Mark Thomas Nudes の小説・ストーリー

Thomas looked at her intently. "Did you drink too much last night and forget everything?" Sharon's confidence wavered. "…Not really." Suddenly, the world spun. She was pressed down onto the soft bed as Thomas leaned over her. His flawless, striking face drew close, danger glinting in his eyes. "So… were you dissatisfied with how I performed last night?" Thomas's physique was nearly perfect—no excess flesh anywhere, his muscles evenly defined, firm and smooth, like those of a top male model. One glance made it obvious that this body wasn't sculpted by casual workouts alone.

“Kieran－” I moaned before I could get the question out. “Strip for us, my little spitfire,” he ordered softly. “Show us that sexy body of yours. Let them see how sexy you look with that plug in your ass and your pussy soaking wet.” His words made me hotter. With some encouragement from my other men, I finally gave in. A few minutes later, I stood naked in the middle of the room, my skin burning as their eyes took me in. “Fucking sexy,” Thomas muttered.

“Do you always show up like that? On cue?” He smirked. “Only for girls who don’t give out their numbers.” The door creaked open again behind us, and this time it wasn’t some drunk dude with weak game—it was the rest of the band. Teddy straightened as they stepped out, nodding toward the tall guy with jet-black hair pulled back in a low bun. “That’s Thomas—drummer, chaos coordinator, walking tattoo gallery.” Thomas gave a lazy salute, both arms on full display—ink from wrist to shoulder, bold lines and dark florals that looked like they might move if he did.

"I need to use the restroom anyway...." The bathroom door wasn't locked. It swung open. Thomas's mother stood in the doorway, her face going from pleasant to shocked to horrified as she took in the scene before her: her dead son's wife bent over the sink, her dead son's brother behind her, clearly mid-sex, both of them naked and frozen.

Charlie stood at the end of the bed. Mark signaled him not to speak at all. Charlie nodded as he looked at Jessica's naked body. Her sweet juices now staining the blanket as it dripped down her slit. Mark removed his coat and unbuttoned his shirt taking it off,showing of his well chiseled abs. Took off his socks and shoes and placed them neatly at the corner. His d*** strained in his pants, leaving him feeling suffocated. He needed to free himself. He looked at Charlie who was still fully clothed. He took of his pants and boxer shorts, releasing his big, long, hard c***. Charlie tried not to look but it was fascinating to see that his boss was above average. He smiled to himself because he k

"Are you serious, Mrs. Marta likes Mr. Thomas?" Ayana laughed. "Oh, you have no idea. Our boss is quite the catch! Just take a look." Ayana pointed at the secretly taken photo of Thomas and Marta. "Mr. Thomas is actually handsome, Liv. He's got a great body, all toned and fit, you know? If he wore a shirt, we'd all want to give him a hug." Olive shivered. "And his face is really manly, right?" added Dela. "If I were single, I'd want a boyfriend like Mr. Thomas."

Here, she wasn't a wife or a CEO; she was just a woman trying to outrun her own thoughts on a treadmill. She was in the middle of a grueling set of weighted lunges, her breath coming in ragged bursts, her hair pulled into a messy knot. She reached for her water bottle, wiping sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. She stood up, catching her breath, and glanced toward the heavy-lifting platform across the room. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. Standing by the squat rack, stripping a heavy plate from the bar, was Thomas. He was even more physically imposing than he had appeared in the photos—his shoulders broader, his athletic frame honed to a lethal edge. The tattoos on his f

Masato commented sarcastically. “Isn’t that why you put me there in the first place?” “Yes. And what have you gotten so far? What incriminating evidence have you found that could lead to his downfall in the elections?” I crossed my arms. “If you must know, aside from being a total libertine and just as arrogant as you, Thomas is actually quite reasonable.” Masato laughed openly, moving away from me and standing up, completely naked. His sculpted, muscular, lean body immediately aroused me, but I kept quiet and didn’t let it show.

“Thomas is coming, by the way.” Lisette's eyes almost pop out. She takes Eleonor's arm, ready to get out of there, but there's no time. Thomas walks into the locker room, still wearing his blue-black shorts, with a sloppy top showing off the tattoos on his arms. His hair is messy and there's sweat dripping down his slightly tanned skin. He's wearing a wide smile, showing his white-perfectly-aligned teeth. “I hope you enjoyed the fight…” Thomas says, rubbing his hands together.