Henry Cavill Sexy Novels & Stories

I said, instantly getting nervous. He got up and started unbuttoning his joggers, causing them to fall to the floor and him to be left only in slips, which not long after he pulled down as well. He had an erection; he wasn't completely hard, but I think the situation, in combination with the alcohol and weed, had him horny. His dick wasn't the most gigantic I've ever seen, but it was big, that perfect size to lodge it in any of your holes and enjoy it greatly. He was completely shaved, and that's something I liked. I couldn't take my eyes off his crotch. He had big balls that hung down and aesthetically adorned his sex appeal. Henry took a seat on the couch again, putting one leg over my lap

The screen lit up with the paused video: the bottom arched, face contorted in bliss, cock untouched and dripping onto the sheets. Professor Henry watched the frame for a long moment. Then swiped. Scrolled. Found our hidden folder—dozens of thumbnails, all men, all submissive, all beautifully wrecked. He exhaled through his nose. Not disgusted. Curious. “You like this,” he said. Not a question. We nodded. He looked at me first. “Why?” I licked dry lips. “Because… it’s beautiful. Seeing someone strong give up control. Letting themselves be taken. Fucked until they can’t think. Until they’re just… feeling.”

He sunk back in his chair a moment later as Mark returned to his bed and flicked the light off. "You fucking pussy." Henry took a couple of minutes to burn off the footage onto a DVD and put it in the cabinet alongside all the other secret footage of celebrities, other guests and staff on the Island engaged in sexual antics, then headed for the exit. "I must remember my sandwich," He said aloud, feeling rather pleased with the evenings turn of events. Not only did he have the conversation between Mark and Maddy about them having sex a few years back, along with Mark's conversation with Myra about her lap-dancing for him, but now he had Myra fucking Mark on video.

“Oh? Stop It? Otherwise?” “Ok leave it!” “No tell me. Otherwise what?” “Abi!” “I am not scared of you, Henry Cavil. Just let me know what would you do?” Clearing his throat he leaned towards her, his blue eyes were sparkling, “Otherwise, I might kiss you.” Abigail tried to glare, “You would do what?” “I won’t repeat my words … I would rather show you.” He sang rolling his eyes at the ceiling. “No, you won’t.” a helpless laughter escaped her lips.

Actually, he has muscles everywhere I look. "Hi," I say my voice cracking like a pubescent kid. He smiles and walks in my direction putting us closer and closer so I want to reach out and touch him. Make sure those arm muscles are real. I've mentioned I have a thing for arm muscles. Right? Hmm, it's possible that's why Officer Allen did it for me. Or my libido is out of control after the recent breakup. Not that Henry and I were having tons of sex before we split. Vincent has wonderful arm muscles from the way his shirt material stretches. Now is not the time, Mackenzie.

She came back up a few seconds later. "Oh My God! Come on in Henry! It feels so gooood." She drawled. He was about to say no, in fact he was going to say no but decided against it. One dip wouldn't hurt. "Okay." In one swift motion he took off his beach shirt and Claire's mouth went dry as she watched him. He was ripped! How didn't she ever notice that part of him? His body was something straight out of a GQ Men's magazine. Henry cleared his throat as he caught her staring and Claire's cheeks reddened.

"You've already gone into heat. I knew you would be a perfect hucow." He stood up and unbuckled his belt. He let his cock free - it was massive, glistening in the moonlight. "Now get on your knees for me, cow," he commanded. I obediently obliged, kneeling down on the hay with my ass in the air, presenting my wet pussy to be fucked. Henry chuckled darkly, running his hands over my ass, squeezing the cheeks firmly. "Nice and round," he purred, bending over to spread my legs apart. "Perfect for breeding."

Henry chuckles, licking his lips. “Bastard?” Celine steps back, she thought he was her father. He tilts his head back and yells “I’ve been waiting for this special day. Now, I have the chance to start afresh” “Why do you call that innocent girl a bastard?” Her strange pale eyes darted at him. He chuckles “I don't think the child could be mine. I remembered she use to be a whore.” Henry whispers sending some burns to her soul. Celine's unrelenting stare blinks, her fist balled ready to punch his face. She finds it hard to cool her bitter anger. Henry noticed a smile forcing to spread on her face. He squints his brows, waiting for her to erupt.

Henry has a smile on his face when he sees Kelanar’s cheeks turn red. When she spies Henry next, he is wearing a black leather vest, shirt, and slacks. He lays eyes on her and gives her a once over. “Not the boy tonight, I see,” says Henry. “No, not tonight. I must show that women can be warriors and beautiful. Besides, I didn’t want to go in my training clothes. I see you can clean up nice yourself.” “I guess I’ll have to treat you as a lady.” Henry laughs. “Before we go, let’s go to the shed.”

As he hand explored every inch of Henry's body, Xavier made sure his hands knew exactly how to make Henry lose himself in pleasure, fulfilling his promise to make him feel every part of him. Henry's breath hitched as Xavier began to trail kisses down his neck, sending shivers down his spine. He pinched his nippeled gently, causing Henry to arch his back in pleasure. "What are you doing to me?" Henry moaned, his voice filled with desire and anticipation. With a devilish grin, Xavier whispered, "Just wait and see." Xavier slowly trailed his fingers down Henry's chest, making him gasp with anticipation as his lips sucked on his now pebbled nipples. Henry's body trembled with desire as Xavier co