Quentin Dean Nude Novels & Stories

The door to my bedroom creaks open. Dean stands in the doorway, fresh from the shower, wearing only a pair of gray sweatpants that hang low on his hips. Water droplets still cling to his tattooed chest and shoulders. His eyes lock onto me Dean legs open, barely covered, my fingers resting teasingly over the soaked fabric between my thighs Dean and his expression shifts from surprise to raw, burning lust. “Lily…” His voice comes out rough, almost dangerous. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

She knelt in her red bikini, looking as inviting as a desirable meal. "Alpha, may I?" Quincy asked for my permission as she peered at my face with her enchanting blue eyes. Her eyes were fixated on my crotch. "Yeah, you can A—," I said, wanting to call Aurora's name, as I couldn't believe that I was thinking about her at this moment. Quincy knelt on my new bed, her hands working faster as they reached for my boxers and stripped them off to release my huge rod freely. It spring freely as my short came off.

“I feel overdressed, and I’ve never dined at a five-star restaurant before. I mean… what if I make a fool of myself and use the wrong spoon or fork? I’ll embarrass not only myself but you too.” Quenten looks like sin and violence wrapped casually in black denim jeans, a pristine shirt with the top three buttons undone, and a leather jacket with combat boots on. The shimmer of his gold chain glimmers under the moonlight shining through the vehicle. The desire to reach forward, twirl it around my finger, and draw him closer becomes a wild fantasy I’ll be reliving on repeat in my head all night.

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.

He wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Dean’s eyes flicked over him—detached, clinical. “On your knees.” River sank down, his body already trembling with anticipation. But Dean didn’t move. Didn’t speak. He just spread his legs and pulled his cock out from his track pants—already thick, already hard. River blinked. Dean wrapped one fist around it. And stroked. Slowly. Deliberately. River stared. “Sir...” “No,” Dean said sharply. “You don’t speak.”

"Those two are really immature." I remembered that in the original plot, Daniela Barnett was the second-to-last person to successfully pursue Quentin. I glanced at her, wondering where her confidence came from. You've been too low-key, you know? So low-key that you're practically invisible. Yet, you still seem so pleased with yourself. Hmm, Quentin was quite pitiful. None of his future wives were normal; their thought processes were quite unique. ... Quentin, a renowned celebrity, rarely had days off. Today happened to be one of his few monthly rest days.

Alex's POV "What the hell, Alex?" Dean's voice came out rough, almost strangled, like the words got caught in his throat. But I barely heard him. My eyes were glued to the front of his pants. That bulge. Thick, obvious, straining against his pants like it was trying to break free. My painting had done that. My naked body on canvas; me sprawled on grass, tits out, pussy bare, legs slightly parted, face flushed like I'd just been fucked.

To think I will be going back to that school like nothing happened is bizarre. “you look gorgeous, I almost don’t want us to go now that I have seen you,” Dean pops in the doorways and I turn t look at him. “I am glad you like it,” I say as I look at him. he looks so sexy, and it is my turn to want us to stay in. he has unbuttoned his shirt halfway, which I am sure is not ethically allowed at school but he is not one to follow rules. He has gotten back to shaving his hair shot, which accentuates his neck and the broadness of his shoulders.

I grabbed onto Dean's head as I found myself falling off the edge, moaning as my orgasm took over my muscles, making them twitch with delight. Dean continued to lick me, but then he stood up. The last piece of his clothes, his briefs, were off of him, and I marveled at his naked body in front of me. The V-line of his muscles headed toward his groin was simply spectacular. Truly, an Adonis stood before me. He quickly pulled my skirt and thong off, then slowly moved on top of me, kissing me deeply. I could feel his manhood pressing against my inner thigh. He pulled the hair from my ear. "I want you," he said.

Of course I do Kaira, I'm not walking out like this," "Grrrrhh!" she groaned going out of the walk-in closet. I peaked through the door and saw Dean take off his shirt. My mouth dropped on the floor when I looked at his extra large muscles that flexed. His chest was perfect with those things called ---- uh yes with an eight pack that was perfectly designed and looked really smooth. How can God give him not only good looks but a body to die for too! He looked drool worthy and eatable to such an extent that I couldn't keep calm.