Sexy Guy Novels & Stories

". Cecelia replied before walking away. A minute ago she was praying for a free ride, but right now........ Cecelia is rejecting the free ride which is offered to her. "Come on pretty, I don't bite, and I'm only trying to be your friend and no string attached!". The handsome guy said. The guy is fair in complexion and has black short hair, which is combed to the right-hand side. His pink lip made him look Damn attractive, and not to mention that on his ear lies a silver earring. There is a big butterfly tattoo on his neck, and mere looking at him........ one could easily tell that he's a player and not just any ordinary type of simple player, but the bad boy type.

She looked up at Aggie, beseeching her for understanding. “Uh no, actually, I don’t. The guy is hotter than Phoenix in July. Absolutely gorgeous. That big, hard body. And that sweet, handsome face that completely contrasts with his ‘who gives a shit what you think’ aura. Growl.” She bared her teeth, ruby red lips curling. Aggie’s ever-expressive face made Jessica smile. Just a little. “You got all that from talking to him for twenty seconds?” “Hey, you work in this business for very long and you get to know men. If he’s carrying around that kind of cash, I’m guessing your eye candy is rich, too. Booyah!” Aggie thrust a fist in the air.

I reach for the down button at the same time as a good looking Italian or Hispanic looking mortal. "Hello." He has a sexy Spanish accent. He's got a pretty smile with shiny straight white teeth. His eyes are big golden hazel orbs. Dude has some killer dimples, and a body that should be a sin. Dayum! A man in a suit has never done it for me. But this dude wears this suit like a sophisticated criminal warlord. Trust me; I know a few. But even they can't fill out a suit like tall dark and dangerous here.

“There’s nothing wrong with this.” “You look like you’re about to negotiate a merger.” “I am technically working.” “This is Vegas.” “Yes.” “You can’t go to a club looking like someone’s accountant.” “I’m not your accountant.” “You look like one.” He sighed. “What exactly do you want me to do?” I studied him thoughtfully. Then pointed. “Take off the jacket.” He didn’t move. “Elion.” Slowly, he removed the suit jacket. Better. “Now roll up your sleeves.”

Holy fuck, calling this guy hot would be the understatement of the year—he is as sexy as they come. The stranger let his eyes roam around, and a smirk spread over his lips upon noticing me. The fuck? I keep my eyes trained on the adonis smiling at me. My mouth is drier than sand, and my eyes run down his body. His chest is cut and ripped with cobblestones for abs. There are eight, and I swear my jaw drops onto the floor. I love big guys, but come on, this guy is too much! "Maeve!" His voice is deep, whiskey-like, and his thick arms are around me within seconds, lifting me from the ground. Suddenly my feet are hovering over his knees. "I've missed you so much!"

Loving every minute of it. She didn’t remember ever coming across such an attractive, charming guy, with such a magnetic personality, nice and rude at the same time. A real bad boy, her little sister would have called him. She labeled him as a lovely bastard. Exactly the kind she always fell for. Good thing she still had eyes on her face, even after so much crying, to keep her from overlooking what was in plain sight. First of all, the age gap. Jay looked closer to her sister’s age than to hers, in his mid-twenties tops. And she was no cougar. Not to mention Jay had written all over him that he was all in for the Three B’s: big-boob blondes. And why not? After all, he looked custom-made to s

Sage Despite what everyone said, what they will continue to say, despite the anarchy he raises, Dante Sokolov is sin wrapped in a gloriously beautiful male human body. And he's what truly living feels like. This substantial, nebulous force that could never be watered down or put out. When we agreed to be friends with benefits last year, I knew he'd be bad for me. I never really cared. I was caught up in his hot body and sexy accent that felt velvety in my ears.

Two hours and six cocktails later… The sight of his huge cock sliding between my breasts is driving me crazy. We’re back in his room, unable to control our mutual attraction, acting like animals. This is casual sex at its absolute finest. This guy is gorgeous, intelligent, funny, and sexy as fuck. Not to mention he’s hung like a bloody horse. I’ve died and gone to Vegas Heaven. His knees are on either side of my body as he kneels over me. Large, dark brown eyes stare down at me, and I arch my back, unable to hold the urge to fuck. How did he get me here, doing this? I’m not this kind of girl, but holy hell, he makes being bad so much damn fun.

The guy he walked in with was on another level. He wasn't just good-looking – he was the kind of beautiful that made your stomach flip and your thoughts scatter like papers in a windstorm. He had a jawline that could slice through silence and a stupid, lazy half-smile that bordered on illegal. His hair looked like it had been tousled by angels or maybe just a really good sin. And those eyes – God, those eyes – deep grey and dangerous, like he knew every secret you’d ever try to hide. He moved like he knew people were watching him. “Fly trap,” Zeke teased and smacked my mouth. It hurt, but it got me back down to earth before anyone else noticed me ogling and drooling over the hottest guy on t