Mark Thomas Nudes Novels & Stories

I picked up the files we had on Thomas Mills, looking to see if there was anything we missed, on where he could be or what he even looked like. Thomas Mills, a Vampire that was a wanted Black Marketer of Supernatural, Human, Drug, and Animal Trafficking. Only reason we had his name was because he always branded what he considered his property. We were able to rescue some Supernatural's, Humans, and Animals and stop some drug distributions but it cost lives on both sides.

The girl immediately gathers them while looking openly at him. Thomas being raised not to be ashamed of nudity stood still watching her taking in his profile. He knows he was physically strong. He feels her warm eyes enjoying the breach of his shoulders, caressing his chest covered in black chest hair. When her eyes finally rest on his penis both watch him rising in length and thickness.

He intentionally left his back untouched so he could do this. Thomas makes 25 burn lines, similar to the whip marks on Melina’s back. By the time he’s done, it’s a miracle James is still breathing. “So fucking beautiful,” Thomas beams, admiring his handy work. “I have to say, James, you’re one tough guy. A lot of guys would be dead by now,” Thomas says, and James groans in response. He must be in excruciating pain right now. Good, the best part is almost here, Thomas thought.

He closed his eyes, the image of her perky hard nipples appeared and he opened his eyes immediately. Noah runs his fingers through his hair in frustration. He shouldn't have helped her in the first place, now he is left with a raging bulge and images of her beautiful body imprinted on his mind. Slowly, his hand moved to his hard-on and his eyes shut closed. *** “What are you doing?” Thomas stood at the door in shock as he stared at the naked woman on the couch, the young boy behind her, his eyes swept to her robe lying on the ground and back to her perplexed face. The young man flinched but didn't stop thrusting.

"Now sit on the couch, legs spread." I obeyed, sinking onto the leather, spreading my thighs wide. Cool air hit my wet folds, making me shiver. Mark stared, hands clenched on his knees. "Mark," Doctor Harlan said, "stand up and remove your clothes." Mark hesitated longer this time, but the threat hung in the air. He stood and stripped, shirt first, revealing a toned chest dusted with hair, then jeans and boxers. His cock sprang free, already half-hard, thick and heavy.

Nicolas said with a shrug. “Do you think she knew they were mates?” Thomas asked. “It’s doubtful.” I grumbled, waving my hand at them implying they need to get back at it. Thomas still walking around with a piece of jerky hanging out of his mouth. I swear he’s eaten half his body weight by now. Was taking small vials off one of the book cases and smelling each one, then reading the label. His hand bumped a small glass vial with a glass cork holding in its contents. As the black tar like substance oozed out of the jar, Thomas threw up every bit of food he had eaten that day all over the pile of discarded books.

Then Thomas reappears in the doorway barefoot and gloriously naked, and I forget how to breathe entirely. His cock is huge, and thick, and perfect. All I want this second is to have him in my mouth, in my pussy, in my body, to be filled and plugged and fucked by that amazing cock, and I know that my whole being would melt around him, welcome him, take him. He’s not even fully erect, and he’s still the biggest man that I’ve ever seen – and I long to have him inside me. Thomas walks toward me unhurriedly, every movement controlled despite the unmistakable hunger burning beneath it. When he finally stops in front of me again, he reaches down and tilts my chin upward gently.

Thomas says darkly, his eyes fixed on Anders as he gets closer, his expression cold and completely closed off. I would be shaking in my boots if Thomas gave me that look – but Anders doesn’t even flinch or pause in his strides. He’s just as intently focused on Thomas. “I know she is. Doesn’t change the fact that you and she are unmated and unmarked – and she’s practically naked right now. I can’t be rational about it when you are always running from me.” Anders disconnects the phone call and moves closer to Thomas, who seems frozen now. “I’m not running from anything.” Thomas returns, annoyed. I stay close – watching Thomas carefully for signs that he might need my support. This is between t

He looks into my eyes and I swear he is looking for something there. “I know about you and Rhett,” Thomas says. “If it were not obvious from how you interact with one another, or the noises from Rhett’s room last week, the detailed painting of your naked body Rhett painted yesterday and then masturbated to would definitely clue me in. There is no way he would know your body that well if he hadn’t seen it.” My eyes go wide and I swallow then say, “please tell me you did not give Rhett a hard time.”

Naked, Thomas was lifted up against the wall, held by his arms, a big man on each side, while the man who had eaten the cake, now stuck his hard cock out, put on the condom, and prepared to eat another type of "cake" Thomas screams, but a strip of Thomas' clothes is stuffed into his mouth, very quickly, making the noise he releases from his mouth be reduced to a muffled grunt. Without worrying about the pain Thomas will feel, the man presses his cock against Thomas' ass, and violently forces an entrance, making tears run down Thomas' face as he screams muffledly in pain. The man brings his mouth close to Thomas's ear and says: