Anthony Ramos Shirtless Novels & Stories

" he whispered into my ears before giving me a quick kiss and leaving. I remained in my position just tracing my now swollen lips with a smile plastered on my face. The moment was cut short by the sound of a knock on my door, I was about to say come in but noticed I was shirtless so I quickly picked it up my shirt that Anthony had tossed to the ground and put it on. "Come in." I answered while tucking it in. "It's time to leave." Julio told me. "OK." I nodded. I got my stuff and was about to leave when I finally noticed it,

Summer nodded emotionlessly. Now that she knew that Anthony, the scumbag, had even stolen Mason's gifts, she didn't even want to spare him a second glance. But… Why was Anthony wearing such a high-collared shirt in this heat? It was practically covering his whole neck. Summer gazed at Rose. Coincidentally, Rose was watching Summer, too. Summer instantly understood something. The corner of her lips curled up slightly as she raised an eyebrow. "Anthony!" she suddenly called out.

Antonio added. "Inform me when his ship will land on shore and ask our men to turn ship into different direction." Damien instructed. "OK sir." Antonio then went to complete his task. Damien looked at the photographs. There was a woman in a sapphire blue gown holding the arms of a smiling man who was wearing blue tuxe. On each side there stood two boys wearing the same tuxe as the big man. The boy on left had a cold, expressionless face while the one on left had a naughty smile.

“WOLVES!” I steal a glance over at them - totally by accident, of course. My eyes find Ronan almost instantly. He’s in that sleeveless training shirt that makes it impossible not to notice the way his shoulders flex when he moves. He wipes sweat off his forehead with the hem of his shirt, and suddenly, hello abs. Tight, tan, and carved like they’ve been sculpted out of arrogance and gym hours.

Take it off. Without hesitation, I got in the pool naked and swam next to them. Anthony was wearing a snug vest that well suited his body, making him float on the water. The same moving toys he had were in the pool as well, squirting water all over and doing a good job of entertaining him.

She sighed, now looking worn out. Kayla went rigid the moment she walked back to her bedroom, her heart giving several beats as she gazed at the shirtless man in black denim jeans sprawled on the sofa, his muscular form in full display, his gaze chastising her. Anthony's sudden appearance had her thinking where she erred this time.

Besides, a man like Anthony would never pick an interest in me. Anthony checked his wristwatch. “Don’t make me do it for you,” he threatened. He was just as possessive as the beast. My fingers reached for my buttons. I undid them. Showing Anthony my back, I stripped my body of my uniform, standing with just my bra and panties. I heard his feet move and I felt his presence behind me. He sniffed my hair a bit before speaking up. “You won’t be needing this,” his fingers undid the hook of my bra and I gasped, tucking in my air. He slipped my bra off my body.

It's a pleasant evening for both as one is admiring the beautiful sight which is available in front and the other one is enjoying the time of being admired. After a lot of denying and accepting games Ryan finally decided to give it a try and prepared himself to face whatever falls after this date. Somehow the conversation with Natasha helped him to figure out what actually he wanted to do rather than what he was denying to do. Ryan slipped into a crisp white shirt that clinged to his body like his second skin. Tucking the shirt inside black casual pants he left the upper two buttons of his shirt open letting his hairless smooth chest shine in reflection. Folding the sleeves till his forearms

Ben was incensed, "Since you're so confident, let's make a bet. Whoever wins keeps the clothes on, the loser strip and walk out!" Wesley didn't hesitate, "I'm in! Whoever lose and doesn't strip is a coward!" Soon, the tension escalated among them. Sensing it might get out of hand, Ramingo turned around, ready to intervene. However, Anthony raised an eyebrow. "This bet doesn't seem appropriate," he said surprisingly. The guy who usually let loose had spoken some sense today? Anthony rubbed his chin, "Pants should come off too." Ramingo sighed, "I knew it!"

She murmured as she drove away. At a snail’s pace, Selena and Samson made their way to the door but before they could open it, the door flung open revealing Anthony, a huge smile on his face as he stared at the two. Samson was standing hunched in a torn white shirt, covered in dried blood and dirt. His hair was a mess, swept haphazardly to the side. His black pants were in no better condition, torn, covered in concrete dust and dirt. His left arm was draped over Selena’s shoulders while his right covered his ribs. Selena looked no better than Samson. Her flannel shirt was ripped by what looked like claw marks all over the place, the front that was once tied together with knot had unraveled a