Nathan Webb Nude Novels & Stories

"We'll do other rodas in the bathroom, child. The night is still young. Luke's eyes widened, but he let himself be guided to the bathroom for the other rounds. ***** The slight caresses that were directed towards naked abdomen were the only thing that made him wake up from his pleasant sleep. He opened one of his eyes to realize that Nathan was looking at every part of his body, especially his abdomen. Remember everything that happened the night before as if you had been in an erotic movie. He opened the other eye as soon as Nathan's touch stopped above his navel. "Something happens? "he asked, scaring Nathan. "No, nothing. You have to have breakfast. One of my friends or rather my best frie

“Oh, yes, Mr. Walker. I am a very dirty girl.” A tiny shudder wracks my body. “Very dirty.” While I watch, he slips his hands beneath the waist of his jeans and nudges them until they pool at his feet. A quick flick and he’s completely nude before me. And his dick is huge. Oh shit. He’s long and thick, the head an angry, aroused red with droplets of pre-cum gathering on the tip. I lick my lips, wondering what he tastes like. Hell, I’ve never done that either. But later. After he fucks me. A few times. Mr. Walker grasps his shaft at the base and strokes himself up and down his length.

I gasped and turned to grab a dish towel, but it was too late. Nathan was leaning on the doorframe, sipping water from a glass. His eyes dragged down my body. Slow. Dark. “Nice view,” he said, voice thick. I froze. He didn’t. He stepped closer. And smirked. “Didn’t think Daddy kept something this pretty hidden at home.” My lips parted to say something—anything—but I had nothing. Then he reached behind me. My breath hitched. He plucked a small bit of thread from the back of my robe. “Relax. Just this.”

naked, mascara streaked, dried cum flaking on my thighs, hickeys everywhere. Nathan is already half-dressed, looking wrecked and smug. “Morning, sunshine,” he says, voice hoarse. “We should probably sneak out before security does rounds.” I flip him off, but my pussy throbs when he smirks. Monday morning we pretend it never happened. We last exactly forty-three minutes. He walks into the marketing with that same cocky grin and corrects my numbers in front of the whole team. I wait until the meeting ends, grab his tie, and drag him into the emergency stairwell.

That was enough. But now Adin standing next to Alex… the same jawline, the same way the hair fell, the same faint scatter of freckles across the nose. It wasn’t just similar. It was identical. The internet had seen it too. That’s why the photo went viral. People assumed Nathan had a secret family. Someone knocked on the front door. Sarah went down slowly, opened it. Nathan. Still in his suit, face hard. “I’m here for Alex,” he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “And yes, the photos are disappearing. My teams can’t keep up. Someone is scrubbing faster than anyone I’ve ever hired could. Was it you?”

The tree trunk behind her seemed to fade into the background, its rough bark a stark contrast to the smooth, perfect skin of Nathan's chest. As she broke away from the kiss, her eyes fluttered open, drinking in the sight of Nathan's half-naked form. His shirt lay discarded on the ground, revealing a broad, wide chest that seemed chiseled by the gods themselves. His abdomen was a masterpiece of muscle and sinew, each ridge and curve perfectly defined. The lady's hands seemed to move of their own accord, tracing the contours of Nathan's torso, feeling the smooth, perfect skin beneath her fingertips.

"Okay. Do you want on-location or at the studio set?" Ingrid couldn't hide her excitement. "On-location sounds nice." Cade turned to Noah, who was behind him, with a grin. "Noelani, do you want a new nude photo?" Ingrid looked at her boss. "You have a nude photo, sir?" she asked, smiling. "I wasn't nude," Noah said, embarrassed, narrowing his eyes at Cade. "Why did I let you guys convince me back then?” "He was wearing skimpy swimwear," Cade told Ingrid. "The picture is on my I*******m; do you want to see it?"

“You’re just bluffing. There’s no way you have evidence that I slept with you.” Her voice trembles, and even Beth notices. Nathan pulls out a phone, his thumb flying across the screen. With one final tap, he plays a video. Beth feels her soul leave her body the moment the screen shows her mother’s unmistakable back view. Her arse is clear to the camera as Nathan’s dick slides in and out with loud slaps of skin. “You like that?” Nathan’s groan echoes from the speaker. “Yes, give me more!” Miranda’s voice follows.

Nate says, nodding towards the hot tub before taking a sip from his beer. “Yeah... no thanks. I’ve had enough embarrassing exposure this year,” I say, shaking my head. Nate nods slowly. “Oh, those photos... yeah, I didn’t see them.” “Oh... so you are the one... the odd one out who didn’t see,” I am kind of happy he hasn’t seen them. “If I had, you probably still wouldn’t have anything to be embarrassed about,” he says with a small shrug. I turn to look at him. “Holy shit... was that a compliment?”

The first video wasn't footage of me losing my temper. It was surveillance footage of Nathan at an exclusive private club, surrounded by women on both sides, laughing as he enjoyed himself. He had an arm wrapped around two heavily made-up women, laughing without restraint. "That crazy woman Quinn? All I have to do is shed a few tears, and every share she owns will end up in my hands." The floating comments froze. Then the second piece of evidence appeared. Nathan's search history after his HIV diagnosis. [How long can HIV survive outside the body]