Matt Barr Nude Novels & Stories

she started. “I know I’m good and you know I’m good,” Billy stated simply. “Oh god,” Jodi groaned. He was still lying on his back with his hands behind his head. He had a nonchalant demeanor. “It’s cool, Kitten. I just want to know for future endeavors. Research, if you will. Tell me, as a woman not as my friend, what does the cowboy got going on between the sheets that I don’t?” The bathroom door swung open. Matt took two big steps into the room. He was stark naked. He put his hands on his hips.

"Your ass, I at least made it to five." "Hahaha, it is still something I won't brag about." We come to a stop in the driveway at home. I brace myself for the shit that is about to go down. "Do you want me to help you?" Matt asks as he climbs out of the car. "Nah, I think I will manage." I get to climb out of the car. "AAHHH FÜCK!" "Bro let me help you." "It's fine, I am taking it off." I pull up my denim as far up as I can and take my buddy off. I can see the horror on Matt's face as he watches me do it. His expression is blank and his mouth is almost gaping."

As the possible problems rushed through my head, Matt grinned. "It's totally cool if you're not interested, Corey" he said, and picked up his briefcase once more. I yanked my pants down to reveal my damp underwear and the man's eyes widened slightly as he watched. I still couldn't believe that Matt was into this, but there was no denying it anymore. He began to stroke himself over his black pants as I rolled the underwear down my legs to expose my semi-erect cock.

he says as he gets comfortable "Good job, Mattie" I say waking over to the medicine cabinet and grabbing the tools we needed, "How can you fight off multiple rogues while waiting for back up?" I walk back to him and rip his pant leg apart. His knee was already the size of a bowling ball but I don't really feel bad. I've told him before we started that if he attacked with basic moves that I'd break a bone. He should be snood be happy that I only popped his knee out. Without a backward countdown or hesitation because that just makes things a lot worse, I pop his knee back into place making him groan while gripping the bedside railing in a death grip.

Matt let out a tense breath and felt his stomach shutter as he focused on not burping the whiskey back up. "You don't know half of it." Erica wore a black tank top that formed well to her luscious curves, and it was impossible to not notice she didn't wear a bra. Her large breasts fell to the side as she leaned to one side and the other. Matt passed the bottle back to her, and he had to lean back on the bed frame to stare at the ceiling to pretend he didn't see her vagina in the gaping leg hole of her loose short shorts she wore.

Usually, he doesn’t sleep naked, but today he intends to make love to his fiancée while the snow falls outside. He sits on the bed and gets into the covers. He smiles when he realizes his fiancée is waiting for him, completely naked. Matt approaches her from behind and places his hand on her hip, whispering in her ear, “I want you, darling.” Without hearing a response, he lows his hand until he places it between her legs, while he kisses her neck and presses his hard cock against her toned ass. She opens them to give him better access. He smirks and plays with her clit, rubbing it in circles.

I snort, and Matt chuckles. I walk closer to the edge of the basin. Matt helps me out of it by lifting me. His hands grip my waist and remain there even after he placed me down. He keeps me close to him, and I feel the familiar exotic tingles where his hands are, even though the thin fabric. His eyes move from mine to my lips, down to my chest. For a moment, they go completely black. I follow his gaze, and to my dismay, the wet white blouse is now see-through, exposing my neutral color bra, which makes it look like I am bare under the thin fabric.

He may be suffering from the emotional roller coaster, but that is to be expected as he is so confused and has a lot to think about. I will cheer him up so he can at least be happy on Christmas. He returned from the bathroom with a towel hung around his waist and a shirt with open buttons. I can see his abs, his wet hair and the water still on his chest dripping down to his abs. My mouth watered at his muscular abs, well defined eight pack abs and his V line. It looks so alluring. I thought 'Oh my moon goddess, he has such a fine, fine body.' My hands were itching to feel his abs. I already wanted to run my hands over his chest, over his abs, because it has turned me on so much that I am alr

What's a Null doing here? I wanted to disappear. But Damon's hand stayed on my back, steady. "Ignore them," he murmured. "You're with me. You're safe." We walked into the main hall—high ceilings, massive windows, the smell of pine and leather and something wild. Wolf. And then I saw him. He was standing with a group of guys, laughing. Tall, dark-haired, a jaw that could cut glass. A body that looked sculpted by a very angry god. He held a hockey stick like a toy, his grin lazy and arrogant.

Something familiar that made his pulse race even when he did not want it to. Mate bond. He hated it. Alvar reached out. Caierre tensed, every muscle ready to react. Instead of grabbing him or touching his wounds, Alvar placed his hand beside Caierre’s head on the bed. His palm pressed into the mattress. He leaned down. Close. So close Caierre forgot how to breathe. “Say something.” Angel Caierre whispered urgently. Spiky Horn Caierre snapped. “Stay silent. Let him bury himself.” Caierre stayed still.