Ezra Miller Shirtless Novels & Stories

Ezra skimmed his gaze over my torso before shrugging as if that would do, and he turned to a carousel full of ties. I quickly yanked the jacket back off, feeling as if I had cooties now. “Is it just me or is one guy borrowing clothes from another guy just plain weird?” “Hell yes, it’s weird.” Ezra picked out a handful of ties. “Which is why you’re signing an NDA before you’re allowed to leave my house.” I snorted. “As if I would ever tell anyone about this, anyway.” “Good.” He turned to me, holding up half a dozen ties. “Which one?”

If she could do what Eva wanted, then the video would be deleted, and all would be fine. "What's going on here?" Elena asked as she stared at the shirtless man. He was a tall and huge man and with his chest bare, Elena knew he had been working out, too much of it even. His arms were huge, and without touching them, Elena could see that there were strong ones that could get hold of anything at any time. The only clothing on his body was a short that hugged his strong thighs perfectly such that one could see all that they contained. "Eva? What the hell is going on here?" She queried Eva who just gave her a smile that suggested something weird.

Ezra murmured between kisses and pulled me from the sad thoughts. Ezra slowly pulled my t-shirt and tossed it somewhere in the room. I am not wearing a bra but only standing in my panties in front of him. I covered myself with my hands feeling self-conscious and shy standing in front of my best Friend practically naked. " Don't cover yourself, Fay, not in front of me. You are so beautiful and I love to see you like this every day." He huskily whispered before removing my hands which are covering my boobs from his view.

“Exactly, and that is why you need to reveal yourself for him to see. He needs to love you, you know, to have his eyes on YOU and you alone. You being concealed from his eyes…” “He knows when he does see me that I am his alone. I don’t need to show myself off for other men to see me, Madeline. There are morals that I prefer to follow, and I don’t need to lose them, not for Ezra, and not for any other man.” I said, and she raised an eyebrow before she put it back. She pulled out a white dress that was somewhat more loose despite it being short, it was somewhat more concealed when it came to cleavage and skin. My collarbone would be prominent, and a small spec of my breast line was revealed, b

I sat in an empty seat, before eying the name card before me "Please fill this in. Ezra has to meet 50 ladies today, it'll make knowing your name easier." I quickly wrote my name before watching as Jen left. The other 9 girls sat waiting. Ezra appeared from behind a set of bushes, clearly having just been for a run. I hadn't run for a while... I missed the freedom... I'd go soon. He wore a white shirt and smart trousers, he removed his aviator sunglasses as he stepped into the shade, before placing them onto the table. The table was a large round one, where we all sat next to one another.

“I never have dinner, and I run ten kilometers every day. But it’s worth it. Ezra likes the way I look. Right, babe?” Ezra just leaned back lazily and replied with a faint smile. Then he turned his head—and saw me. He froze, then straightened up, his eyes locked on me. Those eyes quickly darkened, flickering with surprise. And something hotter. Everyone else turned to look too. And they all saw me wearing the same outfit as Danica. It’s obvious who wore it better. Camila and Layla’s jaws dropped like two stunned hens. Danica, on the other hand, looked like she’d just swallowed a whole lemon.

The door was slightly ajar, and soft sounds of movement and heavy breathing drifted out. I stopped right at the edge of the doorframe, pressing my back against the wall, and peeked in through the gap. Oh. My. God. He was there. Shirtless. Gone were the suits, the crisp shirts, the buttons, the ties. He was wearing only dark grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, no shirt, no shoes, nothing else. His back was to me, hands gripping the pull-up bar high above him, and he was moving—smoothly.

I moaned as Niku moved about with a third camera and filmed me. "Let's get her naked and see how hot she is," Mrs. Miller said and moved behind me. She unzipped my dress. "I bet she's adorable." Mr. Miller watched, his cock twitching before him, as his wife worked the zipper down the back of my dress. She shoved off the cloth from my shoulders. They slipped down my body. I trembled as my breasts came into view.

Willing to join in on their banter, I commented, “It’s hard to say. Mateo is shirtless, and well, that adds to the look.” Ezra stood and laid the Stetson on his chair before his fingers began unbuttoning his shirt. The way his eyes remained locked with mine made me just a little giddy. When his shirt was off, he picked up the Stetson and placed it on his head. Then he leaned over and snatched the toothpick from Mateo’s mouth, too. “What about now, my beautiful wolf?” he asked with a thick southern drawl.

“Here. Wear this.” Milo peeled out of his travel clothes sluggishly, exhaustion written across his face. Ethan helped, steady hands easing the shirt over Milo’s head. The sight that greeted him nearly knocked the air from his lungs. Milo stood there in nothing but the oversized tee, hem brushing his thighs, hair mussed and eyelids heavy. It hit Ethan like a punch to the gut. He had to cover his mouth with his hand, telling himself 'no' over and over. Milo was tired. He needed rest.