Parker Hines Nude Novels & Stories

When I’m finally naked, he looks down at me with a heat in his eyes that threatens to set me on fire. The need rising in me is stronger than any flicker of self-consciousness. This is Parker, my mate, and I trust him completely, and hell, it feels like it’s been too long since I’ve been close like this with any of them. Besides… modesty feels a little ridiculous now, considering what I’ve already let all four of them do to me. So, with that in mind, I let my legs fall open, and watch his eyes light up.

“Look how hard my nipples are already.” She slipped the top off her shoulders, then pushed her skirt down her legs, stepping out of it. Only tiny black panties remained. She turned around, bent slightly, and slid the panties down, showing her smooth, round ass and the pink lips of her pussy. When she faced the camera again, she was completely naked and smiling. The class clapped softly. Marcus nodded. “Beautiful control, Amy. Very natural.” Next was Jake. He pulled his shirt over his head, showing his toned chest and abs. Then he dropped his jeans. His cock was already half-hard, hanging heavy. He stroked it once, slowly, looking straight at the camera. “Getting hard just thinking about what

Though Parker keeps surprising me, there’s always something new. We kiss frantically as I urgently stroke him and he uses one hand to grope my breasts. Despite my insistence on being comfortable and not wanting to wear a bra, Parker demanded it. Every male out here is unmated and I haven’t missed the looks. I don’t think of myself as overly attractive but under their gazes I definitely feel beautiful. Even if they only lust after me because I’m literally the only set of big tits out here. Whatever! “Hannah, fuck,” he groans, pulling back and watching me. I lick my lips and stare at him, just wanting to feel this. Ride this wave of heat between us and think about nothing else.

“You’re awfully demanding tonight, baby. If you’re not careful, that’s going to cost you tomorrow.” I shrug, but excitement races through my veins, pulses between my legs. I would never have considered myself a glutton for punishment, but the way Ryder dishes out pain, it feels awfully sweet going down. But he does as I ask, and shrugs off his tight black T-shirt. Every time I see him exposed, I want to swallow my tongue. Without another word, he stands and unfastens his jeans, then slides them down his hips, taking his boxer briefs with them. Slim hips, jutting hipbones and a dark cluster of pubic hair reveal themselves before his cock springs free. I blink.

“Parker is going to murder you if you pasted pictures of her naked all over her walls.” “She was clothed,” he smirks. “Man, I hope they record her reaction.”

He wasn’t wearing a shirt. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight before her. His chest glistened with moisture, droplets of water tracing over firm, lightly muscled skin. His hair was damp and tousled, suggesting he had just stepped out of the shower. A towel hung over his shoulder, and he used another to pat his hair dry. He wore only a pair of low-slung sleep pants and nothing else. His feet were bare. Wow, her brain whispered, completely ignoring the decency filters.

I leave the altar and rush to grab one brochure from a nearby guest and open it. And my soul leaves my body. There I am on page one. Naked... everything on display. With another one of my side partners on top of me. My back, my tattoos, the curve of my body, all caught in perfect, high-resolution detail. Another photo depicts me in a hot tub with a pair of individuals from training camp, intoxicated, plus a blurred girl performing inappropriate actions within a public spa. My chest turns to ice. The next page is worse.

Zane had Tara pinned naked against the tall living room window, her full breasts pressed flush to the cool glass. Her hard nipples dragged against it with every brutal thrust as he fucked her from behind. His thick cock slammed deep into her cum-filled pussy, stretching her walls with wet, filthy sounds.

I was planning a trip to Skydrivee to clear my head and pick up Hayden. But as I packed, the video went viral. Screenshots—some censored, some not—were everywhere. "I didn't think a Parker would sell himself like that! He’s seven months gone; isn't he worried about the pup?" "Who says it's for money? Wealthy Omegas are all the same—they do it for the thrill!" "My eyes! He looks so pure in the news, but he’s a total wreck in private. I wonder if the Alpha in the video is even the father."

I hooked my fingers into the elastic of my underwear and pushed them down. The last piece of fabric fell to the floor. I was completely bare. Xercer stepped toward me. He didn't say a word. He kept his eyes locked onto mine as he began to unbutton his shirt. One by one, the buttons popped. He tossed the shirt aside, revealing his scarred, muscular chest. Then he unbuckled his belt. The sound of the leather sliding through the loops was loud in the quiet room. He kicked his trousers away, then his boxers. When he finally stood before me, he was completely naked. He was huge—hard, dark, and pulsing with a need that made the air feel like it was vibrating.