Parker Hines Nude Novels & Stories

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.

"They've had to answer the door naked when a food delivery driver delivered food and they were the tip. They hiked nude on a somewhat secluded part of the Pacific Crest Trail, like the Appalachian, only on this side of the continent. It runs through Yosemite a few miles away. They had to fuck two guy hikers they met on the way, and we met Sarah on the trail, and they had to fuck her too. Both of them had to seduce sales girls helping them pick out clothes in a nice Department store. They had to get the clerk to allow them to lick her, and hopefully get licked back. That's how we met Jerry's slave, Reneé. She was the clerk Lisa seduced. They've both sucked my cock in a restaurant, although th

Parker's pov I walked past the hall when I saw the big scene, that girl diamond stoop down unveiled naked. I was so startled and infuriated at the same time in a state of noob. How could she allow them do that to her? I didn't know how I had walked up to her, I strip off my outta jacket - white and I clashed it on her from behind making her flinch including everyone around. "OMG this is unbelievable, you this skank how did you do it?"

Hunter hugs me from behind and wraps his arms on my waist, bringing my body to his erection. His hands go through my arms and my hips, he turns me to look at him and in his eyes I only see raw and intense desire. He wraps his fingers on my hair and slides his index finger on my lips, feeling the softness of my mouth and pants deeply. Pulling me to the warm nest of his arms, Hunter slowly lifts the hem of my short floral dress, I raise my arms inventing him to undress me and gives in my will. With shaky fingers, he tries to undo my bra and fails, he huffs in anger and roughly pulls the front opening, freeing my heavy breast, anxious for his touch. Hunter lowers himself in front of me and touc

Chapter 7 Enemies New and Old Parker led the way, his usual swagger and smirk very much in place. He was objectively handsome, in a blond-and-stacked kind of way, but he was also such a stereotypical alpha douchebag, with his big black motorcycle boots and t-shirt with the cutoff sleeves. Not to mention the forced mating thing. Seeing him again, after months of trying to forget him, I was almost shivering with the desire to flay his flesh from his bones and watch him die screaming. Flanking him were Tyler and four more of his enforcers, with several more behind them, all of them dressed like Parker-clones.

She gasps when she feels the fabric come loose and Harken tug lightly, his eyes never leaving hers as his tongue flicks out against her wrist, causing another sharp gasp, followed by a small moan to tumble out of her mouth. Slipping out of them, Harken shocks her more by grabbing hold of her panties and dragging them down with her shorts, tossing them to join their shirts on the floor before getting up himself to remove his jeans and boxers. Noel covers her eyes instinctively, her first time ever seeing a guy completely naked other than in the few movies she was given a surprise with. Harken takes her hands away from her face to kiss her deeply again, placing her on top of him. “Go at your o

The handkerchief, a simple piece of fabric, now held her hair together, adding a personal touch to her appearance. Lydia followed closely behind Parker, her eyes tracing the broad expanse of his back. He was thirty-two now, but unlike the other men she knew, her "Uncle Parker" seemed to exude an effortless strength and maturity. His tall, commanding presence was emphasized by his attire: a fitted t-shirt layered beneath a plaid shirt, paired with dark jeans and high-top sneakers. The casual yet sturdy outfit hinted at the strong muscles that must lie beneath, making him appear even more powerful and undeniably attractive. Every step he took seemed to resonate with a quiet confidence, a man w

Hunter chuckled while the television screen replayed his pr stunt. “News report: The sizzling hot billionaire was seen on Mahogany Street a while ago. His tire burn out and he fixed it. What surprised the people is that he was shirtless. And yes, as you can see—ohh. Ooh. That body.” The camera focused on Hunter’s body. It glistened with sweat. Amplifying his abs and toning his chest even more. There are lines of grease. Which he puts on intentionally. The camera slowly lifted to his face. And his side profile was breathtaking.

They had a son! Parker also included a picture of an unclothed Aaron sleeping across Molly's bare cleavage. A blanket appropriately covered Aaron as well as the private parts of Molly's tits but I still thought it was fairly risque to be sending out as it showed a lot of Molly's chest. I looked at who was included on the text message and it was only Parker, myself, and Molly, so this was not a large group blast. I wondered if I got a different picture than their other announcements.

“Enjoy the show, firecracker. This is what a real man looks like.” Parker’s voice cut through the dim storage room like a challenge as Joanne pushed the door open, looking for her best friend Lila after last period. She froze in the doorway. Lila was bent over a stack of old gym mats, skirt bunched around her waist, and panties dangling from one ankle. Parker stood behind her, pants shoved down just enough, thrusting into her with deep, powerful strokes. His hand was fisted in Lila’s hair, pulling her head back while the other gripped her hip hard enough to leave marks.