Luke Macfarlane Nude Novels & Stories

I hung up the phone and forced myself to calm down, my fingers trembling as I slid the mouse across the pad. Aside from the wallpaper, the desktop was almost too clean, with just a single folder named "My Treasure" saved. Zane Lockhart had once made me a folder like that, too. It was filled with photos of us growing up together. My heart hammered against my ribs as an absurd thought exploded in my head. Was he having an affair? The thought barely lasted a second in my mind before I crushed it. I knew that even if every other man in the world cheated, Zane would be the only exception.

"Camelia, you can't take a drunk man words seriously." I turned over to the other side of the couch and closed my eyes, letting sleep take over. **** "I still can't believe my dad tore the certificate," a voice said. The sound woke me from my sleep. I sat up, brushing aside the messy hair that sprawled over my face, and turned to look toward the sound. My eyes widened as the remaining sleep cleared from my mind. Luke was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. He was shirtless, wearing only grey sweatpants that sat low on his hips, showing the sharp curve of his waist.

"We figured you might like to see. Love, Kelly and Duncan." Attaching the photos, he fired it off and smiled at her. She dove at him as he slid the laptop onto the coffee table. The next day, Marie immediately came by her desk to gush over how much she liked the pictures. "I'm surprised that you put a nude one in there too!" she said. "Ed definitely enjoyed that one." Kelly blushed. "I was afraid that you'd show him." Marie rolled her eyes. "Sweetie, you've been nearly topless in front of him. It wasn't that big of a deal."

My fingers shook as I clicked the most recent one. A video popped up. There he was. Marcus Kane. My mom’s new husband. My stepdad. Forty-three years old, built like he lifted weights for a living, with that sharp jaw and dark eyes that always made me look away too fast. But in the video, he wasn’t wearing the expensive shirts and watches he wore around the house. He was naked, cock thick and hard in his fist, stroking slow while a woman moaned on her knees in front of him.

She wanted to pump information out of me. “I can hear you” Kate said. “You didn't. Except for your pole dancing stunt and…….” “I pole danced?!” She interrupted, mortified. “And flirted too” “With who?” “Beta Michael” “What!” She screeched so loud in my head that I flinched. We arrived at the lake. I lapped at the water, thirsty from the run. The moon cast an ethereal glow on the lake. Nora's green eyes stared back at me, engulfed in light cream fur.

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.