Matt Riddle Nudes Novels & Stories

Maybe him and Mel needs to have a pup. "have you and Mel discussed having a pup?",I asked him and his eyes went wide. He shook his head no and he actually blushed a bright red. "no we never talked about pups. When aren't mated fully yet I had trouble letting her see me naked",he looked down in guilt. "bro you weren't raped were you?",I had to ask because he had all the signs of worse abuse.

"I want to see this." "Naughty, huh!" The friction of the fabric escaping my skin and the possibility of being peeked at by anyone in a public place like this made me sigh, especially due to Matt's deliberate touching of sensitive parts. "You're naughtier!" Matt laughed in my cleavage. He seemed to take great pleasure in finding innocence there unprotected. "Fucking bitch! You like showing me this?" Oh, of course I really like it. I deliberately wore tight clothes without bra and underwear so that the thrilling sensation of my heart would be very pleasant.

Before I could reply, the very subject of our conversation made his presence known. “Nina! Enzo!” Matt’s voice echoed across the arena, filled with his characteristic exuberance. I glanced at Enzo, raising an eyebrow as we both turned to greet him. Matt, ever the athlete, was dressed in his usual campus attire—a sleeveless tee, showing off his well-defined arms, shorts, and worn-out sneakers. His hair, a mop of sleek blackness, bounced slightly as he jogged over to us with his hockey bag slung over his shoulder.

The men exchange knowing looks as they glance toward Damien sitting in the main seat. I clench my fists, trembling as I turn to face my beloved mate. Beside him, in what used to be my seat, sits Celia. Damien doesn't even try to hide it. He smiles slightly. "Whoever defeats Aria gets her complete nude photo collection as a bonus. Plus full recordings of that night." His voice carries easily across the hall. "Alpha's the best!" The men erupt in excitement. Damien looks at me, amusement dancing in his handsome features.

"You're going to hang in there and cum only when I ask you to. Now, lift your legs up. I want to see you." I obeyed like a puppet on a string, my legs shaking as I lifted my legs higher, exposing more of my dripping pussy to him. Matt knelt before me. He reached out and slowly began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine. As the fabric fell away, I gasped. He was built like a dirty, sultry dream—broad chest, ridged abs, and arms that looked like they could carry the weight of the world without even flinching.

I looked around and realized that I was in bed naked, and Matt was also naked, and he came out of this same bed. What the hell is happening here?

I pushed the door open and froze. Matt stood in the center of the room, bare-chested, a towel slung dangerously low on his hips. His skin glistened with droplets of water, his hair damp, a smaller towel in hand as he wiped slow trails across his chest and neck. Even with the fading bruise at the corner of his lip, he looked… unfairly hot. My brain stalled for a beat… long enough for him to notice my stare. His mouth curved. “Think I’m hotter than Alex?”

She nodded and said to me with great confidence, "Yes, it is me. Also I am the special girl you are looking for." Oh, things got a bit interesting. I could not sense any mate bond in her, but she said she was the one I was looking for. "The girl I am looking for forgot a notebook when she left. Do you know the contents of the notebook?" I did not even bother to take the notebook out. I wanted her to shrink back from difficulties. Unexpectedly, she still nodded her head and said, "I know. That's my notebook." I frowned, "Lying is not a good habit. Once a lie is exposed, your personal credibility will be damaged. Go back. Before I get mad. I will pretend you never came."

Two traits that were foreign to Rider. Matty was six-foot-two with a muscular build. He had shaggy black hair and dimples on his cheeks. He was handsome, but unlike Conrad, he knew it. Matty was a bit of a playboy, but I didn’t mind. He was a big boy and was allowed to sleep with whomever he wanted. Our relationship was strictly in the friend zone. “Where have you been? We got here hours ago,” I asked as I finally climbed down from him.

Matt's POV I woke up hard again thinking about Princess. My cock ached from the night before when I pumped so much cum inside her tight pussy. Rachel slept beside me but all I could picture was my niece riding me on the couch. Her wet cunt squeezing every inch while she begged for more. Princess had already texted me twice that morning. "I am still feeling your cum leaking out of me uncle Matt" she wrote. Another message followed with a photo of her fingers spreading her swollen lips. "My pussy wants you again. When can we fuck?"