Garrett Clayton Nude Novels & Stories

“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.

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

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

” She gestured at us with a smile, and I smiled slightly in return. Garret looked at us as if he was deciding how to approach us, and if not for Miles's previous comment, I would piss my pants at the sight of him. Not only was Garret as huge as a tank, but his face was decorated with three wide gashes so deep that looking at it made me want to cry with fear. „It’s nice to meet every friend of an elder Claire. I hope you’ll find peace in our homeland.” Garret tipped his head towards us and turned back to Claire.

I admitted with a short, breathy laugh Clayton discarded his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling them off with his boxer briefs in one go “Clayton” My moith feel into a round “O” at the riveting sight of his cock. I had seen it before but still, I wasn't sure I would ever get used to the sight of Mr Voss naked. He was long, thick and so very hard. It was beautiful, sinful, holy, marvelous. It was every wonderful thing I could think of

He interlocked his fingers with hers, and his eyes were dark and deep. Clayton let go of her lips to give her a chance to breathe, but Nicole did not want to admit defeat. She was competitive, so much so that she ignored the current intimate tension between them. Nicole looked at Clayton’s messy shirt and his exposed collarbone in a daze. Clayton seemed to expect her reaction. He knew that Nicole would not let him off easy. Thus, he simply unbuttoned his shirt to show his broad shoulders and lean waist. His abdominal muscles were obvious, and he did not have a trace of fat on his body.

Mal: “Please don’t ignore me. Pick up your damn phone. There’s something I need to show you.” The next message was a very, very clear image of Mal standing in all of his glory, naked and soaking wet from the shower behind him. The man was absolute perfection. His broad shoulders opened to his amazing pecs. Which were slightly covered with neatly trimmed black chest hair that created a ‘happy trail’ down his stomach. He had the beginnings of a six-pack, but not enough to make him look too ripped. Claire hungrily took in the view. Her gaze made its way further down to his engorged member. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.

I winced in pain from where the claws had struck, and blood splattered on the beige coloured dress I wore, tearing through the jacket, the lady had given me earlier, "I planned on returning this but now it is ruined," I muttered. "Why I'm I going with you?" "Are you flustered, is that how to behave toward your lifesaver?" He said it and I felt more embarrassed to look at him, his muscles were no lie from what I had assumed, after he shifted to his human form I wanted to see more than his back view, Garrett had provided him with linen to cover his naked flesh, he looked hot and just like that everyone would want to ravish him to bed them.

Damn, he called me babe. Before I could say another word, I felt the pleasure spiked to the top and all I could do was grab his hair on the back of his neck tightly and release an orgasmic moan with my eyes closed. A few seconds after, I opened my eyes and saw Clayton looking at me, smiling, then kissing me deeply before suddenly releasing it. “Oh, shit, Anita, gotta pull out, we’re barebacked.” I smiled. “That’s okay, not on my fertile window.”