Vegeta Shirtless Novels & Stories

"I was just telling them what I saw, my love. Just a proud mate here." I playfully rolled my eyes at him before my hands reached for the hem of my shirt. I didn’t take my eyes off Aeon as I slowly pulled off my shirt over my head. His jaw clenched and his eyes dilated into full black, but I just winked at him, throwing my shirt off the ground, leaving me in just my sports bra, exposing my midriff. 'Relax, it’s as if they never see females wearing this.' I sent him a mindlink and his shoulders started to relax.

Wait, what the hell is Vitali wearing? Dear Gods, at least I have a reason for looking the way I do. He looks like some I*******m model’s personal trainer. He’s dressed in sneakers, black skin-tight athletic leggings, with black athletic shorts over the top. Also a black long-sleeved skin-tight athletic top with a camouflage grey athletic t-shirt over the top of that. He looks ready to do leg presses, not represent the pack. I can’t believe Eric let him leave like this. He could have at least put in some effort. I would have. 'To quote you a moment ago, can we just skip this crap and get to our woman already before I start ripping people apart? Because I’ll do it,' Axel threatens.

Her moan at my assault nearly became my undoing as my dick throbbed eagerly behind the zipper of my own jeans. “Veda, baby take off your pants. You are not excluded from any of this. Athea, sweetie, helps rid her of her shirt. Play with her perk little nipples.” I instructed both of them. Veda wasted no time ripping down her pants and standing before me bare from the waist down. Fuck they were gorgeous.

I replied stunned. -BACK TO PRESENT TIME- Shit this mini Versace shirt dress is uber short, it’s white, gold & black and very cute. But it looks like I’m just wearing one of his buttonup shirts and it barely reaches mid-thigh to cover my goodies. And these lace crotchless undies he insisted I wear ain’t helping, ugh. He’s wearing a gold short-sleeved buttonup shirt that’s open, white tank and black cargo shorts.

"At least throw this on? Open, if you like. Are you OK?" A slow, triumphant smile spread across his face. He took the shirt, slipping it on but leaving it completely unbuttoned, the singlet and shorts still fully visible, the shirt just framing him. "I'm okay, Boss," he winked.

Why is he shirtless? >Shirtless Salvy He turned his head and smiled at me. “Sorry my angioletto, I did not have a shirt on my gym bag.” My heart and my ovary jumped. I have this strong urge to run my fingers to his chest and abs again. “D-did I say that out loud?” I cover my mouth with my hands. He nods and chuckles, he gets back to cooking and I shamelessly stare at his body. His back has several scars and some of it looked like they came from deep wounds. Is his life always in danger? He looks strong but what if someone tried to kill him again like last time.

The suit's fabric embraced his form with precision, sculpting his frame in a way that conveyed strength and elegance in equal measure. The darkness of his attire was punctuated by a bold statement: a deep red shirt that accentuated his confidence. The top buttons of the shirt remained undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his tattooed chest. The inked patterns danced across his skin, a testament to a hidden side of him that few were privy to witness. The intricate designs told stories of his past, a tapestry of experiences woven into the very fabric of his being.

Nandita said and Naresh shook his head. ~~~~~ "WTH!" "Why are you shirtless again?" Adrita asked, eyeing him.

Nonetheless, it did not affect his attractiveness. Venom wore nothing but a pair of sneakers and ripped jeans that hung loosely on his hips, exposing his undergarment. Sweat ran down the side of his face, down his neck, down his chiseled torso, and beneath his pants, making me wonder where those liquids would lead. My mouth dried up, and something unexpected reacted inside my pants. "Fascinating," I murmured as my saunters turned to trots when I saw Venom raise his hand to one of his men.

The evening approached and Veda's heart raced as she heard the door open. Adyant walked in, his expression unreadable. He went to the bathroom without even glancing at her as if the moment they had shared in the morning meant nothing to him. As Adyant stepped out of the bathroom, shirtless. The only thing covering his lower body was a white towel. Veda's eyes roamed at him, taking in the sight of his muscular and toned chest dripping wet with the droplets of water.