Hayes Grier Nude Novels & Stories

“And yes, there it is.” I rushed to the door at the end and pushed it open. Relief flooded me. I stepped inside without looking around properly and headed straight for the smaller door I assumed led to the toilet. I stopped dead. Ryan Hayes stood under the shower, completely naked. Water streamed down his broad back and over his athletic legs. His dark hair was slicked back. He faced the wall, one hand running through his hair. My breath caught. Heat rushed through my body. He looked powerful. Breathtaking. For a moment I could not move.

-It will pass. "What are you doing here?" We turned to the door after the interruption of a deep and manly voice. Hayes was there, wearing gray sleep pants and a sleeveless sweatshirt that revealed his muscular arms with tattoos, which he didn't know he had. They were strange hieroglyphics, and pictures like lions, claws, and spots. I closed the laptop and removed the USB to put it in my short quickly. Not at all suspicious. — Nothing, I'll go to sleep — I got up suddenly, completely forgetting my injuries. I gasped at the tug from the bandage around my thighs and fell back into the chair. Holy shit.

Zylon chuckled. Hayes pulled me in the middle of the bed. I finally opened my eyes to look at them. They stood at the foot of the bed… Naked. Their eyes were still black and were wild with lust. I looked at their rippling muscles and biceps, and I drooled. These men were the epitome of hotness. Hayes's build was a little larger than his brother's. Their bodies were perfect. Hayes had a few scars, but they made him even more attractive!

I heard the rustling sounds of clothes being taken off, then Hayden said still with the same lazy tone, “Aren't you guys suppose to crawl?” I really wished I could see their expressions when they crawled and felt humiliated. After a few minutes, everything fell silent. Hayden let go of my eyes and gave me his phone. I looked at his phone screen to see a picture of the he-wolves naked on all four, taken at an angle that didn't show any of their dicks. “There’s a video too if you want to watch,” he said as I returned his phone to him. My eyes lit up and I quickly opened his video folder to watch the five he-wolves crawling toward the exit of the training center.

Greer turns around to look at the man who has spoken. He is nice looking, with short blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. He is heavily muscled, tall, and broad. The man looks to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He is smiling at her, so she feels rude for not responding, so she says rather awkwardly “Oh, um, thank you." “I'm Hayes, by the way.” “Nice to meet you, Hayes.” She sees Hunter and Liam coming toward her, so she says to him, “Excuse me.”

Nolan helped her remove her belt, and five seconds later, Hasley’s jeans were a crumpled heap on the floor. Nolan stared at the babysitter who was now wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of black panties. He felt himself grow rock hard. With a groan, he took off his shirt and did away with his slacks and underwear. In a matter of seconds, he stood in front of Hasley wearing nothing at all. Hasley’s eyes widened when she saw Nolan’s cock. “You’re so big,” she whispered in awe. She reached out and touched Nolan’s dick, to which Nolan replied with a sharp intake of breath.

She's sending me a rambling, half-tearful, half-giggly update about how she blocked Marcus on everything and then immediately panic-bought three new plants she doesn't know how to keep alive. Hayden steps out naked, still dripping from the shower. Water trails down his chest, catching in the valleys between his abs, sliding over the brutal purple-yellow map of bruises that covers his left side. The worst of them—right over his ribs—are swollen and angry-looking, but the rest of him is... obscene. Broad shoulders, a tapered waist, thick thighs, and that heavy, half-hard length swinging between his legs like it has its own gravity. Even battered and limping slightly, he's unfairly beautiful.

I think it’s the same case for her. “It depends. Do you want to?” Slapping my chest, Gracie replies, “That’s not an answer.” My breath lodges in my throat when she disengages from me long enough to pull off her panties. My dick hardens even more. “Benny.” I lift my eyes to her pretty face. Taking off her panties must have gotten rid of her shyness. “I’m wet.” Cum trickles out of my dick, just enough to show we approve her words. Her pubis is hairless except for a thin strip of brown hair covering her slits. I have never seen her completely naked. I love this.

His hands roamed all over my body as mine did too. I had this whole scene etched into my mind, but instead of the script, that damned couch filled my mind, his fingers buried deep inside of me. Hayes pulled back and trailed kisses down my throat, at this point only I was going to be in the frame to show the image that he was going down on me. I focused on channeling Madison's desire, allowing myself to get the perfect expression and for that, I needed to picture my husband. The next scene called for Hayes to undress me. I wore nipple pasties and underwear that matched my skin underneath, to give the illusion of nakedness.

He looked down at the paper again, then his gaze slowly drifted down to Lydia’s waist. With a sudden, deliberate spark of recognition in his eyes, Hayes wiggled out of Adrian’s large arms. He dropped down onto his hands and knees on the sofa, crawling across the linen fabric until he was positioned directly in front of Lydia’s lap. He stared intently at her stomach, which was still perfectly flat and smooth beneath the cream-colored silk robe.