Matt Barr Nude Novels & Stories

Matt knew there would be no panties, because he had been staring at that same naked, pink pussy all month. All while pretending not to notice her flashing him. Her pussy tormented his dreams, the sight now making his mouth water despite himself. "Get up, Tiana. Stop it. You've had your fun. Now stop flashing your daddy, I mean professor daddy, I mean me, your professor and mother's husband. Stop showing me your pussy. For fuck's sake wear a damn bra next time you come to class too," Matt growled, his voice thick with strained control, a low groan escaping as he fought the urge to reach out and spank her ass.

I was NOT prepared for what I saw. Matt stood on the threshold with nothing but a towel to cover his shower-damp body. A few wet strands of his blond hair splayed on his cheek. Another few clung to his neck, shedding drops of water that slowly roamed down his collarbones, his pecs, his abs... God... this was bad. I couldn't resist the urge to look lower, and my eyes landed on the dangerously low-hanging towel with a knot that looked like it could loosen any second. With an audible gasp, I willed my eyes back up and saw a smug grin slowly spreading across his face. “You like what you see, Sarah?” he all but purred.

“Then it doesn’t matter who takes them, right? Why not just send me?” “That’s not the point. We’re talking about… bedroom shots.” The words slipped out before he could stop himself. Tiffany’s eyes narrowed. “You mean nudes.” “Exactly!” Matt forced a laugh to cover his nerves. “See? You get the joke.” She gave a sly little hum. “And the payoff?” “You’ll get your cut. Ten grand a picture.” Matt grit his teeth. “But don’t waste my time with boring stuff. I want it spicy.”

Now, undress yourself," Matthias said, looking directly at the camera while holding a glass of whiskey. Amber could feell her entire face getting hotter as she started undressing herself one by one. Seeing Matthias watching her through her phone screen felt like he was really watching her in real life. "Move a bit away from the screen, I can only see half of your breasts here," Matthias complained. Amber immediately obeyed what he said, she moved a bit away from the camera until it was already enough for Matthias to see her nakedness through the phone.

Maeve added in a voice that suggested that Andrea should keep her dreams where they belonged in her head. Andrea finally understood what she meant when Maeve pushed her phone under her nose. Andrea’s eyes had widened, and her jaw dropped to her chest. The images were of a shirtless and muscular Professor Matthew in nothing but speedo shorts that clutched the muscles of his thighs and a tanned body. And there was the girlfriend who looked like someone cut out from a Vanity Fair center spread. Her blonde air glistened underneath the Tahitian sun. Her body was svelte and tan, and she was also picture-perfect beside him on the yacht. Impulsively, she swiped through the pictures and saw more. The

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

She treats her admirers like annoying gnats, and it only makes Matt’s ego want to crush her resistance even more. He scrolls further, finding a video of her doing a heavy squat set at the gym, ass stretching under her leggings, followed by a video of her at a firing range, aiming a Glock as she nails a bullseye. She's wearing a white tank top, no bra, her nipples visibly hard under the fabric. ‎Matt feels a familiar throb in his crotch, his dick hard against his pajamas. ‎He stops scrolling. Enough lurking. He taps the "Message" icon, with the same cold confidence he uses to sign multi-million dollar deeds.

My mate, seeing her up close, looked small, frail, scared and confused on the bed, already fully naked while the disgusting beast stood over her, already running his dirty fingers across her legs. “A- Alpha Arthur.” He starts stuttering as I approach him, but a punch to the nose sends him staggering back, blood already matting his lips like a thick coat. “You have less than 3 seconds to get out of my sight or I'll make sure you never see the light of day again.” Before I could finish, he grabbed his clothes and dashed out of the room. My eyes langly fell on the naked woman on the bed, taking in how sexy she looked. She was small, but her curves were one that belonged to a fully grown woman.

The news flashed with the live streaming from Damien's engagement revenue. "The most Eligible bachelor is finally claimed." Emma handed teacups to Mathilda and her grandma. "This is my house." Mathilda pointed at the TV screen and mumbled. Both Emma and Mrs.Green were stunned. The TV screen was then pointed at Damien, he was wearing a white suit with a black bow neatly arranged on his collar. His face was cold and indifferent as before. Mathilda dropped the cup on the floor and pointed at Damien. "He is my son, Damien." Mathilda stood up from the sofa with heavy breaths.

“You ready, Bobbie?” Mel was having a panic attack, her perfectly manicured nails fanning her face. Candice was biting her lip, preventing herself from squirming. I promised that I’ll introduce Matt to them if he enters my room. Guess this is their lucky day. Matt’s raven hair is free of ponytails tonight. His hair is a curtain of silk cascading on his shoulders, giving him a rock star vibe. He matched his look with a leather jacket over his gray shirt and plain black jeans.