Spider Man Tattoo Chest Novels & Stories

With a sense of reluctance, she began to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time. As she unfastened the buttons, Sofia's curiosity got the better of her, and she stole a glance at his chest. To her surprise, she caught a glimpse of something inked there. Curiosity turned into surprise and then awe as she continued to reveal more of the tattoo. Opening three more buttons, she pushed the fabric aside, and there it was, illuminated by the chandelier's bright lights. Her name was written on his chest, prominently displayed for all to see. It wasn't a small or discreet tattoo; it was big, spanning from the center to the left side of his chest. Sofia could only imagine the pain he must have endur

“It is okay to fall. You know why?” He shook his head, his attention fixed on me as I took a small bandage. “Because you have the courage to stand up again.” He nodded and looked at his elbow where I had applied the bandage. He gasped, “Spiderman!” “Yes, Spiderman. Just like him.” His grin was so wide, I could see the freckles splattered over his small nose and cheeks, his chocolate skin glowing. “Thank you, Miss! I will show this Spiderman to all my friends, they will be so jealous.”

Roberto still had his robe on, and Martina wanted to reach for his sleeve and roll it up when he stopped her. He untied the knot of his robe and removed it. Martina’s eyes fell on his naked muscular chest immediately. Her mouth slightly opened as she saw how beautiful his chest was. Starting from his sexy, plunging deep necklines, which he always covered, was with a small star tattoo. The horizontal orientation of his breast tissues was alluring. His nipples were small and they faced forward. Down his abdomen, were natural folds showing his abs. It was pleasurable to look at. Roberto noticed that Martina was lost in his beauty, and he felt proud of it. He laid properly making his pecs and ab

Jaxon looks at Mia with a gentle gaze that subconsciously brings out a red hue on her porcelain face. “Does he have a spider tattoo on his arm or palm?” Jaxon stood up and walked toward Mia until they were at eye level. Her eyes searched for something on Mia’s face, unconsciously making Mia lower her head, avoiding the soul-piercing gaze of the man in front of her. “He has a thumb-sized spider tattoo on the back of his hand,” Mia replied softly while showing her right thumb. Somehow Jaxon made her nervous. “Thank you, now wait at the pavilion. I still have something to discuss with you.”

Then he covered her with the quilt and kissed her forehead tenderly before leaving the way he had come. It was so liberating to stop fighting what he felt. He felt lighter. Stronger. At home, he went straight to his room. He took off his shirt and looked at his new tattoo on his chest: Silver, in its wolf form, with blue eyes and a purple lightning bolt. On his arm, he read aloud, written in the language of wolves: “Together we are strong.”

“Come back soon, okay?” “Okay,” she hung up then. “I’m going to town. Am I needed for anything?” I asked Mr Stark when he walked in. My eyes were glued to the tattoos littered all over his upper body. His left sleeve looked like a forest scenery of some sort. Right at the back, he had numbers, a date, with a tiny baby handprint. I wondered what they meant. “You can go,” he said his back to me. ***** | Emmanuel Stark |

He transfers his attention to my other breast as he gently lowers me onto his bed without his lips breaking contact. I want to feel his naked skin against me. I need to touch him. “You have too many clothes on Xander…” I complain as I try to undo his shirt buttons. He lifts his head and grins, shirt buttons go flying everywhere as he pulls his shirt apart to reveal his tanned perfectly sculpted chest….I reach out to touch him, I’ve never seen a man with a body like this before. He has a tribal tattoo covering his left bicep and chest and as my fingers touch his skin I feel his raw muscled strength. He looks at me as I run my finger over his nipple and down his chest over his six pack abdomen

That was all Abby could say. A woman who always has the ambition to be the best does not believe that the other person has a toned waist and a six-pack stomach. The triceps and biceps muscles are also clearly visible, thus adding to the manly impression of the man with blood type B. When looking at the chest, there is something interesting. There is a tattoo of a pair of black wings.

I spat, crashing my lips on his again. He let his arms loose from the arm rest, skimming up my thighs, fingers digging into my ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise. “Fuck,” I moaned out before I could stop. “Like that?” he asked, with that infuriating smirk on his face. I let out a shaky, breathy gasp, that was enough answer. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his tattooed chest. My fingers traced the ink— black roses, skulls and a sign you’d only see repeatedly on a mob. I rocked harder, feeling his cock twitch under me.

Then I heard the grunting. We followed the sound, and in the middle of the room, James had a man pinned down. My other bodyguards stood still, waiting. The man’s head lifted, his face drenched in sweat. His arm twisted, and that’s when I saw it—the tattoo. A spider with a woman’s face on its body. Our eyes locked. Dwayne stepped closer, his voice cold. “I’m disappointed.” The man started to pant, trembling under James’s grip. Dwayne’s lips curled. “I’m going to enjoy ripping out your bones.”