Novel & Cerita Garrett Clayton Nude

"Thank you, life coach Moro. I'll bear that in mind." The drive to Riverbend was filled with an odd mix of excitement and trepidation. As I parked and headed to Luke's apartment, I was startled to see Clay's door swing open. When Clay's door swung open, I was met with an unexpected sight that made my heart racing and my thoughts scatter. He stood there, shirtless, with low-slung jeans, hugging his hips in a way that was almost sinful. His upper body was a sculpted marvel, the rippling muscles of his chest and arms almost intimidating in their definition. Intricate tribal tattoos adorned various parts of his flesh, curling around both arms, across his expansive chest, even snaking around his

Both of them stared at me with open hunger. Claire stepped forward first, running her hands over my waist. “You look like such a little whore for us,” she murmured, kissing my neck. “I’ve been thinking about tasting you again.” Dr. Hawthorne watched us for a moment before commanding, “Both of you. Undress. Now.” Claire pulled her tight white dress over her head, revealing she wore nothing underneath. Her full, heavy breasts spilled free, nipples already hard. She was completely naked in seconds. I unhooked my bikini and let it drop, standing bare before them.

And at the same time, my eyes landed on the straight face of Garrett. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing now. Fuck, he was unclad down to his torso, and I couldn’t help but swoon over how fit he was. It was late into the afternoon, so him being shirtless was understandable. Even though he was slim, apparently, the fact that he was able to keep fit was the most amazing thing of all. Who didn’t want a man with well-structured muscles all over? I didn’t know how long I had stared at his unclad torso, but Anya’s cheerful whimpering in my head was what brought me back to my senses.

The sight of him as he walked towards me, it made desire stir inside me when it should’ve incited fear. Clay might not be built like a tank like Garrick was, but he could make mincemeat out of Garrick with the tiniest amount of effort. He was all taunt muscle and liquid grace as he walked, the black material of his Tee-shirt stretching across his chest and biceps with each small movement. His copper hair was dark under the moonless night sky and his eyes held a faint glow that wasn’t just the wolf. He wore worn out black jeans and sneakers and I realized too late that he looked simply breathtaking even when dressed down while I looked like a drenched rat who was sweating profusely with my ta

she chirped before returning to her post. Lorraine took the elevator to Clay's room. When she reached it, she hesitated outside his door, her mind filled with sudden hesitant thoughts. Standing there, she reached into her purse and took out her key but held it for a few minutes, contemplating whether to open the door. Suddenly, the door swung open, and she found herself staring directly into his gaze. Lorraine was stunned. Clay stood there in long corduroy pants, bare-chested, displaying his strong muscles and well-built body. She couldn't help but gape at the sight.

“Emma, I am about to fuck you, breaking whatever barrier between us. Once that happens, the deal for you to find a boyfriend is off. Are you okay with that? Do you want me to continue?” “Yes. Continue,” she breathed out, wasting no time. Clyde laid her on her back, spreading her legs, each hanging around his hips. He shimmered off his pants and shirt, getting completely naked. This was the first time Emma was seeing him completely naked, and she couldn't help but gawk at how beautiful he was. His torso was decorated with abs that had seen either great years of training or a lucky chance of genetics. His chest heaved with fervor, expanding his broad shoulder. The V-shaped that extended down h

“But I won’t touch them today. Those are for Cary to lavish with attention while I claim another part of your body.” I gasped when Clay tugged on my pant leg, the waistband inching down ever so slightly. But he didn’t stop, just kept tugging as Cary lifted my hips until the pants slipped free. They were blindly tossed aside, his eyes never leaving me and I felt the heat of his stare burning my skin. Cary’s hands had come to rest cupping my breasts while he peered over my shoulder at my now completely naked form. “Fucking perfect.” Clay whispered, gliding his hands up my legs, working them closer and closer to where I desperately needed them to be.

They were cool against my warm legs. The lights in the room being off, I see Garret take off his pants and shirt from the moonlight that came in brightly from the windows. The light glittered on his soft deep golden skin. I bite my bottom lip as I take in everything that I have seen before but could never get enough of. The way his Tom Ford boxers hugged every curve of his lower half drove Lilly and me insane. "Like what you see?" he questions, crawling into bed next to me. The moonlight made his eyes dance and I was captured in them for a moment.

You’ve never seen Danny’s ass up close. Natasha hovers beside Clinton like a mischief fairy. “We’re waiting for you to strip. You can’t play with clothes on, you know,” she says, smirking. I glare daggers at her. Pervert. But also… part of me wonders why she wants Clinton in his underwear so badly. Ew. Gross. Clinton calmly begins to strip. First, he pulls off his white T-shirt. I swear I hear angels singing. My jaw drops. His chest… oh my God… those abs… that chest… he’s literally a Greek statue walking among mortals!

DECLAN The sun blinding my barely open eyes was what woke me up. That and the terrific headache that assaulted my brain. I groaned softly, trying to ease myself off of the bed. The soft cushioning beneath my ass felt oddly alien. I opened my eyes fully and tried to observe my surroundings. It appeared that I was in someone's bedroom. I couldn't remember who though. After taking note of the dark blue comforter covering me and the plush pillows around me, it dawned on me that I had woken up in the arms of another man. Literally. The plush pillows were his arms. Clay Carter's arms. I lifted the comforter and took a peek because if I was in his house and his bed, that would only mean something h