Sexy Hairy Man Novels & Stories

A towering figure, tall and massive, walked with an air of intimidation. The man's physique was imposing, muscles straining against the fabric of his dark shirt. His skin was a tapestry of scars and tattoos, each one telling a story of a life lived on the fringes of society. This was Macho, a man known for his brutality and ruthlessness in the criminal underworld.

“The man who’s going to make you wish you had picked another woman to fuck with.” This wasn’t Xavier. I’ve really stepped into an alternate universe or a fucking horror show! The man before me was a demon, a creature, a beast! He wasn’t human, he wasn’t Xavier! I screamed as Xavier rushed forward, a deep growl vibrating up from his chest. I pressed my back against the wall and watched as he held onto the man’s arm, the one that was holding the knife and the hand that had been down my shirt, and ripped it from his body.

The woman's pussy clenched around the invading shaft, cum leaking out in thick ropes, only for another man to dive in and wreck her further. Footsteps behind me. Heavy, deliberate. A man—tall, muscled, with a shaved head and a cruel smirk—stepped into view in my peripheral vision. He was naked, his cock already rock-hard, thick and veined, curving upward like a weapon. But he didn't touch it. Instead, he dropped to his knees behind me, his hot breath ghosting over my exposed ass. "Watch the screen, slut," he growled, voice like gravel. "See how that whore gets her cunt ruined? That's what you're craving, isn't it?"

Dark and Sexy just cranked up the heat with his smile. Smiling, I pull out my order pad, “Sorry, I…” I’m cut off by Man Bun. “Come on, man. This is a diner. They don’t sell that kind of delicacy here.” The gorgeous guy rakes his eyes down my body. I don’t know why, but when Mr. Sanders did that to me this morning, it made me want to vomit. Mr. Man Bun just used a cheesy line and checked me out, but all I want to do now is go take a cold shower. Weird. I already turned down one threesome today, but I don’t think I would turn one down if these two are involved.

He cast the belt aside, gripped his cock and shifted his hips to jerk them forward in a mock and lewd fucking action. “Fuck the white slut. Fuck the white slut. Fuck the white slut.” The man, with his arms now held above his head like a prize boxer displaying his prowess, moved around behind the kneeling white bitch. His monster cock bounced and twitched both with the movement of his body and with the excitement pulsing through him. It looked a veritable weapon, a thick and hard truncheon of throbbing and menacing black flesh with a pink bulbous head where is rubbery foreskin had bulled back down the shaft. He knelt behind her to a loud cheer from the crowd and then grippedthe girl’s hips wi

His raspy voice barely echoed above the loud music when he spoke to me, “You must be Alessandra Scavelli, right?” “Yes, I am,” I replied, swallowing hard as I nodded. For some reason, this man in front of me gave me the creeps but I tried not to let not to let it show. Strength was everything in this world, because the wolves in this game wouldn't hesitate to chew and spit you out once they discovered you were a sheep. The man slowly climbed out of the pool, revealing his naked body, but never taking his eyes off me. I immediately turned away once I saw his proud, jutting cock but the thin, jagged scar across his stomach did not go unnoticed.

One stepped forward. “Hi, darling…We heard that you got horny and needed help to relieve” One of the men bent down to face him. A foul smell erupted from his mouth as he put on a devilish smirk. Tiger in black ink claws to his neck, with tar lined teeth revolting Suman. “Well, we need help to relief as well”

"Now, control is in my hands. Because you have ruined my fun time. You should replace it with your body." "Ah yeah, didn't you come to sell your body to me?" Alexander mocked as he walked closer to Cassandra. The man confidently showed off his naked body. Cassandra felt disgusted; she was disgusted to see Alexander's manhood hanging freely without a cover. 'Damn it, this crazy man has gone too far.' "Take off your clothes and quickly get into bed. I want to know how sexy your body is." Alexander stared lecherously at Cassandra while pointing his gun. "Um, I forgot. You come from a small town where the majority of people still adhere to norms. And I heard that your beloved boyfriend is also a

Bones cracked and reshaped and suddenly a man knelt náked in front of me. He was so tall. Covered in scars that told stories of fights he had won and lost. His cóck stood rigid between his thighs, thick and flushed and already leaking at the tip. His chest rose and fell in harsh pants. “Stop,” he rasped. His voice sounded like gravel dragged over silk. “I haven’t touched a woman in months. If you keep going I won’t be able to control myself.” I smiled slowly and spread my legs a fraction wider so he could see everything. My fingers dipped lower and pushed inside myself just enough to make me gasp. “I don’t want you to control yourself.”

A man on white buttoned down shirt, with no pants on which showed his bare lower body and part of his butts was standing in front of Sasha who was between two poles kneeling, her hands were cuffed on both poles, her legs tied and her mouth sealed as the man whipped her. "I love your attire." Calvin said his gentle aura making me feel calm. He was seductively gentle and even the way he handled my body the last time reflected his personality but he was far from it. He was the kind of dangerous man that'd make you feel safe only to reveal his true colours as a predating villain when you least expected it. He was that kind of man and I knew too well from stories that had been told about him. I g