Novel & Cerita Matthew Rhys Nude

With Matteo’s smooth gaze fixed on Isabella, he unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing his strong, muscular chest. As he took his shirt off, he let it fall to the ground and exposed his flawless physique. Isabella’s stomach fluttered, and she wasn’t aware she was unknowingly licking her lips as her eyes took in the half-features of Matteo’s nude body. His shoulders were broad, his chest rippled with muscles, and his abs were strongly defined. Every part of his body was neatly shaved and clean. The sleeve tattoos on his arms and the prominent veins in every part of his arm make him appear breath-taking. ‘God!’ She thought she was hallucinating because Matteo looked like a sexy Greek male mod

She deliberately buttoned the buttons hindering his view of her chest. He swallowed hard and leaned down. Amara yelped as his strong hands grabbed the sweatpants she was wearing and pulled them down. Her eyes widened and she quickly pulled the shirt down to cover her naked legs. Rhys grabbed the wet clothes and with rigid posture, walked to the closet. When he came back after a minute, he had changed into grey sweats. His chest naked for her eyes to ogle. The sweatpants clung to his hips, emphasizing the sculpted contours of his muscular frame. His bare torso, defined and powerful, hinted at a strength that both captivated and intimidated.

And the distance felt like an unending stretch. He placed me on the bed before he started undressing, and staring at his exposed muscle and orbs, I was fighting to keep myself in check... but in check? I was too far gone to even care. "'Please, Rhys, take me," I whispered, running my fingers through my hair. " Come here." He was already undressed, his huge and veined Alpha cock on full display and I whimpered from just looking at it, and imagining things. I never thought I would lose my first to the mate I hated, and it felt right...let's all blame the heat..

Across the mat stood Rhys. He was stripped to the waist, wearing only dark fight shorts and heavy leather combat wraps around his hands and wrists. The matte-black titan-steel harness sat flush against his massive, scar-lined torso, its pale silver conduits glowing faintly in response to his elevated pulse. Without the formal suit coats or tactical armor hiding his frame, his physical presence was overwhelming—six feet four inches of solid muscle, lethal speed, and terrifying Alpha power. "Again," Rhys rumbled, his deep baritone echoing off the reinforced concrete walls. His hazel-blue eyes were flared into a fierce, golden-tinged focus.

I quickly made sure my legs were wide apart, showing him how my cunt was prettily gaping for him, flexing my thick thighs and pulling him closer to the apex of my soaking wet curves. Standing at the edge of the bed, Mateo finally stripped off the rest of his clothes. Jacket, shirt, and trousers were cast aside carelessly until he stood before me completely naked. I literally drooled over his body. Up close, without a single shred of fabric hiding him, he was an absolute specimen. His broad chest heaved, his hard abs rippled with every breath, and his massive, thick cock throbbed heavily against his lower abdomen, veiny and menacingly large.

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

a husky voice rumbled from behind me. My breath hitched. Don Matteo stood there, a dark silhouette against the faint hallway light. His eyes, the color of storm clouds, narrowed. "M..mr. Russo." His eyes dropped to the shattered glass on the floor. He chuckled darkly. "Eavesdropping I see." "I.. didn't...I wasn't..." I stepped back as he took predatory steps towards me, till my back was against the wall. I gulped when he leaned in. "What did I say about not getting too curious?" His breath tickled my neck, a sardonic smile played on his lips.

My heart pounded in my chest. I had to go. Now. If I followed Connors instructions perhaps I could still find my way. I turned, ready to sprint out when a loud yelp suddenly made me freeze. “Sorry! Sorry!” A female voice suddenly rang as more rustling emanated. I took several steps back as more rustling ensued. A distance away, a figure revealed itself. It was a woman peeking through the corner of the tree which was covering the rest of her body. Her flaming red hair flowed down from the way she tilted her body and from what I could see, she was half naked.

The creep replied, winking at me and bile rose up my throat as panic set in the pit of my stomach. My eyes trailed down my body, as I registered my situation right now. I am naked, with no form of clothing on my body as well. Darren is half-naked. Did we— “No… No.. No.. That’s not possible, that’s not..” I shook my head frantically to dispel the thought of what he was implying. That can’t be true. I wouldn’t do that. Not with my elder sister’s boyfriend, not when I have the absolute best mate in the whole f^cking world. Why the hell would I have sex with a scumbag like Darren? Hell no.

Press the red symbol on Matthew's phone screen, I canceling the call before it connects. "Satya..., this Rena was touched by dirty men!" He's so noisy! "Look first!" I pressed the back of her head forward to see how Rena was okay with every stimulation coming from the men. "Oh, God!" Matthew is funny. He covered his face with both hands, but his fingers gave his eyes full access to the scene on the phone screen. "Why? You're also getting horny seeing Rena being fucked, right?" I did. My cock quickly rose and filled up just by hearing Rena's plea to be satisfied.