Nathan Webb Nude Novels & Stories

And before long, she was at his mercy. As she moaned loudly, Ben scoffed, "What a skank. Weren't you saying no a second ago? Guess your body's more honest than your mouth. Born a slut and acting like some chaste maiden, hah!" Nathan looked on, smoking a cigarette as he reached into his pocket. Finding yet another pinhole camera, he set it up in the room, linked it to his phone and streamed it live. [Shit, you really know how to have a good time!]

~Hannah~ It's either that darn witch has cursed me or her words are coming to pass. Because why am I feeling so freaking hot on a spring Monday morning? I leave the room and head to the swimming pool hoping to cool off. Behold a sight I wasn't expecting, but one that sets my body in tingles, greets my eyes. Nathan is in the pool, shirtless. He surfaces, his head above the water. He shakes his head, wet shiny hair drips water down his face. In a very rare picturesque moment, rays of sun appear and settle on his face, and for a moment, my breath hitches. He is fvcking ripped. Like he was born to be freaking hot!

Nathan burst out of his bedroom and the door slammed against the wall causing me to shudder at the scowl on his face as his eyes fell on me standing there in the nude. Nolan had hidden on the floor by the couch and gestured for me toward his brother. Running my fingers through my hair I moved the length to my back exposing my breasts. Next, I ran my hands up to cup them and used my fingers to pinch the nipples. I glanced over at Nathan to see his scowl deepen but his eyes were transfixed on my hands so It was working. “What are you doing, female,” he questioned me bitterly. I gestured with my finger to get him to move further from his room and sauntered over to the video game area and couch

Some of his hair was standing up like somebody had just run their fingers through it. Nathan was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts. His body looks toned and tanned in the dim light in the hallway. We stared at each other. I don’t know who was more surprised. Nathan to see me knocking at Nina's door so late or me to see him almost naked. Nathan recovered first. “Hi, Boss. It must be a significant problem for you to track me down. Is it the Taiwanese deal again?” Nina came up behind him, belting a tan-colored silk night robe. “Arthur…” Nina said, drawing the word out with a mixture of surprise and concern.

An hour later, it was done. Nathan was on the floor, shaking, humiliated. The guys left, paid and satisfied. I crouched in front of him, holding up the footage on my phone. "Recognize this?" His face was pale. "You're dead. You're both dead." Mike laughed. "Big words for a guy who just got wrecked on camera." I tapped the screen. "One click, and this goes everywhere. Your boys. Your family. The whole damn internet." Nathan's breath bitched.

Nathan squirmed in his seat, then stood up and went to lie on the bed. “Let me get more comfortable,” I purred. I grabbed the small tripod I had picked up this week and put my phone in it, and placed it on the bed. Then I stripped off my pants and panties. “Do you want a sneak peek of what will greet you on Monday night?” I asked Nathan. “Fuck yes, you know I would never say no to that,” Nathan groaned. I climbed up on the bed. Positioned myself so the tripod showed everything. I mean everything — the view straight up between my legs, up my chest, and to my face. Nathan literally had a front row view.

I want her to be as happy as today every day. Abigail asked: [Why are you not replying?] Nathan answered: [I just showered. I'm looking for my pajamas.] Abigail thought, 'He just showered and is looking for his pajamas. It means that it's possible that he's wearing nothing while chatting with me...' In Abigail's vague memory, Nathan had a great figure. A salacious scene inadvertently appeared in her mind. Long legs, tanned skin, an eight-pack... That image was too explicit. Abigail immediately shook her head. She wanted to shake that image out of her mind. But she could not control her brain. More and more images like that appeared in her mind.

"Not me. Isabella does. She's been showing it to people. Selective editing makes it look like.. more than it was." "How much more?" Blake pulled out his phone to show me the video from the hallway camera. Nathan enters Isabella's room at 11 PM. Leaving twenty minutes later. He returned at 11:47 PM but that wasn't the shocking part. The shocking part was Nathan leaving again at 4 AM... with his shirt untucked, tie loose and his hair rough. Looking exactly like a man who'd just had sex. "Oh my God." "It's not what it looks like," Blake said quickly. "Nathan says he fell asleep on her couch after

Completely naked. What the hell?

The artist leaves and shuts the door. “He is a wolf,” Nathan explains. “He can smell you too.” I give Nathan a guilty smile and remove my soaked panties. “Those were so uncomfortable.” “I love you wear skirts,” Nathan takes off his pants. “Move over here.” He motions me to the chair. I lay down and lift my legs. Nathan inhales deeply. He pulls a condom from his pants pocket before tossing his pants away. He is in me deep and heavy as I breath deeply.