Luke Macfarlane Nude Novels & Stories

Moments later, Malik grunted and pumped a huge load into her bowels. Colin focused the camera on her face, capturing rivers of cum oozing down her cheeks and dripping from her nose and chin. Maddy lifted off Malik's huge cock and stood. Cum oozed out of her asshole and streamed down her legs. Colin got behind her and captured it all on video. She felt like such a whore. "Not bad," Malik said. "We show this to Luke. Give me your number. You get a text if he be interested."

“Yeah. I kickbox.” Now Selena was the one looking Luke up and down, frankly, and with a hint of appreciation. Yeah, she could totally see him in loose black sweatpants and nothing else, spinning and kicking a punching bag, sweat glistening on his massive shoulders and broad chest. No way a man got a body like Luke’s without working for it… and the man clearly worked. His arms alone were staggeringly impressive.

"You're sick, Rusty. If you publish that, you'll ruin yourself too. Karla was right, you're an idiot. You can't burn me without burning yourself. Do you think your father will be proud to see his son fucking another man?" I clicked my tongue, shaking my head as my gaze swept over his face. "Oh, Luke... always so naive," I chuckled. "Who said I'm in the videos? I took care to edit every second. In the recordings, only you are seen, fucking a man whose face isn't recognized. How do you think that will look? You look like a cheap whore charging for services under the roof of a cheap hotel." Luke's eyes went wide. The terror I saw in Luke was more exciting than any drug, giving me back the sense

When she got back up on the deck, she spotted Luke right where she thought he would be, behind the helm, but this time, he was wearing only shorts, while his torso was naked. At this moment, Sarah could swear her jaw dropped to the floor from the sight in front of her. Luke was… he had… the most exquisitely shaped body she had ever chance to see. Not that she has seen many in-person… but every tight muscle in his body was tensed under that perfectly sun-tanned skin; every move he made only intensified the beauty of it. He was graceful, and pure strength seeped out of his every pore. Even from a distance, he made Sarah want to do nothing less but jump his bones right then and there. They were

I whimpered at the knots of pain and need that formed in my stomach. A light knock comes from the door, breaking us out of our thoughts. Rushing over swinging the door open,stood Luca. He had a bottle of water and some protein bars in his hand. He stood there shirtless with only a pair of sweatpants on. Sweat was dripping down his chest and face from training,he never looked so good before. Standing there naked in front of him, he pushes us back into the room closing the door behind him. A purr left me from his slight touch making him move closer. “ I have to leave if you don’t want me to help Alice. If I stay I won't be able to control myself.” he voice was deeper than usual

He can't decide on his own. Damien took the photo and his blood start boiling, his blue veins popped up from his muscles. In photo, Peter and Celestine were hugging and both were smiling brightly. "I see, you have got guts to make a male friend. Only I have the right to touch you and see you smile." Damien crumpled the photo in his hand. "Max, I am going to Canada. Make sure no one gets the slightest of hint." Damien instructed and both left from there. Tch! I

he winked "Now lie down without saying anything or I'll regret this and go home. With a smile on my face, I wait for Luke to come down from his legs to do what he has asked for, without complaint. Watching with curious eyes as the child took off his shoes and socks and then take off his pants leaving him in his underwear. A smile settled on his lips when the child began to tremble just at the moment he was going to remove the boxer. "You can remove it without fear, you send "he smiled sideways. Luke looked at him angrily but did not say anything, just nodded taking off the boxer and widening his eyes when he jumped. He swallowed hard and without looking at the major took it between his finge

Luciano Romano, king of broody stares and quiet intensity, is humming while he cooks breakfast. I sit up slowly, clutching the blanket around me like I’ve been dropped into a winter survival scenario. The loft is bright — too bright — with natural light pouring through the massive windows. Luke’s kitchen looks like something out of a magazine, all dark marble and matte black appliances. And right in the middle of it is him. He stands barefoot in grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt, stirring something in a pan. His hair is messy, curls falling onto his forehead. He looks soft. Human. He looks… comfortable.

" He asked and Luke smirked. "Come on. She's our step sister so it's not bad. just think about it. She's a very nice hot blonde. She has a very nice ass. Her breasts just keep on making me go hard anytime I look at her. And the anger she just exposed right now......." he said and gestured to his brief. Marcus followed his direction and his eyes went wide. "Oh wow." He muttered when he noticed the huge mountain revealing itself on Luke's brief. "She made you hard. " He said and Luke chuckled.

CHAPTER 3 “He doesn’t like to be late, young mistress.” Irene said out of breath as she pushed the door open. Luke was already there. With his back to us, he stood before a twenty-foot mural of a massacred village with a towering werewolf standing on a heap of human skulls. His silhouette was still, unflinching and mysterious. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand. He was six-foot-five of devastating charm wrapped in shadow, his jet-black hair tousled like it forgot to behave, carelessly enough to look like a hot mess. His lips too perfect to mean anything true.