Good Looking Guys Novels & Stories

"That's my good girl." He opened the door, his fingers still buried in my pussy, and three more men stepped into the room. They were all gorgeous. All older—ranging from mid-thirties to what looked like early forties. All built like they spent hours in the gym. One was covered in tattoos, another had silver at his temples that made him look distinguished and dangerous. The third had the body of a professional athlete. They looked at me—naked, flushed, dripping down Dante's hand—and their eyes darkened with pure hunger.

After the second man has finished cumming down my throat, two more men approach me. They look similar—almost like brothers. They both have classic Italian good looks, from their chestnut brown hair, to their sun-kissed olive skin. They also both happen to be tall, muscular, and … frightening? I wrack my mind, trying to find the right word. Dominant? It’s hard to pinpoint exactly what it is, but there’s something sly in their eyes. A subtle cruelty to their smiles.

I mean, for Scarlett and Lisa to have missed the chance of bullying me means whoever is there or whatever is super popular. As I stood on my toes, I caught a glimpse of three guys walking in majestically, like they owned the whole place. Their heads held tall, both their arms in their pockets; two were dressed in suits, while the last was dressed in a Jacket and denim jeans. 'Are they businessmen?' I found myself contemplating and moved further into the crowd towards the front till I could get a glimpse of them fully and I was blown away. The three of them looked like gods. Devilishly handsome, with a face to die for. My jaw dropped and I fought the urge to cover my mouth from the shock I wa

They had a penchant for good-looking people so they were visibly moved by the presence of such a dapper man. Other than the young man standing in the middle, the rest of the men were rather handsome as well. They were dressed in branded clothes from head to toe. One could tell that they were rich kids at one glance. They were pleasantly surprised and charmed by Allana because it was very rare to find a woman as exquisite as her. “That’s Woods and his friends!” “Oh, geez, that man in the middle is a walking god. He’s a hunk!”

The five guys standing in front of us are fucking gorgeous. Every one of them is absolutely shredded, from their corded forearms crossed at their chests to their abs stretching the front of their black t-shirts. I thought that Davis was built, but these guys are ripped. Not only that, but every one of them is tattooed and heart-stoppingly handsome. Most wolf shifters are attractive, but these guys look like goddamn movie stars. Get it together, Fallon.

If all the guys here look like supermodels, finding my new mates isn’t going to be a hardship. They both are close to my age, one guy black, the other Middle Eastern. The black guy has skin so dark that it’s nearly ebony. His eyes are a unique amber shade and he has dreads that hang down to his waist, along with a closely cropped and thin goatee. His body resembles a swimmer’s, all lean muscle, mostly in the shoulders, chest, and thighs. The Middle Eastern guy is just as hot, with thick black hair shaved close to his head on the side and long on the top. It’s just that perfect amount of mussed that makes you just want to run your fingers through it. He has thick eyebrows set over his d

“Why don’t you shout it?” My eyes drifted back to the man who’d caught my attention. He was gorgeous. He put Brad Pitt, Ryan Reynolds, and every other hot celebrity out there to shame. He was the total package. Tall, dark, and handsome had to have been created just for him. I couldn’t stop looking at him. He was talking with another man, also handsome, but not his kind of handsome.

Which I have to admit it’s pretty difficult not to, because they are so divine. “You ladies want any company?” I look up and see a very good-looking man standing by my side. He has dark blonde hair and I think brown eyes, kind of difficult to say in this dim light. By his side is a dark-haired guy. Both look like they play some kind of sports by their build, tall, muscular. Their hair is immaculate, and their smiles are broad with perfect teeth. “We’re good thanks.” I say. “You sure? Only my friend and I would love to spend some time with you. If you don’t mind.” I guess they are polite. But I really don’t want any company right now and I sure hope they’re not going to be insistent.

Dustin proudly said. "Are you?" I asked with a mocking look to tease him. They are good-looking. I couldn't deny it. They are both tall, more or less six feet. Dustin is the definition of a boy next door, and Bryan is the bad boy. Girls are usually attracted to these guys, bad boys, and good boys. "Why are you giving me that look? I'm telling the truth." Dustin defended himself. I chuckled and opened my locker to take the books I needed.

Everything else is done behind closed doors, behind a computer screen or by phone. He's dressed impeccably, his dark hair styled neatly and he fits in very well with all the other attendees yet stands out so much with his broad shoulders, large stature, chiseled face with a light littering of black stubble over his strong jaw, leaking masculinity while also looking like a fine gentleman, he is almost too good looking in a sea of normal men. Even the men can’t help but take a second look and their partners are taking every excuse to glance a third or fourth time. It is nothing seedy, just pure appreciation of beauty.