Matthew Rhys Nude Novels & Stories

I have a nature dominance but he is a born Alpha and he has been waiting for me for 3 years so I know this whole thing is hard for him. He pushed me off for a second to say "I know we both need dominance so you better believe in the future this is going to be a give and take. I am letting you have this only for tonight." And pulled me back in to continue our rough making out. I tore his button up shirt right open and off of him while he undid his pants and pulled them down. He got my pants off while I pulled my shirt over my head. We made our way into the master bedroom where Matthew has been sleeping in our boxers and socks while still kissing each other and stumbling. Matthew awkwardly too

I could probably barge in but I don't want to see such filth as her naked, it would be too insulting and disgusting. But it wouldn't be so bad to see her naked, I snickered, and the door to my room slowly opened. When it was finally ajar I wondered if I was being delusional or what but what I saw mystified me, an angel with black hair stood in front of me. If I didn't have to do something important today I would've taken her right here and now. Her hair was dripping with water and her white shirt was wet giving me a full display of her overripped bananas, spotty and hanging precariously from tender stalks.

"An hour is a long time, Agatha. A really long time. You sure you weren’t just… enjoying the show?" I turned to Luke with the most murderous glare I could muster. "Listen here, you overgrown sack of testosterone—" "Enough." Matthew’s voice sliced through the laughter like a blade. Oh boy. Slowly, I turned. And there he was. Matthew stood outside his tent, shirtless, breathing hard, looking like he was two seconds away from snapping my neck. His messy, dark hair was damp with sweat, his tattooed chest rising and falling with every deep breath. His deep blue eyes burned with fury.

I took off my clothes and slipped under the covers, waiting. When Matthew returned, his eyes widened with desire. “I knew there was something huge under your clothes,” he muttered, already pulling off his shirt. I forced a smile. “Come find out then.” And he did. --- It didn’t last long. Twenty minutes, maybe. But it was enough. Enough to bring him down if needed. Matthew didn’t even have the strength to move afterward. He passed out right there beside me, completely unaware of what I had just done. I reached for my phone, quickly sending the recorded video to Emma.

Grayson mutters, finding it quite challenging not to snap his neck and end his stupidity. "So, you've seen it too," Matthew bites the inside of his cheek, "I didn't know you were his type." "I'm surprised you are," Grayson lifts a brow and eyes him from head to toe, "You're one of those dudes who do live workouts on social media, showing off your muscles just to get recognised by people." he scoffs, "Is your self-esteem that low?" Matthew gulps and looks down. Grayson hit the spot. Aside from his job, Matthew was indeed a fitness influencer, posting his abs photos and doing live workouts to impress young men and horny teenagers.

He sent a photo—him grinning next to a sleeping brunette, both clearly naked under the sheet. I was in the middle of typing back something appropriately unimpressed when Rhys's voice came from directly behind me, low and dangerous. “So this is why you’ve been ignoring me.” I was startled so hard I nearly dropped my phone. “What the hell?” I turned. At some point he’d changed into nothing but tight black boxer briefs. The outline of his cock was unmistakable—thick, half-hard, pressing against the fabric. Jesus. He looked bigger than I remembered. Or maybe my memory was just too fucking good.

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

With a resigned sigh, he signaled for his son to face the consequences of his actions alone. Knowing that there was no other way but to speak, Matthew confessed to his crime. "Oh, please believe me. Nothing really happened between me and the girl. I was only asked to pose and take a picture with your girlfriend naked on her bed. In return, I can hook up with the she-wolf I’ve been craving for.” Thea interjected, revealing a photo of Lucy on her phone. "Is this the bitch you’re talking about?" Matthew scrutinized the image before shaking his head. "No… that’s not the one. But I saw her with the girl I’m talking about. They must know each other," he admitted, his gaze darting nervously between

When she stopped resisting, he stood beside the bed and began removing his clothes one by one. She wanted to look away, but his gaze seemed to pull her in like a magnet. She couldn’t help but stare as he stood before her, leaving only his briefs on. Heat flushed her face when her eyes caught the evidence of his arousal, and she quickly looked away. His body was clearly well-maintained from the gym—his broad shoulders, strong arms, and defined abs. Despite her irritation, she couldn’t deny his attractiveness. She had thought that anger would lessen her admiration for someone’s looks—but with Matthew, her anger seemed to melt away just because he stood there undressed in front of her.

“I can bring you mine, Ari.” I turned my head to the left and found Matteo standing over me, a huge smile on his face. He wore a three-piece suit, very much like the one his papa wore. Weird for a boy our age, unless you were Matteo Vitale or any other mafia prince. It was actually comical to see them all running around in suits… Well, except for Nikola. He threw his suit into the pool, refusing to wear it. Rolling my eyes, I folded my hands under my head and sunk a little deeper into the grass. “No, thanks.”