Luke Macfarlane Nude Novels & Stories

I'm sure he can feel my reluctance, fear, and anxiety running through him as well. "I have found my mate, your Luna. This is Lila." Luke looks down at me with a softness in his expression, and my insides tremble with anxiety, still not sure if I am fully aware of everything that is happening. Luke is gorgeous, though, as I can't help but take him in at that moment. He has a squared jaw, broad shoulders, a golden tan, and a five o'clock shadow; he is muscular but not in that way that says he spends all his time at the gym taking too many supplements, but he is muscular, which is natural. He exudes male confidence. A light breeze tousles his blonde hair. Suddenly, I'm torn away from my blatant

“Just a second, my lady.” Luke's hands move with purpose, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants and boxers in one swift motion. I watch, my heart racing, as his naked body comes into view. He's hard and ready. My eyes linger on it for a moment before moving back up to his face, where I see a hungry look that matches the one in my own eyes.

What was Natalie doing out here with this guy? “Don’t even think about it, Dude, we have you on every side.” That was Jack. I crept closer, peering through the trees, trying desperately to see without being seen. Then suddenly I could see Natalie, standing side-on to me, most of her obscured from sight by the underbrush and smaller trees. She was looking at something to my right. But several feet beyond her the dull moonlight shimmered on Mack’s dark hair. And bafflingly, Mack was naked.

"I... I thought it was Luca," I whispered, my voice barely audible. I didn’t cover myself. I didn’t close my legs. I stayed exactly where I was, completely naked on the couch, legs spread wide, my soaked pussy on full display for my husband’s father. Marco stepped deeper into the living room, his powerful frame filling the space like a storm cloud. His hands clenched tightly at his sides, the veins on his forearms standing out. His dark eyes raked over my body slowly, hungrily, lingering on my hard nipples and the wetness glistening between my thighs.

Jake chuckled, and then moved his body closer to her, while pulling her towards himself so that he was back hugging her. "I wasn't even the one who loaded the pictures, that's all Micheal," he said, in between his chuckles. "Whatever," Maddie mumbled, too jealous to care. "I am serious. I haven't looked at any of the nudes on my phone. I am only interested in the nakedness of one woman and I know one of these days my eyes would get to feast on her perfect nudity while I have her." Jake deliberately leaned so closely to the space between her neck and ear, his hot breath fanning her as he spoke so shamelessly.

Darian MacGregor, that name aroused curiosity in me, and I took my cell phone, looking on G****e for an image or something about this famous character and what was my surprise, when the first image I saw was one where he was almost naked. "O M G, I thought Saoirse was exaggerating but woowwww, this man is a true Greek god, in every picture he looks gorgeous, he never wears a shirt, for God's sake! No Fiorella, it's a business date and nothing more, but just seeing him I couldn't help but feel a little hot, 5 years without feeling the caresses of a man and seeing this well-defined specimen, but no if I learned anything in my family is that business and pleasure don't mix, I just hope I don't

Alexandre's face is pale, his features frozen in an expression that belongs only to those who have given so much that they seem to fade away. Lucas is kneeling on the lawn, his hand pressed against his side, an arm that refuses to stay clean. He spits blood that stains the grass, bright red against the nighttime pallor. His eyes, when caught, are wild with pain and determination. He tries to rise, stumbles, falls back down. It seems he is holding something back—consciousness, rage, flight—knowing he won’t last long.