Novel & Cerita Mattheo Riddle Shirtless

Roy stutters as he’s brutally yanked out of his erotic daydreams. He clambers out of the shower and grabs a towel. Hastily, he dries himself, ignoring the pleasurable feel of the towel rubbing against his over-sensitized skin. He inspects the bag of the jeans and finds that not only has Matteo brought him jeans and new converse, but also a pale lilac shirt, socks, and underwear. He dresses quickly and finds the outfit a perfect fit.

Matt came out first sporting a white tee shirt with a black stripe and a pocket with a black jacket and jeans with a blue belt that looked hot on him. "Looks perfect." I stated with a big smile as Max came out I examined the white tee shirt with black stripes and red jeans that made him look to die for. "Yes there both perfect." I stated smiling looking back and forth at them trying to decide which was hotter "Can we go now?" Max asked raising one eyebrow "Yes now that I have controlled the fashion disaster, we may." I stated smiling at him

Aurora? I rush down the stairs, finding Matthew has returned. He’s out of breath, panting in just a pair of shorts he’s found no doubt shredded his clothes when he shifted. I’m a tad disappointed he isn’t naked before he arch’s a brow at me before he pulls me into his chest. The smell of sweat still lingers on his skin.

Why the fuck was he going to remove his clothes in front of a horse keeper for that matter? With shaky hands, he reached for the button of his shirt and paused Drake heaved out a deep sigh. "You said to be quick remember, Matt..." Matt nodded and gulped again. Fuck! This is beyond embarrassing!!! Good gracious! Why the fuck is he, Matt Castle, almost going naked in front of a random employee-a horse keeper for that matter. Anyway let's get it over and done with on time before his father and Mr. Jordan returns. Screw it! He held his breath as he unbuttoned his shirt rather quickly.

"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.

said Liam while looking at Elena like a one sided lover. “She always looks exceptionally beautiful. Why are you even bragging about it? How many times do I have to tell you that you shouldn’t compare Elena with normal girls?” asked Mateo nonchalantly while entering the room. Mateo was wearing a blood red color shirt with the first three buttons undone. He paired it with a black jeans and a white jacket. He looked at everyone in the room with emotionless face and his eyes fell on Topaz dressed up in a girly outfit. “Where is Topaz?” asked Mateo pretending to be confused.

He doesn’t need the ego boost, and honestly, I put him in the brother category in my brain. But right now, looking at Jonny Weaver shirtless, I’m speechless. My throat is the Sahara desert, my heart is beating like I ran ten kilometers, and let’s not talk about what’s going on downstairs and leave it that Jonny Weaver shirtless is a turn-on. This is wrong on many levels. First and foremost, I have a mate somewhere in Bloodmoon. ‘Get your head out of your ass and take a deep breath.’ Sara instructed.

Chapter 2 Lila’s POV Mateo stood frozen in the doorway, shirtless, those sweatpants hanging so low on his hips that the deep V of his muscles pointed straight down toward the massive bulge already pushing against the thin fabric. His silver tongue piercing caught the light as his mouth dropped open in complete shock. His dark eyes locked right onto me, taking in everything at once. My legs spread wide open like a total whore, my heavy tits heaving up and down with every shaky breath, shiny with sweat, and my three fingers still buried balls-deep in my gaping, dripping cunt.

Matt stared at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable, then nodded once. “Noted,” he said flatly, and left the bathroom. I stood there alone, wrapped in his towel, my heart still racing. After a minute, I forced myself to move, to dry off properly, to breathe. When I finally emerged from the bathroom, I found something laid out on the bed. A white dress shirt—his, obviously—and nothing else. No pants, no underwear. Of course. Matt was across the room by the windows, pulling on a pair of gray joggers. Shirtless. Water still glistening on his chest and abs, his hair damp and messy. He looked unfairly good, and I hated that I noticed.

“You’re not a secret, Giuli. Let them see you like that. I’m not putting clothes on this truth.” But I was already moving, grabbing the hem of the shirt tighter around me. “I’m not ready now. I look like shit.” I whispered. “You think I want your whole family to know I spent the night riding their heir like a goddamn porno?” Matteo smirked. “You didn’t just ride me, dolcezza. You ruined me.” He kissed my forehead, quick and dirty. Then he walked to the door, bare-chested, unbothered, and opened it with the kind of swagger that only came from knowing the world still bowed to your name.