Quentin Dean Nude Novels & Stories

Kyle laughs out. I go to turn to go inside because I can not watch this. We just had sex a few hours ago and now he is making out with another girl. As I turn around I run into a man built like a brick wall. Bracing myself I place my palms flat on a bare rock hard chest. I feel the smooth soft skin covering toned define muscles. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going." "No problem gorgeous. I'm Dean. I don't think I've met you before." His voice is so sexy and my breath catches in my throat ask large hands settle on my hips.

But it didn’t change her mood when her eyes zeroed in on Dean’s sudden movement. He whipped his shirt off over his head with one hand as the other opened his pants with a relieved sigh. “Kiera, get naked now or I’ll tear your clothes off. I can’t take much more of this.” He dropped his shirt on a chair before he sat down and tore his boots off his feet. When he stood, his pants landed in a pile at his feet before he stepped out of them. Dean didn’t wear any underwear right now because going into a fight, the less you needed to remove, the faster you could shift. So he stood there naked in all his glory.

Quentin lit a cigarette by the floor-to-ceiling window, feeling somewhat conflicted. Before long, Talia emerged from the bathroom. Seeing Quentin smoking by the window, she said nothing. After drying her hair, she looked at Quentin's back. "I'm getting in bed first." With that, she removed her bathrobe and lay down on the bed naked. The white duvet draped over her, revealing the curves of her body beneath. Somehow, Quentin choked on his cigarette and coughed repeatedly.

Which is ninety-nine percent of the reason I hadn't been complaining about going every morning at 5 am. Dean is perfect; 6’2, shoulder-length dreads, milk chocolate skin, dark-cinnamon swirl eyes, a perfectly chiseled body that even the gods would be jealous of, and the most beautiful smile, framed by big pouty peach colored lips. Oh, did I mention the eight-pack of abs? Not six, freaking eight!! Mmm goddess, I could just eat him up. “Earth to Melia. Are you ready yet?” Kira said loudly with a sigh, pulling me out of my fantasy.

“Shall we?” “Hang on, I need to get my selfie to send to Dean.” I put my arm around him, doing the cheesiest pose I can think of, and snap a picture. “And now to caption it…” I pretend like I’m writing a text message. “Archer is taking me on a hot date tonight. Don’t worry, we’ll use protection.” I flick my eyes to him, smiling. “Sent.” “Hilarious, Quinn. We both know Dean would try to kill me if he thought I was hooking up with you.”

Mr Devine walked closer to the two seater couch and took a seat on it, after pulling his clothes off and revealing his complete naked self to her as well. "Come here." The soothing command from Mr Devine had Nuella's wobbling legs advancing closer to him, with her eyes feasting on the beauty of his broad shoulder, tattooed chest, and arm, ripped muscle, hot bicep callused chest. Gosh! Her pussy clenched with burning desire, as she finally stood in front of him, feeling all shy "Seat." Mr Devine gestured for his thighs and her eyes widened but the look on his eyes was so powerful that she found herself drawn to the order.

It was not. I pushed the door open and saw them with my own eyes. Dean, stark naked on top of… what the fuck? Maxine? She was completely bare herself, with her legs and arms wrapped around him like tentacles. Maxine Quinton! The beautiful skank from geometry class. Tears streamed down my face as my eyes glued to them, unable to look away. I couldn't move. I was frozen in despair and disbelief. Just then, Dean lifted his head and our eyes locked.

I said. "Okay then. Switch to video call." I switched to video call and I was greeted with a fine view of Dean Ryan's chest. Oh God. . . He positioned his phone on his dresser and stepped away from it. He was wearing black sweatpants and the band of his Calvin Klein boxers were visible. He was shirtless and holding two different suit jackets in his hands. His shoulders were so broad, his abs looked like they were carved by a sculptor, his chest and muscles were well defined. He must work out everyday.

His friends drew closer, surrounding me, watching their leader fuck my tits while panting and gasping. "Do you like this? Do you like me fucking you while everyone is watching?" Dean had asked and when I didn't respond, he smacked my tits and yelled. "Answer me." I told him I did. He said he would bet that I was wet and making a mess all over his chair. Then he ordered Mark to check. While Dean fucked my tits, Mark knelt beside me and parted my thighs. I gasped as his hand wormed between my legs and his hands touched my soaked panties. He withdrew his hand immediately, looking up at Dean with wide eyes, and announced that I had a river down there.

By the way, some of the images coming from the TV made some sighing sounds and the sound of ripping fabric. Soon the image became a mess and three people were rolling around naked on the big bed, screaming, moaning, as bodies collided. Celeste's face turned red and opened her eyes, "This is what you said about higher levels?" Dean laughed slowly, "Celeste is really cute. Can't you stand this kind of stimulation?" and kissed Celeste's transparent and flushed ear lobe. Celeste's face flushed with loudly spoken cunning, "Who can't stand it? That, just something not worth looking at."