Novel & Cerita My Beautiful Man

I'm delighted I lost my virginity to him, when his friend approached us in the club and told us the club owner wanted to see us I didn't want to get involved, but I'm glad I did. Basil caught my eye from the first moment I saw him, his black curly hair that became untamed as soon as I ran my hands through them, his light green eyes that were the same shade as the leaves of a flower blooming on a spring day. He had to be 6'4, a whole foot taller than my 5'4 frame. When he stripped in front of me I was gawking at his display of skin, his chest, his arms his whole body were corded in muscles, for a man his age he sure did keep his body in top shape. His chest and arms were covered in tattoos, s

However, in between the fun were three men with outstanding looks and dressed elegantly in their expensive suits. If anyone would dare to describe them, they will tell that they are like princes. One with a flirty but enchanting appearance, red hair with a charming smile, the other with some intellectual aura, though gentle and elegant. The last one, with a lonely and mysterious personality, though his beautiful face was like an oil painting, flawless. "Hey Dion, you came!" the one with red hair and an enthusiastic aura raised his glass of wine the moment Dion entered the room. The other girls gasped in delight as the man was not the same as a prince, but a King.

Is this heaven? "Good morning, beautiful," The man I'm staring at says; his voice is deep, rough, and incredibly sexy. I'm confident he can make a woman come undone by simply opening that darn mouth. "Did you sleep well?" I stop breathing, my throat already turning drier than the desert of Sahara. I'm confident I might suffer a heart attack. This man is drop-dead gorgeous. Honestly, he looks like a famous actor—definitely way older and grown-up than me.

he said, his tone dipping into that unnerving calm again. “There are people who love things like that — in extremities too.” I nodded slowly. So he wasn’t smuggling the girls. That felt… weirdly better. Not great, but better. Before I could say anything else, the heavy curtains parted — and two people stepped inside. The man was freaking beautiful, the kind of beautiful that shouldn’t be allowed in this kind of place. Dark hair, sharp jaw, eyes like he knew too much and cared too little. His suit clung perfectly to broad shoulders, and when he smiled — lazy, confident — it was pure sin wrapped in silk.

He is surely beautiful. I have never done this before, and I'm trusting my inner woman to help me. Gently, I wrap my sweaty palm around him and he groans falling back on the pillows. I swear, the man is gorgeous. The skin is silky smooth yet, so hard and pulsing. So fucking amazing.

Taehyung walked reducing the gap between making her heart beat increased and finally it come out of darkness and showed – A man near in his 23 – 24, wearing a black tax with red tie, he is looking some kind of handsome hank, I never thought this man will be this handsome, his eyes as if it holds dark secrets , a smrik plastered face which make him more handsome devil but his beauty is such a waste when a man is rotten from inside. He smiled "You could not even take off of your eyes on my face baby !!!! Few seconds ago someone said I am ugly...do you still see the same....." He always proud of him being handsome, dashing and when someone say him not being smart, it's simply insult a big insul

His hair is in a buzz cut style, full, noticeable eyebrows, long lashes, caramel skin tone, and a clean shave with a little mustache that makes you want to think about bed play. A dance to my favourite song, with an angelic man? I would love that. But who is this man? "May I?" He smiles cutely, ignoring how confused I look. He wouldn't bite. Just a dance, right? This could be just what I need, a dance to lift my mood.

I decided against asking if anyone had arrived before me and just instead sat patiently and by patiently, I mean if he's not here in ten minutes, the date is definitely over. Less than five minutes later, an average height man appears in front of me and I'm temporarily hypnotised by how great he looks. He looked mid-thirty, obviously the type that works out since his physique was beyond amazing and that face alone would make any woman fall at his feet. Let's not even talk about that beautiful smile he has on his face, he looked so overjoyed to see me and I partly found that strange. Did he know me? "Hi, I'm Tobi. You must be Omotayo?" he asked and I nodded in reply. "It's really nice to meet

Honestly, he was the silence promoter who was catalysing our relation without making his presence known. "But it's not time to think that you see I am impatient," he said as he pressed his lips on mine. I couldn't help but smile under his kisses. I wouldn't say, my man was a gentleman. He was devil, he was monster, he was cruel but love changes everything. He was my boyfriend. A beautiful beast who cannot be resisted. My boyfriend was a beautiful beast and now he is my husband. A beautiful beast husband and I love calling him that. My boyfriend is a beautiful beast... I mean my husband is the beautiful beast.