Sam Hartman Nude Novels & Stories

My shoulders locked. He walked in. Chase Hartley didn’t enter rooms; he claimed them. Barefoot. Sweat still gleaming on the carved planes of his torso. Low-slung gray sweatpants slung dangerously below the deep V-cut of his hips. No shirt. Just skin, muscle, and the slow drip of water from wet hair tracing paths down his throat, over his collarbone, disappearing into the valley between his pecs. My mouth went desert-dry. I hated it. Hated more that my pulse slammed against my ribs like it was trying to escape.

Chapter Four: Show Samantha's POV I was like a freaking crazy while staring at his picture. He is filthy rich and indeed handsome. “You seemed so happy,” Nita said while she was serving me coffee. I couldn't stop but smile while biting my finger. “Do you find this attractive, Nita?” I asked her while showing her Diego’s half-naked photo. Her eyes widened when she saw it. I laughed at her reaction. “Ma'am Sam, where did you get that picture? That's inappropriate. But yes, he's handsome,” she said, but I shook my head. It's actually yummy. I mean, he's damn hot and spicy.

He was shirtless, wearing only sweatpants that did nothing to hide the bulge straining against the fabric. “You came,” he said. “I always come,” I said, letting the robe fall open. His eyes roamed over my naked body, hungry and worshipful. “Jesus Christ, Samantha.” “Stop talking,” I said, crossing to him. “Just fuck me.” I turned around and bent over the hood of the car, the cold metal biting into my palms. I spread my legs, looking back at him over my shoulder. “Is this what you wanted, Daddy? A naughty girl bent over like a whore?”

Hawthorne as he sat up, massaging his neck and slowly rotating his head. Mr. Hawthorne stood up, unbuttoning his pajama top one by one. The morning light cast a vague outline, sparking curiosity within Jasmine. The shirt slipped off Mr. Hawthorne's body, revealing an impressive physique. Jasmine swallowed hard, quickly closing her eyes as Mr. Hawthorne began to walk away. Torn between admiration and embarrassment, Jasmine opened her eyes again and glanced at Mr. Hawthorne's muscular back as he widened the distance between them. She squinted, noticing a tattoo that read Lilly.

At least that is what I tried to convince myself with. I tried to forget her by calling one of my favourite sex workers, Charlotte, to meet me at one of my mansions to have great sex with her. The sex was great. It was amazing. But that did not make me forget about Olivia even for a second. Instead that made me think about her even more. What was sex with her going to feel like? I was not repulsed by the idea of having sex with her, in fact I loved the idea. But, I knew that she would hate the idea. She was already in love with someone else. Ryan. That bastard. The thought of her having sex with him made me want to choke on anything I could find.

I motion for him to stand up. And so do I. I get off the table and shrug out of my nightie till I’m completely naked. Shaun obeys, in need of a release. His darkened eyes focus on my complete nudity, admiring every inch of me, trailing the marks his rough hands left on my skin. When I silently demand he obeys, his cruel smirk returns. “Yes, ma’am.” I wait till he’s on his feet, hand still wrapped around his bare cock that’s seeping out precum. Such a gorgeous sight to behold.

Before my rational mind could finish thinking through the absolute insanity of what I was doing, my feet were already moving, and within three seconds, I was standing over the device with the camera clutched tightly in my right hand while I balanced Maya carefully against my left hip. My breath caught in my throat and my eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated shock when I glanced down at the bright digital viewfinder, because playing on the screen was a live recording of Mr. Harrison himself, and he was naked, sitting on the edge of this very bed while masturbating with a fierce, desperate intensity. He was absolutely huge, far larger than any man I had ever seen in my life, and his muscular c

He said abs I gasped in shock. "What is this? Is it some fuckin sex show?. I ain't showing my vagina to nobody."

People are dying on earth because of hunger and here god is spending in an extravagant way. Suddenly I hear a loud gasp. I follow the sound and see hotty with his hands covering his mouth. He is standing in a corner looking at me frighteningly. No, looking at something below me, I follow his eyes. I see my shirt buttons are undone and one of my breasts is peeking out from my open wet shirt. AAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! An acute deafening scream escapes from my mouth as I see myself half-naked in front of a man, my boss. I try to cover my naked chest and hard nipples with my shirt as he keeps staring at them like a dumb fuck.

He was only wearing his swimming trunks and he didn't bother to get his robe when he approached me. 'So?' I thought and engaged myself in a staring contest with Nate Sarmiento. He is handsome. No doubt about it. He's not an actor, but he's more handsome compared to those who made their faces their investment in the entertainment industry. In fact, Nate is a famous businessman. Not just because of his physical characteristics, but because of his monster-like business ability. He was ruthless. One reason, perhaps, why at the age of thirty, he had come a long way in the hospitality industry.