to the dangerous vibes he gives off. They don’t affect Cori in the slightest. She prefers the sophisticated type and her nose turns up at his choice of attire. Duke would probably clean up nicely in a suit. It would need to be custom-made because no suit off the rack would fit him. However, I don’t see him putting one on, and even dressed to the nines, I do

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

I opened my eyes and found Duke in front of me, lying on the bathroom floor with a pained grimace on his face. "Are you okay, Elaine, you're not harmed anywhere?" he questioned, looking into my eyes with concern. I didn't respond to his query since my thoughts had just recognized I was nude on top of him and my body was exposed.

But at least today, we’ll be doing something new. Duke gets me out of my clothes so that I’m totally nude, and moves on from licking my cheek. Instead, he puts his mouth on my tit and starts licking and slurping my nipple, while fondling my other breast with his hand. His thumb occasionally rubs over my nipple, and honestly, it feels good. His movements are still a little awkward, but at least it’s something. I let out a quiet moan as I brush my fingers through his hair. “Duke?”

"It's amazing how you consider the worst of me, when you don't even know me. Had you let me in the first time...you would know you let our mate in right into the dragon's den." "Stop saying that word!" I growled and hurled myself at him. He kicked me off him and this time I fell down all the way to the river bank below. The ground beneath me cracked and only left a few scratches that healed instantly. I roared as my nails extended and canines came out. Duke removed his cloak and came down landing with a loud thud on his feet. Tattoo like markings covered his body and his eyes turned crimson. They looked red just like mine.

The guy is kneeling behind a naked woman on all fours with her ass towards him. He's stroking his nearly limp cock and my sister is right, it's huge! Well maybe not huge, but extremely long even in it's current state. The woman's face conveys her impatience as she looks back over her shoulder. Her blonde hair is as unnatural as her large tits. "What's the matter, Dean?" the director asks, walking towards the bed. "He can't get it up! That's what's the matter," the naked blonde on the bed yells.

“Maybe the black wolf is someone from Shell Cove.” “With purple eyes?” His eyes widened. The young man let out a low whistle. “What? Is that something special?” “Aren’t you a lucky young woman?” The young man asked. Before I could ask what he meant by that, Duke groaned and swayed on his feet. I got up, rushing toward him but he stopped midair and floated to lie on the other couch. “What happened?” “You went into a trance,” Luke said, pulling out another blanket and draping it over Duke. “How are you feeling?”