Garrett Clayton Nude Novels & Stories

I felt like a bad mother for not knowing what my son needed. My mate was also glowing with happiness, a genuine one. I was glad to see them bonding in such a short time. Smiling, my eyes scrutinized Clay. He was in a black shirt that hugged his abs and muscles. Apart from suits, I have never seen him a casual clothes. Damn, this man looks good in everything. Feeling my gaze on him, Clayton turned and a big smile appeared on his face. “Hey, you’re awake,” “Hey,” I whispered back, folding my arm under my head.

she bit back a smile. Claudine took the opportunity to truly take him in. The simple laptop camera couldn’t hide the sheer raw power emanating from him. He was indeed shirtless, his chest a broad expanse of muscle, dusted with dark hair. His jaw was tight, his brow furrowed slightly in concentration as he glanced at the documents beside him. He sure as hell wasn’t planning on sleeping anytime soon. The sight made her stomach clench with a mix of awe and pure, unadulterated lust.

She exhaled softly, heart warm, body relaxed, and smiled to herself, this morning felt different, so refreshing. The door clicked open, and Trevor walked in—shirtless and devastatingly sexy. His abs were perfectly carved, biceps prominent, every muscle in his chest and abdomen flexing effortlessly with each step he took A pair of soft, straight-leg cargo joggers hung low on his waist, loose and tight enough to frame the sharp V-line disappearing beneath the fabric The ink on his tattooed chest caught the light, glistening faintly as Claudia stared—lips parting without her realizing it.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

I drew closer to him and used my hand to caress the back of his head, pressing my boobs on his chest so hard that he couldn't resist. He paused for a while, looked me in the eye, a stern unreadable look, then he began to unbutton his shirt slowly. Button by button while I gently took off my bikini top as well, exposing my huge breasts to his handsome face. As he took his clothes off, I became more horny and salivated for him. He abs were thick and his chest was firm and huge. His arms were large and was muscular. He had a tattoo in on the left side of his chest. It was just a simple claw mark and beneath it was the name Clara imprinted on it.

This was no big deal. “I’m sorry. I was actually supposed to do kind of like a nude drawing, but I know asking you to stand naked in front of me for hours might make you uncomfortable so I’ll be cool if you were just shirtless.” I blinked once. Then twice, feeling my cheeks warm up. He originally wanted a nude pose. There was a guy who initially agreed to be sketched naked by Gary. I wonder who that guy was and if I could borrow his confidence for a couple of hours.

“I said clothes off!” Garret made a step backward to hastily remove all of his clothes. His tight muscles attracted my eyes at his every move until he was left only with his sneakers. I stared at his manhood with a satisfied smile and made sure he saw me gazing. Like I was making an exercise, I lifted both of my legs, outstretched and pressed together, and waited for his to undress me. He pushed my sneakers away from my feet, letting them roll on the floor. His cool palms made me shiver as he slid them on my ankles, then to my knees, and up to my waist. Tugging at my pants, he swiftly removed them too.

I said, and he looked at me like he half-expected that. Good. Because that was the only rational thought I had left. Everything else was her skin. That ass. That perfectly rounded ass my hand itched to hold. Clayton nodded stiffly. “Sure.” Then he popped open the door and, as he slid out, he muttered a “Goodnight” before shutting the door and striding off. I exhaled slowly and ran a hand over my face, trying to shake off the lingering image, but it only made the heat rise faster, settling into an ache in my pants.

Half worried and half curious. "Yes, he is aggressive but he will never hurt his mate, you can trust him". Said Skyler. Clara thought about it and then she nodded. "Let him out, I'd like to meet him too. She smiled. Her eyes brimmed with curiosity and affection. Skyler started to take off his clothes in front of Clara, making her blush from embarrassment. She tried to turn away but she found herself staring shamelessly at his body and oh, there was a tattoo at the right side of his chest. She hadn't seen it before as this was the first time she was seeing him unclothed in front of her. Her eyes traveled down to the tight stomach muscles, reaching the v lines that disappeared inside his pants

Blake said and departed to the bathroom. Tabitha looked toward the closing door, quickly grabbed Claire’s hand, and led her to her room next to the bathroom. All she did was point at a small hole in the wall and giggle. Claire walked up to the hole and peeked through. There she saw the incredible sight in her life. Blake was nude and was about to get into the shower. His physique was flawless, and his male member was the longest and thickest she had seen. It wasn’t even erect, and she could only imagine the pleasure she would receive when she gave herself to him. Claire looked at Tabitha and smiled, motioning her to have a look as well. Tabitha blushed but also peeked at Blake from the hole.