Luke Macfarlane Nude Novels & Stories

He should have guessed the doc was nearly married the first time he saw it. Too fucking perfect. No wonder Nathan was clawing to hold on to him. Aiden: I don’t have any nudes. Lukas: Then take one. Sit with your legs spread, hold your cock up for me to see. Lean back and take the pic with your phone between your thighs, angled up. For a moment there was nothing. Lukas almost laughed, ready to call him a coward. Then the three little dots appeared and a picture followed, attached to a single message:

But what occurred with her boss earlier? Luke firmly crushed a kiss on Mallory's lips while he was on top of her, not letting go of her mouth until he was certain her body was heating up. Mallory exclaimed even louder when Luke removed the blanket that had been covering their bodies, revealing their naked bodies to both of them. This morning was different, even brighter, but she tried to cover her body out of shame.

“Making the act convincing? I see a lot of kissing shots. hat doesn’t seem like 'just for show.'“ “Those were just camera angles! We weren’t actually kissing. It’s like a mage’s illusion—you know how that works, right?” "But I also see a photo where you two are half-naked. You're covering her chest with your arm. That doesn’t look like a camera angle…" Luke’s voice grew angrier. "Half-naked? That’s called art! What kind of filthy thoughts are in your mind? The photographer was there the whole time. What do you think could've happened?" He hung up on me. For the first time, I realized just how shameless the man I had loved for so many years could be.

I bounced once before he was on top of me, tearing what was left of my crop top and skirt off my body with rough hands until I was completely naked. Luca stood at the foot of the bed and slowly undressed, revealing his powerful, tattooed body inch by inch. Broad shoulders, defined abs, and that massive cock — still glistening with our combined juices — stood proud and heavy between his muscular thighs. “On your knees,” he commanded, voice low and rough. “I want to see how well you can worship your new owner.” I crawled toward him on all fours, heart racing. When I reached the edge of the bed, I looked up at him through my lashes. His gray eyes were dark with lust as he gripped the base of hi

Amira asked. “You will know soon, Amira. Right now, we are not in a position to speak,” said Luke. Amira glanced at Cael and nodded. Amira looked at Axen, whose face was flushed with embarrassment. ----- Meanwhile, Luther stood opposite the glass window in his condo. He was naked on the top as he watched his reflection in the glass window with the wound on his back. He tightened his grip on the glass and after a while; it shattered in his hand and disappeared like smoke.

It can make the bottom crazy and want for more—even their body cannot. Luke takes off his condom and masturbates it to make him sure that he doesn't want anymore. The white juice of him erupted onto his back, but he didn't even hear a thing from his baby while bending against him. Luke checks him and the pretty boy fell asleep from the soft sheet. He chuckled when seeing his parted lips gasping for the lost oxygen. Luke cleaned him up and then hugged him naked under the soft and thick blanket.

I decided o just to leave because this man does not exactly like me at all and I was so not in he mood to be glared at but all of a sudden, Luca opened his eyes and our gazes clicked. He began to rise from the water and I found myself being mesmerized by this action that seemed like it had been placed on slow motion, I was also enthralled by how silver his eyes were, signaling his wolf was just somewhere beneath his skin, but then my eyes left his face to wander to his body and I gasped in outrage as I realized that this man was completely naked. “Oh, for Pete’s sakes, what is it with the men of the Ferrari pack and being stark naked!” I mumbled to myself as I marched back to my room angrily

Absolutely priceless. This man. This ridiculous, stubborn, maddeningly complex man. A man who used to work as an escort. A man who once slept with a complete stranger in a hotel room ten years ago without blinking. A man who had no issue turning himself into a living fantasy for someone else’s pleasure back then. And now? Now, he can’t even consider the idea of sketching her in the nude, like Jack did with Rose in Titanic? It was hilarious. Absurd, really.

He reaches down and shoves his sweatpants entirely off, kicking them away. Fuck. The realization hits me. He is naked. Almighty Christian de Luca is naked in front of me. My breath catches in my throat, my eyes locking onto him with a jolt of pure shock and hunger. He is massive. Jeez. He’s unbelievably thick and rigid, standing fully upright between my thighs with zero tattoos on his smooth, bronzed skin. Sexy, hot and dangerous, devilishly handsome for one woman to own. The thick head of his cock is already dark, weeping a bead of pre-cum that glistens in the bedroom light.

When I turn back to look at him, my jaw falls at what I see. He’s stripping. I pull away from the dog and tilt my head to the side, utterly frozen. His fingers move quickly as he unbuttons his shirt, kicks off his shoes and … ohh. Ohhhh. “Didn’t have time for underwear this morning,” he says, as my mouth hangs wide open, gaping at him. He’s not as muscular as Tate but who is… that male is a mountain. But Luke is still defined, all the way down to his…