Gary Gross Nude Novels & Stories

Grayson strolls in wearing nothing but a towel low around his hips, displaying his rock-hard chiseled tan chest, dripping with water droplets. His hair was over his forehead and sticking to his skin, making him seem like anything but the cold, ruthless and bossy billionaire, but just like a regular guy, who happens to be extremely good-looking and in shape. "You asshole, I told you not to leave marks on me." I hiss out, tilting my neck, showing him. "How am I supposed to explain this?" Grayson coldly looks and ignores me as he removes the towel from his waist and starts drying himself, showing his limp yet still large cock for full display.

Emma immediately covered her mouth and hid in the corner but her eyes stared at the man in the toilet currently working on himself. Mr Grayson leaned on the wall with wet dark hair that stuck to his face. It covered his forehead and revealed only his closed eyes. His right fist was clenched and used to cover his opened mouth. Sweat rolled down his Adams apples that moved sexily. Then down to his opened chest and his honey-colored toned muscles and down to his waist then his hand which was moving slowly on his—Fuck! “So huge.., So fucking—!” Emma opened her mouth wide as she looked at Grayson's thick rod which was erected and bringing out pre-cum.

*She grinds her ass back teasingly, hedonistic eyes commanding as she spreads thighs wider, pussy lips parting invitingly, ready for filling. *Eyes widen in shock as they take in the scandalous scene before them - their best friend's mother, Stefanie, sprawled naked on the bed, laptop open to an array of hardcore pornography, her own body glistening with arousal. The provocative invitation hangs heavy in the air, a challenge issued directly to Y/N.*

Alpha Gray undressed, and they stepped under the warm stream of water from the large rain showerhead. Nueva watched as the water glistened over Alpha Gray's strong physic flowing down over his hard abs and narrow hips, lingering there for a moment. Before, she trailed her lazy eyes up to his face; Nueva could tell that he was exhausted. A week of not knowing where she was, showed the signs of dark circles under his intense eyes and a thick black stubble covered his strong jawline.

I stood there completely naked in front of Marcus, my chest heaving, my nipples hard and aching. My shaved pussy was visibly dripping, my swollen lips glistening with arousal under the bright gym lights. A thick string of my cream slowly ran down my inner thigh. Fuckk, i had never felt so exposed, so wanted, and so filthy in my life. Marcus stroked his thick, spit-covered cock slowly continuously as he stared at my body. His eyes were dark with hunger.

Grey walked in slowly, his eyes darting across the room suspiciously while I exhaled. “Sorry, not intruding on your privacy, but I was thinking we order or go out for dinner. What would you like, Katherine?” he asked slowly. My eyes darted across his shirtless body—three thick lines tattooed on his arms, his abs defined, his dark little nipples rock hard. My gaze slid down to his sweatpants. Even then I could see the massive shape of his cock, and it was soft. Yet it looked enormous. If Jasper was anything like his sugar daddy, then damn—the man could fuck. He was insanely smoking hot.

Shirtless. Low-slung gray sweatpants, bare feet, tattooed chest glistening with sweat, sawdust in his hair from the basement. One thick arm braced on the counter, the other pouring Mark’s twenty-five-year-old Glenlivet like it was water. The muscles in his back flexed as he moved, and when he turned around the front was worse: abs cut so deep I could see the shadow under each ridge, that perfect V disappearing under the waistband, and the clearest, fattest outline of a half-hard cock I have ever seen in real life. He didn’t flinch. Just looked me dead in the eye and said, “Hey, gorgeous. Your husband said make myself at home.”

With his broad hands he unhooked her bra and threw it on the floor. Lisa bit her lips which was luscious to eyes. A small moan escaped from her brown lips when Damien bit hard on her nipples. "Ahhh...!!!" Celestine screamed and stood up covering her eyes. It was same as watching porn movie. "Fuck!!!" Damien cursed and left Lisa who was breathing heavily. "We can continue. Den is there to help her." Lisa said unhappily. "I am not in mood." Damien left fuming Lisa naked on bed. "Fuck you Celestine" she cursed her.

As if in a trance, he opened up one of the videos that Tristan had sent, and a nude couple immediately appeared on his screen. The woman's legs were straddling the man's hips as he thrusted aggressively. The large bed was squeaking loudly under their movements. Groans, moans, and loud panting constantly erupted from their mouths, along with an obscene set of sounds from the expanse of skin on skin. Grayson's blood was pumping quickly through his veins, and his cheeks were a bright, ruddy red. Again, he turned the video off after just a few seconds. He picked up his mug and finished his coffee in one gulp.

What the actual freaking hell. He sent a photo of himself in the shower, reflected in the foggy mirror. His silhouette is barely visible, but the outline of his naked body is clear enough. His brown skin stands out against the dark tiles. He's showering. Naked. -Norali: You’re texting me while showering?? -Mr. Grumpy: You wanted me to think of you, right? Here's me doing that. -Mr. Grumpy: I want a picture back. For our mirror kink.