Mark Thomas Nudes Novels & Stories

But he couldn’t tell Marcus the real reason without sounding insane. He begrudgingly let himself be dragged toward the showers, towel slung low on his hips. The moment he stepped into the steamy room, the usual naked bodies he was used to seeing filled the space. Water cascaded over broad shoulders and powerful thighs. Laughter and banter echoed off the tiles. But right beside the two remaining empty stalls stood Raphael Thorne — completely butt naked and looking unfairly sinful. Water streamed down his muscular back, tracing the defined lines of his shoulders, down the deep groove of his spine, over the firm curve of his ass. Good God!

"I want you to respect my choice. Never again will I return to that cage. I have a career and a new life now. And none of it has anything to do with you or the Torres family." Just then, Mark walked out of the swimming center and casually positioned himself at my side. "You alright, Winnie?" The moment Thomas saw him, fury ignited in his eyes. "So it's because of him? You'd abandon even your own son for this nobody doctor?" I was about to speak when Mark replied politely with a smirk, "I respect all of Winnie's wishes, and I don't want to see her give herself up for anyone ever again." Thomas gritted his teeth, livid. "And who do you think you are, standing beside her and saying such noble-s

His legs were long, the muscles of his calves clean and defined beneath the water, the shape of his thighs faintly visible whenever his knees shifted. Half-submerged, his skin flushed a light red from the heat, he looked deceptively slight and refined at rest — but the moment he moved, there was an unmistakable power coiled just beneath the surface. Through the drifting white mist, Sharon could just make out a few old scars on his body, lending his otherwise marble-carved physique a certain wild edge. Sharon suddenly remembered the doctor mentioning that Thomas had once suffered abuse. A sharp ache rose in her chest. Just then, Thomas's voice broke the silence.

“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.

"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

“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.

My body tenses as I feel heat rising inside me, a hunger I haven’t felt in so long I barely recognize it. One more swipe, and I nearly groan out loud. Theo. He’s gripping a metal pole above his head, arm flexed and muscles tight, his body completely bare. His c*ck is thick and heavy in his hand, and there are more piercings than I expected, each one catching the light. His blue eyes seem to lock onto mine through the screen, and it takes everything in me not to let my thoughts spiral. “Babes,” Mark snaps from across the room, and I quickly swipe the pictures away.