Dylan Obrien Nudes Novels & Stories

He was staring at her like he had no eyes for anyone else. "Take off your clothes," Dylan commanded; voice raspy but firm. She could not help but think for a moment that she liked this dominance – a complete farcry to what her logic was screaming which she immediately buried at the back of her mind. With slightly shaking hands, Diana kept holding his stare as she gripped the seam of her dress. Slowly, she took off all of her clothes in front of Dylan. She let it fall to the ground. Dylan sucked in a harsh breath as he stared at the entirety of her naked body.

********* Erin stood there as he watched both godlike men strip every piece of material they wore. Both men are now completely naked before him. He was going crazy. They were beautiful, and why they chose him beats his imagination. "Get naked!" they spoke at once. Erin did as was told and soon he too stood naked before them. "So beautiful!" Dylan whispered as he slowly approached the younger boy. He ran his fingers all over the boy's body with a smile on his face. He loved the way the boy trembled with every touch. Aaron soon joined them and he been too hot did not bother with touches. He just reached for the boy's mouth, capturing it in a kiss that had the boy moaning loudly.

Dylan slide the zip until it reaches to its end. The gown did not fall this time because it was so fluffy. But the upper part of the gown just bend forward from her breasts. Dylan who was standing behind her walks from his position and stands in front of her after unzipping her gown. Her breasts can be seen clearly after being unzipped. She had not wear bra this time as the pads were attached in this gown. Her upper body was completely naked now. She looks straight at Dylan who was looking at her with lust filling in his eyes. She closed her eyes with shyness. She had not allowed anyone to see her body like this. She had not even given these rights to his ex boyfriend.

Dylan stripped off his shirt so fast I almost missed it, like it offended him just by existing. Then came his boots, socks, and pants in quick succession until he stood there proudly in all his naked, enthusiastic glory. His grin was huge boyish and wolfish at the same time, like he’d just won the gods-damned lottery and I was the jackpot. “All right, get naked, little doll!” he clapped his hands once, eyes gleaming.

A white shirt with a black leather coat that's beside him and a fitted ripped jeans along with those black sneakers. Definitely a heartbreaker. Damon remarked, "Stop staring, love, I'll melt." "Geez, you're so cringey as usual." While Serena showing off her height wore a sleeveless white crop top along with her white skirt and black elegant heels. And Dylan was the most perfect of them all, he wore an oversized cartoon graphic shirt and denim jeans. Comparisons are easily done once you had a taste of perfection, which is Dylan! Damon laughed at me as he whisphered softly, "How could you make anyone excited to see you with how you look right now, Olivia?"

My entire body went hot. Cole Dylan was standing at the edge of his king-sized bed, completely naked. His body was insane… broad shoulders, thick muscle, tattoos covering parts of his back and arms. He looked like a man, not like the boys I was used to. And he was fucking a girl with ruthless intensity.

Damien smiled, it was not a normal smile and Galith was well aware of that. "What are trying to do?" He asked, looking straight into Damien's eyes. "My dear old friend, from high school till now you like to fuck woman. Why not change this trend and let my men play with you for a day?" Damien snapped his fingers and five gigolos walked in, only in their boxers. "No, Damien, for our old days, you can beat me but not this." Galith pleaded which was left unheard and was taken to another room. "Dobin cut their hands and then dispose them altogether." Damien pointed out four men who touched Celestine and left from their with Antonio.

Dylan. Being the Alpha king's son made him the most popular and recognized one amongst his Friends. It would’ve been easier to say that was the only reason he enjoyed great attention. Dylan was a born Adonis. He had long brown hair, which he tied ponytail style. His eyes were cocoa brown and he had slight plump lips that begged to be kissed. He was six foot tall and had a body that screamed of his manly appeal. Even the blind testified of his looks. You know, it was one thing to have the looks but it was a whole different ball game to have the attitude fit for that face. Dylan had a distinct charisma around him. When he moved, he didn’t walk but rather he swaggered.