Spider Man Tattoo Chest Novels & Stories

“Now where's your sense of humor gone, my dear wife?” I then realized he was bare chested. I didn't even notice his body but now I did. He had a dark blue sweatpants on but his chest was bare. It was the first time I had seen him without any clothes on. He had a tattoo of black wings in his upper chest area and a small tattoo of a flying black bird at the side of his stomach. His body was chiselled and strong. His six abs was on full display and any woman in my place would have gushed and drooled over this piece of art but I knew not to even dare.

He watched me slightly stunned, and I think the expression also stamped my face, as I studied his own impeccable appearance. He wore a red shirt that looked as soft as silk, without buttons, but that opened in a slit with some good fingers below his chest, revealing a good part of his muscular and sculpted chest. There really was a tattoo on her tanned skin, which started right on the center of her chest and rose to the right side of her neck; on the bones of the breastplate, a woman with a turban and serene face, sitting with open legs that just hid the female nature with a blooming flower at the apex of her thighs, snakes spitting fire formed Lust in its drawn form. The pants were black, a

His voice broke the silence, and I froze in my tracks. He turned his head slightly, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “You can touch it. It doesn’t sting.” I hesitated, my fingers twitching at my sides. “Can I?” I asked softly. “Of course,” he replied, his tone calm and inviting. My hand moved almost on its own, reaching out to trace the lines of the tattoo. His skin was warm under my fingertips, and I couldn’t help but marvel at the artistry. But then, my eyes caught something else—a tiny inscription running down his spine vertically, just below the scorpion.

My hands go down to his chest, from the toned chest down to the hem of his t-shirt, I pull it and he quickly helps me by getting rid of it. I look quickly at the man between my legs with his toned torso and veins in his arms visibly stand out, the tattoo on his neck with the wolf stands out even more with the light layer of sweat on it while the ace of spades in its right It stands out for the colors that surround it. I look down at his tattoos on his arms while my restless hands touch his torso until my hand reaches the waist of his trousers and following his belt, I get rid of it quickly. I unbutton his pants while Raymond hides his face in my neck sucking it, which I assure will leave a m

Relief settles for a heartbeat—my pack is safe. “Rhett,” Laura sighs. “Tell me already, what the hell is going on with you?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” I glare at her. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to be alone.” I turn and head for my apartment. Inside, I strip off my clothes. I’ve been holding back from checking the stabbing pain in my chest. I turn to the mirror— And freeze. A tattoo runs across my back, down into my chest. A river of blue light twists into a crescent moon. Inside the glow, faint outlines of wolves howl and run, their forms made of mist and stars. The whole thing pulses like a living vein under my skin.

I drew closer to him and used my hand to caress the back of his head, pressing my boobs on his chest so hard that he couldn't resist. He paused for a while, looked me in the eye, a stern unreadable look, then he began to unbutton his shirt slowly. Button by button while I gently took off my bikini top as well, exposing my huge breasts to his handsome face. As he took his clothes off, I became more horny and salivated for him. He abs were thick and his chest was firm and huge. His arms were large and was muscular. He had a tattoo in on the left side of his chest. It was just a simple claw mark and beneath it was the name Clara imprinted on it.

“Yes, I like it—” “Good.” He yanks his shirt over his head and throws it, and then there’s the snake tattoo, god, that fucking tattoo. Up close it’s worse than I imagined: curving down his throat, spreading across his chest, coiling around his bicep in thick black lines that make my mouth go dry. I’ve imagined tracing it with my tongue more times than I’d ever admit. I hate myself for it. “Stop staring.” “Make me.” I reach out and touch the ink on his chest. He catches my wrist.

Her completely naked body was now facing her man’s view. “What’s the matter, baby?” She eyed him carefully up and down and her gaze stopped on his muscular chest. She starred at that part for a few minutes. On his chest had appeared a new black tattoo in the shape of the letter ‘S’. It was surrounded by nine different greek characters.

Like he was determined to feel every single second. We moved to the bed without deciding to. He stepped back and held my gaze as he unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time, no hurry whatsoever, and let it fall from his shoulders. Holy Goddess! He had a Broad chest, abs that made my mouth go dry, every line of him carved and defined and completely unfair. A wolf tattoo covered the left side of his chest, dark ink curling all the way to his shoulder. Damn! I was wetter just looking at him and I didn't even try to hide it as I stared at him hungrily.

She wrapped her hand around his thick vein covered shaft and there was a gap between her finger tips of about two inches! "I've heard that one before," he said as he stripped off his t shirt. His chest and abs were chiseled, and he had a large tattoo across his chest that said "SPIKE." I was trying to yell through my gag, but "George" just turned and pointed the pistol at me and told me to shut up. I was going crazy. I couldn't let this man fuck my helpless wife. I didn't know what to do, but after a couple more threats I resigned myself and became quiet.