Garrett Clayton Nude Novels & Stories

"You should shower too." He stared at me for a few seconds before walking into the bathroom. The sound of running water filled the air. A few minutes later, I knocked on the door. "I left my phone inside." Clayton hadn't locked the door, so it just opened. Clayton froze, his back to me. His tall, imposing figure was completely naked. His skin was pale, making his wounds look even more gruesome. Water flowed over the rusty chains, black grime mixing with bloodstains from his forearms, trickling down his back and abdomen. The water slid down his calves and trickled into the drain.

Nyla I stared at the photo on my screen, unable to look away. Ezekiel stood there by the pool, shirtless and glistening, his wet hair slicked back, those perfectly carved abs catching the sunlight like some kind of god. My brother Garrett was next to him, laughing, but my eyes only saw Ezekiel. He looked so hot it almost hurt. I’d been invited to go with them today, but the usual shyness had crept in, and I’d said no. Now I was regretting it so badly my chest ached.

She draped them over the back of one of the chairs, hoping they would dry by the fireplace. Clayton walked back into the cabin, closing the door behind him. A shiver ran down his spine as the rainwater dripped from his hair, and he hung the raincoat back up to dry. He made his way over to the fireplace, intending to get a fire started to warm the cabin. As he did, he saw Camden rummaging through the chest for some dry clothes to wear. She turned her back to him, dropping the towel to get dressed. Out of the corner of his eye, Clayton caught a glimpse of her naked form, sending a surge of desire through him. He internally struggled with himself, determined to respect her privacy and not let h

Her other breast begged for justice as he brought it out and placed his mouth on it and his other hand massaging her other bud. Celestine closed her eyes and threw her head backwards, sweet soft moans left her mouth. Damien left her breast and kissed her hot lips again. He stopped suddenly and looked down at the panting little kitten under him. He removed his shirt and threw it away. His toned body was before Celestine's eyes. Something she had never noticed before. His sexy abs were before her and she was mentally counting them. His chest was broad and hard so were his muscles, there was no doubt that he worked out a lot. His muscles weren't to be exaggerated but they were just the perfect

he apologized, slightly grinning. “My name is Garrett Everson.” He smiled, introducing himself to her. But Sheila seems to be lost as her gaze was fixed on him. She admired everything about him. Garrett, who is 6.2 feet tall with a dark hair and dark eyes. He is handsome and has an athletic build. She couldn’t stop herself from admiring him. Garrett’s smile was so cute, captivating and charming. “Why are you naked in the woods?” Sheila quizzed, when she finally found her voice.

I had to pinch myself and see if it was real or a dream, but they were still there in that position. Selene was lying on her back, fully unclad, on our king-sized bed, her eyes shut in ecstasy as she was trying to stifle her moan with her hand gently covering her mouth. My gaze went down between her legs. Someone’s face, no less Garret, was deeply buried in her p***y, using his tongue to rub her clitoris as she gripped on the bedding tightly with one her hand and the other to stifle her moan. It feels like the world stops, and my heart drops like a stone into my stomach.

Declan shifts behind me to give me space but doesn't pull out. I open the camera, and point it down between our bodies. Garrett's cock is still inside me, cum dripping from where we're connected and running down the couch cushion. Declan's tattooed hand is resting on my hip, and Garrett's hand on my thigh, his watch visible. I press record. I pull off Garrett's cock. Slowly. The cum pours from my pussy in a thick stream that runs down my inner thigh and drips onto the leather. Three seconds of that. Then Garrett's hand slides into frame and spreads his cum across my skin with his thumb. Declan's tattooed hand appears on my other thigh, possessive, fingers pressing into my flesh.

Four buttons open and one very hard-muscled chest bulging from it, Galland nods his approval, and we are ready to go. …Isabella POV… I am silently sitting here in the corner, trying not to be noticed when in walks Clayton. If I say that my heart did not skip a beat, then I would be lying. He is looking devilishly handsome. Now he knows how my knees crumble when I see that hard-muscled chest that is so freely on display at the moment. I am shy to admit, but all I can think of his running my fingers over it and get completely lost in him.

He almost drops, eyes wide as the perfect face and all freshen-up hunk Clay is in front of him. Raising his hand in a salute, Clay greeted. “Yo!” smiling with all his perfect smile, wearing a red polo shirt unbutton from its first two bottoms up. He looks gorgeously hot with his striking blue eyes, perfectly curve chin, high nose, and seductive lips. An epitome of a God that any girl would die to be near and be ‘the girl’. “What the.” As Sky unconsciously tattles, shaking his head to get the thoughts out. To the mix of the fault, unnecessary thoughts, and steamy vivid memories circling unto his mind, their eyes that laid unto each other took the worse for him.

He sent her away. “All right, then. Have it your way.” Clay blows out a breath, reaches behind his back, and peels his shirt off over his head. My wolf cocks her head. His skin is goose-bumped, his dark nipples beaded. His hands move to his belt. Neither of us look away. He shucks his jeans and boots and stands barefoot on the cold pebbles, his long cock pale and dangling between his hairy thighs. He cracks his neck and rolls his shoulders.