Timothy Champagne Nude Novels & Stories

I heard the footsteps first, smooth like he was gliding through. It seems like my buyer for the night has arrived. I stood up instinctively, my heart starting to pick up again as the figure walked into the room. For a moment, he was just a shadow, the light not fully reaching his face yet. Then he stepped forward, and the light hit him. I stood still as his name hit my brains before the realization fully settled, my chest tightening as my mind tried to catch up. I knew that face. Everyone who fucked at the fucking club did. ‘Rafaele Moretti, the king of the underground.’

“Hey Tim.'' Kelvin greeted, and he didn't respond. “A bottle of whiskey.'' He ordered, “Yes sir.'' Sonia replied and went for the drink in the bar. She took the drink and kept it in front of him. I watched him pour out the drink in the glass and took a sip of it before he held my gaze. “Hi DOM Tim.'' I waved my hand nervously at him, but he stared coldly and looked away. I felt embarrassed and dropped my hand back. I saw a sub stood beside DOM Tim and I noticed she was new. I took a better look at her and realized she was the sub Sonia was talking about. I stared at her and noticed she was indeed beautiful, flawless white skin and well-pointed breasts. Even without wearing a bra, her breasts

But not only that, he took off the small, lacy, triangular garment that covered me next and got down on his knees between my legs. "Timmy." "Here's a good place to bite, don't you think? You may not have put your sin-scented moisturizer here..." He stops, looking away from my exposed mound to my face. "Cherry, right?" he says, smiling without showing his teeth. "Cherry liqueur?" I correct, barely able to hold his gaze. His smile widens. "Yes, cherry liqueur is right. Well, even if you haven't smeared your beautiful, delicate, wet and smooth pussy with smelly cream, it'll still be nice to bite, won't it?"

Beneath it, I wore a completely transparent cross-strap piece, leaving my body entirely exposed to the dim light. Timothy’s eyes widened, a breathless whisper escaping his lips: “You’re not even wearing anything…” I raised a finger to his lips. “Hush.” I walked to the sturdy, armless desk chair, mounted the edge of the table directly in front of him, and sat facing him with my legs spread wide across his lap. Without hesitation, I reached down, unbuckled his belt, and brought his thick erection free, sinking right down inside him. Timothy didn’t resist. He looked up at me with glazed, fevered eyes. “You will be my ruin, but I don’t mind. Finish me. Do whatever you please with me.”

Did she have feelings for him? So it wasn't just out of gratitude. Lucas also saw many pictures of Chelsey herself, mostly from three years ago. The more he scrolled, the more upset he grew. This was because there were numerous photos of Timothy in the latter part. A photo of Timothy painting, one of him fishing, making tea, writing, and even one of him eating ... The photos of Timothy far exceed Lucas'. The tiny bit of hope that had risen in Lucas' heart was crushed in an instant.

The photos showed Timothy entering private clubs, receiving expensive jewelry, and even entering the lounge of the private club with two wavy-haired women in his arms. The photos caused a stir in the audience and dropped a bomb on the media representatives.

Not to mention his powerful, perfectly proportioned body, revealed to her in its entirety. Timothy had the kind of muscle definition that resulted from hard work and a high-octane lifestyle. His chest was wide and hard, with just the right amount of crisp dark hair, tapering over a flat, corrugated belly and thighs thick with sinew. Chloe pushed her wet hair off her face and watched him roll the bar of soap in his hands, looking her over as if deciding where to start. She could have told him that certain parts of her were even now clamoring for his attention, but something told her that Timothy would work his way around to them eventually. He brought the clear, blue-green soap to his nose. I

A fire crackled in the stone fireplace, casting dancing shadows on the walls. "Drink?" Timothy asked, moving to a well-stocked bar. "I probably shouldn't-" "It wasn't really a question," he said, pouring two glasses of what looked like expensive whiskey. Nicole accepted the glass, noting how Timothy watched her every movement. The way he looked at her made her feel exposed, vulnerable, like he could see straight through her clothes to her soul. "You're wondering why I brought you here," Timothy said, settling into the leather chair across from her. "

Besides, the two little ones within her belly seemed indifferent to any inconveniences and were already expressing their discontent. Timothy stood beside the bed, his dark hair still slightly damp. Some of the shorter strands draped across his forehead, softening his expression and imparting an aura of grace and sophistication, reminiscent of a distinguished young gentleman. His bathrobe hung loosely, unveiling a well-defined chest. Mia couldn't help but observe a droplet of water sliding down from his chest, vanishing into the depths of his robe. As Mia glanced at Timothy before her, she found herself inexplicably swallowing her saliva.

BRITTNEY I feel like a pervert, watching Timothy through the security camera as he chops wood in his backyard. The way his muscles ripple across his bare chest and back make him look like a fitness model as he swings that axe. How could anyone not watch when they had the chance? The man is about as sexy a human being as possible, and I sit in my bedroom staring at the screen and trying to resist the urges washing over me. Of course, I can’t resist a damn thing. I never could.