Hottest Guy Names Novels & Stories

the guy groans as he empties his balls inside me. So it continues. He fucked the ladies in every position imaginable; missionary, cowgirl, doggystyle, and various positions he don’t even know the name of. While Susan just sit down and watch. All of the ladies holes are used. Sometimes, the girls get impatient and can’t wait for their turn. Then he end up with two, or even three pussy at once. The entire time, girls are commenting on how hot he is and how much they want him. He roughly grope a lady tits, her ass, and whatever exposed flesh they can reach. One guy even gives her a nice titty fuck while she stare up at him with her innocent eyes.

But even those friends couldn't—or wouldn't—give her any information about him. She knew his name. Gabriel Peralta. That was it—if that was even his real name. She also knew he was six foot four of lean hard muscle with thick silken black hair she loved to run her fingers through, a hawk nose and eyes like onyx. Hands that could make a woman's body writhe in pleasure and a magnificent cock that stretched her to capacity and made her explode with its friction. And scars whose origin he refused to discuss.

He goes so hard that I keep wondering if others couldn't hear us. “Jason hits so hard“. I can't help but compare him to Richard, because both friends are very good at handling a woman's body. “I guess Richard will have more to offer when he's not intoxicated.” Jason is clinging to me tightly, while he falls asleep, as soon as he climaxes. “Though I call him disgusting, he's super strong in handling a woman's body”. Jason and I are up from bed, when he receives a text from Richard, “I guess the sound of his phone pulls me out of my sleep”.

“And you know this dating thing, most people are not looking for a serious relationship, right?” “I know, and I’m not looking for a relationship either.” “You are a big girl, Are, but make sure if you’ll go out on a date he’s hotter than your jerk ex. So, who is this guy?” “Um, his username is hotsome,” I answered reluctantly, grinning.

Jack Steels is a man who loves himself more than anything else in the world. He is handsome, wealthy, and intelligent. To him, the only thing that he lacks would be a child. An heir. It's no news that Jack Steels dislikes his wife Amelia very much. So much that everyone who saw them together felt the contempt he has for his wife. Therefore he didn't need reasons to make life miserable for her, criticising everything she did and finding faults with her in every way possible.

"Who's the hottie? Come on…don't be naughty…" "That…didn't need to rhyme." I shook my head, feeling a blush on my cheeks as I remembered who Dani was talking about. "That 'hottie' is a guy I met on my first day at the senior's welcome party. His name is Del Garnier and he's an Economics major." "Wait…Garnier?" Dani sounded suspicious. "You're not making that up, are you?" "No," I laughed. "I thought it was the hair care brand as well when he first told me, but apparently, it's a common French surname as well."

She began fanning herself with her hand. I rolled my eyes." Hot? Do you even know who I'm talking about ? " She smacked her lips. " Who doesn't know the Kent brothers, they are all over the internet. Although I'd prefer his older brother if he wasn't such a jerk, he's much taller, good-looking and well-built. What was his name again?" I shook my head. " His name is Zayden. And need I remind you, you have a boyfriend that you are madly in love with !"

Her words were laced with a hunger that went beyond mere curiosity. Nathan's smile deepened, his eyes glinting with amusement. “No need for that, I already know your name,” he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine. “And it's Hottest.” The girl's body seemed to melt into his, her desire for him palpable. Nathan knew he had her right where he wanted her – teetering on the edge of passion, craving more intimacy. And he was more than happy to oblige, but only on his terms, and in his own sweet time.

The tension in his jaw, the raw desire darkening his gaze. — Kassian… I breathe his name again, an incantation, a curse. Kassian My name on her lips, in that broken breath, finishes consuming me. I rise, once again towering over her silhouette. My hands settle on her hips, the soft, warm skin under my palms. I draw her to me, pressing my face against her flat stomach. I breathe in her scent, musky, feminine, bewitching. I place a kiss in the hollow beneath her navel. She flinches, her fingers sinking into my hair, not to push me away, but to cling.

"Listen. I don't have written references I can give you and I'd rather not go into my personal history. But I'm honest, never been arrested, don't have an ex-wife chasing me, and I'm a damn good mechanic. If you give me a chance, I think you'll be happy you did." The man sat there, stone-faced, and stared at him for a long time. "What's your name?" "Josh..." He caught himself. He couldn't be Josh Nelson here. These people were very likely NASCAR fans, and his name would be a red light. But his face wasn't an icon, and Josh was a common enough name. At least, this way, if people asked for him he wouldn't be caught short. "Josh Everett." "Okay, Josh Everett. Let's go out in the garage and you