Kendrick Johnson Body Novels & Stories

he tosses out. "My boss can't afford to lose me." Johnny Ford knows I'm his bread and butter and I draw beginners and BDSM legends to his slimy-assed club. At five foot six and a hundred and forty pounds, I'm not small. It took years to turn my extra pounds into muscle. Those muscles can wield a whip to perfection. I have come to terms with my large framed body. Damn, Damian Collins makes me wish I were five two and built like Angela. Argh, the man is a devil as his name suggests. He needs to leave.

John kissed me intensely, exploring my mouth, his hands running all over my body, his kiss was possessive and urgent, and I gasped at the weight of his body on mine, my hands stroking his hair. He stood up a little and removed the jacket he was wearing, then his shirt, then I admired him, under the candlelight of that room, his defined chest, the hard lines of muscle in his belly, there wasn't an ounce of fat on him, he was all muscle, his shoulders broad and strong.

He had to tip-toe to even barely get it over my head. Kendrick is not a short man. He is well over 5’11 ft. It is me who is excruciatingly tall – standing high at 6’8 ft. People gawk at me when they walk past me. They must think that I am some sort of bodybuilder with my jacked-up body and tall height. When I correct them, they believe I am just a gym junkie. I don’t even go to the gym! That’s just who I am. I am an imposter. If any of these people knew who I really am, they would know about me. They will run away from me. No one will ever want to come near me, and that’s exactly why I hide my true self.

He winked at her after saying these words. Kendra felt so speechless. Lucky? It was lucky to see his naked body? She didn’t want to at all! “You seem not to agree with my words.” Lendon stared at Kendra, who’s now indulged with her own thoughts. “No, no.” Hearing Lendon’s voice, she quickly answered, “It is my honor to see your body.” “Fine,” Lendon said arrogantly. How much did Lendon want his body to be seen? Was he insane? Kendra wondered.

His upper body was still bare. “It's either this or you get the towel,” Jayden deadpanned, and Zendaya hissed under her breath. Looking at his torso was distracting, as the man looked like a Greek god, and the fact that he was dropping didn't help matters. How much did he work out to achieve such a body? She wondered as she subconsciously tilted her head. “Should I turn to the back so you'll get a better view?” She heard Jayden ask her, and this brought her back to her senses. Her cheeks immediately turned pink with embarrassment.

Queen Zita's POV. "Hey Miss, where did you come from?" John Wood interrupted my very sinful thoughts about him. He looked to be over six foot tall, with beautiful enticing brown eyes, and a well-sculpted body. He had a smooth spade-shaped beard with a manful gritty stubble. He had shoulder lengthed soft curled dark hair. If you were to see this man, you would understand the fuss I made about him. I sighed softly, lost in my marveled thoughts about this handsome Greek God in the human body.

I saw her swallow her saliva as if she was excited but at the same time, she was also nervous. "You want me to suck your dick?" Kissa asked and a smile gets even wider on Johnny's lips and then he nodded softly in response. Johnny leaned against the railings and motioned to Kissa to start worshipping his body. "I want you to worship my body, babe. I want your saliva all over my body." Johnny commanded with a sly smile on his lips. I couldn't help but stare at Johnny's muscular body. I don't want to admit it but I also don't wanna lie, Johnny is so handsome that he can be a high-fashion, editorial, or commercial model, selling a handsome face like Johnny is just an easy peasy thing to do. I t

He would simply have to lay in bed, unable to move, and he would not even be capable of taking care of himself then… At this time, Isaac’s men stepped forward as he approached Johnny and the other bodyguards. The first man that they started with was none other than Johnny. One of the men instructed the other men, “Hold onto his leg for me!” A few men stepped forward immediately before pressing Johnny’s legs to the ground. Immediately afterward, the man took out a brass knuckle that was made out of pure steel before he put it on his hand. After that, he aimed it directly at Johnny’s right kneecap before he slammed his hand right into Johnny’s knee. Johnny’s right knee shattered immediately.

In fact, I’m willing to admit that it’s my own son’s fault that he’s in his current situation… It’s his own fault…’ The next day, a conclusive result about the matter was drawn up in the afternoon. Kendrick’s injuries were so severe that his spine had been affected. Although he was not in critical condition after emergency treatment, he would remain a cripple and would have to be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

It was like I was seeing a replica of Kene or a Carbon copy of Kene, and that's when we are talking about the facial look. Now I know why they call him The Rock he has the exact body shape as the popular American actor and wrestler Dwayne Johnson aka The Rock. "See as she fine, Kene and na you go chop all this one, very ripe " Kene's dad said as he kept assessing my looks. "Good Afternoon Sir" I said going down on my both knees. "Good Afternoon our Wife " His dad replied, pulling me up with both hands. "You people are late" he faced us scratching his head.