Sexy Guy Novels & Stories

“By the time I'm done with you, you won't.” Why did that sound extremely sexy to me? Normally, I would have found him insufferable just like I found Mr Whitwood, but instead I found him…sexy. Damn, I really needed to get laid if I found a rich boy sexy. “Has anyone ever told you that you're incredibly cocky?” I asked, batting my lashes at him. “Only people less than I am. It's not cockiness if it's the truth.” I bit my lip. Sex with him would be immaculate. He looked like the kind of guy that did everything to perfection just so he can brag about it.

It was perfect for Fun Kat. Mr. Sexy-wink pulled her in close to him, sliding his leg between hers to give him better control of her motions. He knew what he was doing. His masculine scent filled her nose. It was clean and musky at the same time, and Kat was sure she could smell it forever and never grow tired of it. His body was hard under her hands, and he started to move her around the dance floor to the thrum of the sensual music. The man was a fantastic dancer. He pushed and pulled with his fingers, moving her effortlessly from one move into the next.

since he loved pussy and he couldn’t fuck me. I should mention that Henry was one of the best-looking guys I had ever seen, but certainly the biggest jerk. He was tall, close to 6'2", and had dark hair with gray eyes. He had an extremely well-groomed beard and mustache, and he also had a scar across his left eyebrow that gave him a bad-boy vibe that really turned me on. He was a typical str8 guy who loved to look like a bad boy and inflict fear on others. He liked to raise eyebrows with his appearance; therefore, he was always neatly dressed. That night, he was wearing Adidas joggers that seemed to cling to his legs and show a nice bulge. He wore a tight-fitting white T-shirt and white sneak

He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people. Did someone come to mind, because I know one did for me. There's this one fuckboy at my school, Connor Owens, and he's probably the hottest guy in my grade. At least that's what all the girls think. He's tall, has brown hair, tanned skin, and the most mesmerizing bluish-green eyes. He's a really fun person to be around, and he's a pretty smart guy. We're in all the AP classes together.

I retorted, "Whatever, that last guy was a douche, let's focus on the present, shall we? Look at those pretty muscles threatening to pierce out of his suit," Sky said, "I couldn't be wrong, he is the one." "But Sky," I mumbled, "He has his back on us, what if he isn't all that? We haven't seen his face yet," "Oh please, look at that wide back and shoulders, that feature is only embodied in handsome men, if you don't believe me, go see for yourself, I can bet a hundred dollars that Mr Sexy Hulk over there is far more handsome and sexier than your celebrity crushes,"

"The thick thickness of your make-up! You look like a clown!" She pointed to herself. "Disguise isn't it? Where have you seen a disguise who doesn't wear make-up?" He asked as he turned around. "The stupidity, ah." she whispered. "Boba your face!" We ordered a vodka. I can't get rid of the man in front of us. It is very white and almost very beautiful body. Jacob's is just better but this one is okay. Aileen translated. "2 o'clock," she whispered before swallowing the vodka.

Percy says accepting her before swiping left again. The next image to pop up was that of a very handsome guy in a suit, his hair well palmed, silky, and shiny with a side parting. The guy looked gorgeous and seems to spend a lot of time on his appearance because everything on him screams money and his code name seems to suit him well, Billionaire, an alpha.

He’s the best security system money can buy. I tell Caesar goodnight and he goes back outside to hunt. I climb the stairs and take a quick shower before bed but when I lay down all I can think of are two grey stormy eyes. And that kiss? Holy fuck that kiss. His curly dark hair wet. His killer muscular chest and body. Like a Greek god fighting in the rain. His chiseled face and chin. His smile. Is dark husky voice and laughter. His sexy masculine smell with a mixture of woodsy tobacco and natural testosterone.

My breath hitched, and I stared into his eyes. "Why do I love you?" I breathed. He cocked his head to the side and touched my cheek. "Ah." I hissed, feeling my length enlarge and throb, and sparks shoot through my body. "Cause' I'm your mate." He smirked, and he looked sexy as hell. Sexy? Can a guy be sexy to me? Yes, cause' Stark was sexy, beautiful even. Fuck, he needs to stop touching my face, and touch me in other places.

At the age of 30, neither can see nor hear any rumors about his closeness to women. Eric who has a handsome face, a strong jaw, thick brown hair and a nose that is sharp looks very perfect. He hides his good looks by wearing thick old school glasses. Only those closest to him who pay attention to him intensely can see his good looks. His proportional body is always hiden in his office outfit in the form of expensive shirts and suits. At first glance it looks like an old man style. But Eric doesn't care, he is more comfortable because he won't attract annoying women who are only interest in his good looks and treasures only.