Older Hairy Men Novels & Stories

he stepped out of the shadows, revealing his crooked smile. His eyes were a bright yellow, almost glowing against the darkness of the night. He was tall and thin, with short blonde hair and a pale complexion. I heard the growl in his voice as he spoke and knew this wasn’t going to be a friendly conversation. Two other men came out on either side of him, hands in their pockets and heads raised high. They’d been downwind of us, but now their stench invaded my nostrils like a dead fish sitting out in the sun. I pushed Hugo behind me, to which he protested. The blonde laughed, a sound that pierced my ears.

That my future wasn’t already written. The entrance doors opened for some reason, and I looked up to see a tall man step inside, rubbing the back of his neck. He was wearing dark jeans, brown work boots, and a fitted black button-down with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His skin was a rich caramel brown, and his shoulders were broad enough to make the shirt strain across his back. He paused beside the hostess, offering an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry I’m late. Work ran longer than expected.” His voice carried easily across the room.

His appearance caused her to wince! He was tall, but not as tall as Devlin. His long, dusty and creepy hair was tied in a ponytail which was like a rat tail. He wore a sleeveless shirt, showing his muscled arms full with tattoos. Again Sarah gulped the rise of dryness in her throat. Behind him came another man whom she instantly recognised. Oscar! From behind them, came another five armed men who were dressed similarly as Oscar and they circled her in posture of surveillance.

, I urge them and they stand. The person standing beside Elijah is huge and dark skin, long hair so I supposed he is a Darc. The Darcs are known for their long hair, their scary aura, their males name starts with a T and their female is with a V. The El Musharc, they all have curly hair and are known for their jewelry. A Vahemir, their women all have blonde hair and are so graceful, their men I honestly don’t know. I never met a Vahemir. But I know what we all have in common is arrogance. The man beside the bulky fella is a slender man. His grey eyes are mesmerizing, he is light skin. His hair is packed with a strand falling out.

Lia The swarm of visitors was a little overwhelming, even if it stemmed from good intentions. I wondered if my room had been a revolving door of people when I was asleep also. I looked over to the man in the chair by the bed. Mountain man was an accurate description for the pack alpha. Even down to the flannel shirt with rolled up sleeves, Oliver was a lumbersexual’s wet dream. He had messy jet black hair that curled at the ends, and a beard that looked like it had been forgotten about for at least a few days. His dark chocolate eyes never left me.

The two who climbed out of the backseat could have been brothers, although one was clearly younger. Both had brown unkempt hair that hung about their shoulders and short stubble. I doubted any girl would find them attractive, even just passable. They too were lightly tanned and the older one had an arrogant look about him, walking with a slight swagger. All four of the group were shirtless and even at first glance, I had a bad feeling about these guys.

the blond hissed. I glared at the others, narrowing my eyes as they closed the distance. Standing in front of me were two more of the most gorgeous men I'd ever seen in my life, rugged and sexy with bodies carved out of stone. All three were well over six feet tall, their auras exuding darkness. Sensuality. Danger. "We're going to need to keep her quiet." The third man's accent was different, foreign and reeking of superiority. "Let me go, please."

The hairy man said, standing from where he sat. The men laughed uproariously at the suggestion, obviously mocking him. " You think five thousand will buy her?" They asked in amusement. The hairy man ignored them. " She is worth five hundred grand" " Ten thousand!" A female shouted. I looked around the room and spotted a woman standing at the corner near the wall. Her brownish blonde hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail.The men around were already discussing the matter among themselves, no doubt deciding which one would win me over, and also showing their disgust towards the woman.But I wasn't paying any attention to them anymore, the thought of a woman being my new master freaked me. Men m

I asked the old, saggy man that's looking old enough to be my father, if not grandfather. Sinner is drooping already, but he's just busy fighting nature. I bet, the moment he realizes that he's old already, and doing all of these shits doesn't really earn him a penny, then he'll readjust his steps. I couldn't take my eyes away from his thickness, they were as hard as fuck. I never thought old men's cock could still be this hard and massive. “Come on, suck it already,” Sinner laughed, holding his dick up so it dangled before me.

"You southern boys are strange." "If think I'm strange for loving snakes then you are going to love this next bit of information… I'm friends with the corner who is also the mortician." I inform of this with a peculiar sense of satisfaction. "We are childhood best friends." "I stand by my statement, yeah buddy." The older man replies. "He isn't even in my top ten of weird. I've seen some stuff, man. Enough to believe just about anything." "Ma'lob Ja'at kab kiin, Tyron." A man who dark skin that has a reddish undertone, long black hair, and Aztec/Incan/Mayan-type tattoos greets carefully walking toward us.