Anthony Ramos Shirtless Novels & Stories

The door opened and I stood facing Damien. He looked tired like I had just woken him. But when he saw me standing in front of him, his face turned into something like surprise. “Anila?” He whispered. I bit my lower lip; this was the first time I had seen Damien shirtless, and I wasn’t disappointed. He had a nicely built 6 pack, which was insane to me because I didn’t know he was athletic. He wore pajama pants, but they were hanging off his waistline and left no mystery of what lay underneath.

"What are you doing in my robe?" Her eyes traced from his chest, wet and exposed, to the way the pink fabric barely covered his thighs. "Do I look sexy?" he smirked. "I bet you do. Take it off," she crossed her arms, waiting. Antonio shrugged. "Alright." Without a second's hesitation, he untied the robe. It pooled at his feet, and his hard bulge came into full view. Camila's eyes went wide. Her mouth dropped open, speechless. She shook her head, grunted, and just strode into the bathroom.

STAY AWAY FROM ANTHONY OR YOU WILL GET HURT' I blinked in disbelief, without thinking, I rushed downstairs, "ANTHONY! Anthony!” I searched every room for him until I saw him. He was shirtless, punching a punching bag, in what seems to be a home gym, he had his earphones in, so of course, he couldn't hear me, I admire his body, I loved how firmed his muscles looked, every detailed bone and muscle was sexy, his shoulders, his back, fuck! I miss him.

And there, in the kitchen, stood Anthony. No suit. No tie. Just sweatpants slung low on his hips and a plain black T-shirt swung over his shoulders. He was standing over the stove, stirring something with absent precision. While he was shirtless and looking like heaven on earth with six pack abs. I watched with rapid attention at his fluid movement and the flexing of his muscles with each movement made.

Crystal immediately covered her b*obs with her hand when Ramos chuckled, "It's not like I've not seen them." "You! Shameless." Crystal murmured and thought what to do when suddenly Ramos kept a shirt in front of her, "Wear it." Since he shifts every now and then, he carries his dress all the time. Crystal looked at him and said, "Don't you need it?" "I do but you need it more! I will wear the pants, and this shirt will cover you at least." Ramos said and Crystal immediately snatched the shirt and wore it in a minute when Ramos smiled and wore his pants before turning towards her as he knew she could run away anytime but there Crystal couldn't even walk properly because of the pain in her cor

But I like doing it. His sincerity takes my breath away. So I say nothing more. He eventually stands up, slowly removes his shirt, and enters the water behind me. His arms immediately pull me against his chest. I feel his heart beating against my back, his warm breath in my hair. — I love this, he murmurs. Feeling our two hearts against you. I remain silent because if I speak, my voice would tremble. ALEXANDRE

She wasn't exactly inexperienced with men, but the thought of seeing Antonio bare-chested made her stomach clench for some reason. Antonio glanced down at the blood-soaked fabric of his shirt before meeting Valerie's gaze. He hesitated for a moment before slowly lifting his arms, allowing the shirt to pull free from his body. As it fell to the floor, he felt the familiar sting of his wound, but he did his best to maintain a calm demeanor. "Thank you," Valerie murmured. Valerie couldn't help but stare as Antonio removed his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest and broad shoulders bared for her to see.

"I would like to start with you specifically. Don't be afraid to bare yourself." When the attention is on Alejandro, he just rubs his eyes and and shrugs. "I don't know where to start," he says plainly, hoping it will give him a free pass. "You can start with your shirt," Romo replies. What? All of us look at Romo with expectant eyes until we realize he's serious. Alejandro leans forward. "Excuse me?" "You can start with your shirt," Romo repeats, unfazed. "Usually that is the easiest article of clothing to take off. Then, the pants of course-"

It was a power play. “Kimberly!” Ramona’s voice was as smooth and sweet as honey, but her eyes? Ice. She stood beside Alexander, dressed in an ivory tweed embellished halter dress, her black hair pulled into a braid that fell over one shoulder. Alexander was in a navy shirt, sleeves rolled, casually leaning into the railing with a glass of champagne in hand. I forced a smile. “Ramona.” “You look beautiful,” she said. “Thanks,” I replied flatly, “You look... prepared.”

His warm breath made her skin tingle. Please let go of me, she thought to herself but didn't dare to say it out loud. He slowly removed his arm and faced her. She took a good look at him. He looked completely different from the office. He wasn't wearing his usual attire, which consisted of a suit and tie. Instead, he wore a plain black t-shirt with jeans which he paired with a fleece jacket. The t-shirt tightly hugged his body, showing every curve of his muscles. He had his sleeves rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms. Faith tried not to feel flustered. She knew Anthony was well-built, but it was hard to tell underneath the suit.