Sebastian Croft Nude Novels & Stories

“How else am I supposed to clean you? Haven’t you noticed how bad you smell? If you don’t get cleaned up soon, you’ll end up with bedsores.” Sebastian fell silent for a moment, then begrudgingly propped himself up and began unbuttoning his shirt. “I’ll do it myself,” he muttered. He hated the thought of anyone touching him, even for something as mundane as this. Caitlin turned away to wring out the towel, and when she turned back, she froze momentarily. Sebastian’s upper body was now exposed, revealing his toned chest and perfectly defined abs. His physique was nothing short of remarkable, a testament to years of rigorous training.

While bending a little came in front of him from the space between his body and the wall. She shivered after feeling the chilly water, but she ignored that thing and cupped his face with her both hands. Sebastian, who was standing with closed eyes, opened his eyes after feeling a touch on his face and looked down. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, we all can’t see you like this,” Swara said on which Seb said nothing just kept staring her with blank expressions. “4 years old Sebastian Knight was the sole reason for his mother’s brutal assault and murder,” Sebastian said with blank expressions on his face.

My head was at Sebastian’s crotch and I knew what he was going to say before he even said it. “While you’re there baby”. I tutted at him, trying to fight my grin. Keeping a stern face expression, I pulled down his tracksuit bottoms and boxers, his erection nearly taking my eye out. I looked up at him as he took his jumper and T-shirt off in one. My mind remembered Blake was next to me and I pulled him closer by his thigh, rubbing my hand over his own erection. My other hand went to the base of Sebastian’s dick, gently moving it up and down. He got even harder in my hand and I felt Blake sit up behind me as I dropped my mouth over Sebastian’s dick. Blake put his hand up my top, undoing my bra

He had an amazing face, well crafted out of god's hands. I opened the room door and there was this black woman that was loaded everywhere laying completely nude on the bed looking all good and sexy. "Hi", she said sweetly waving at us. "Hi", Sebastian said getting to his feet and walking over to her. "You look lonely, need some company?", he asked. "Yes please", she said in this alluring tone. She got off the bed and pushed him on it, taking off all of his clothes slowly. It was so exciting to watch.

Now the idiot wouldn't make her hear the end of it. "No, you were staring at my abs. Never seen a guy shirtless before?" Sebastian teased. "Oh please," Charlotte scoffed. "My brother has a more attractive body than you and I have worked with countless shirtless guys before so don't let it get to your head," Charlotte retorted. It worked as the smirk on Sebastian's face got wiped off completely. He didn't know which one he hated most; the fact that Charlotte compared her brother or the fact that she had worked with guys who were shirtless. Definitely the latter!

Nauseated to an incredulous extent. The first in the next series of photos shows Nichole with her hand on Sebastian's chest and her mouth pressed against his. All I wanted was to make her hurt. In the following photo in this set, Sebastian and Nichole are seen greeting strangers. While Nichole hugs a woman, Sebastian smiles and seems to chat with a man. Sebastian positions his arm over Nichole's back in the final image of this collection with the couple from the previous photo. The guy appears content, while the unidentified woman looks joyful.

When she stood naked in front of him, Sebastian’s eyes moved over her body with calm, thorough attention. “Beautiful,” he said simply. “On the bed. On your back. Arms above your head.” She climbed onto the mattress and lay back, stretching her arms up. Sebastian secured soft cuffs around her wrists with practiced ease, checking the fit with two fingers before attaching them to the headboard. The position left her exposed and unable to hide. He rested a hand on her ankle. “Color?” “Green.” “Good.”

He grabbed my breast under a bruising hold, painfully pinching my nipples and his other hand harshly parted my thighs and thrust his fingers inside my hole. Unexpectedly a moan slipped past my lips this time. I had not expected myself to enjoy his touch but my body seemed to have a mind of its own. My back arched and my eyes rolled to the back of my head, the surreal feeling made me forget everything for a while. Sebastian's voice brought me back to reality, "You can never escape from the pain. NEVER." He opened his trouser, and his cock set free. Maybe this was the first time I have got the courage to look at it and to be honest I was flabbergasted.

King Sebastian just walked in from the bathroom, but she's so scared of looking at him. "Come here," His hoarse voice echo in her head, and she quickly stands up to her feet. She glances at him sitting on the edge of the bed with just a black towel wrapped around his waist. It's her first time seeing him naked, but admiring his perfectly built abs and the broad chest is the last thing on her mind. Why should she admire her parents' killer? "My shoulders hurt. I suppose you know how to massage?" He asks, and she slowly nods her head.

Viola’s wrists were still tangled in the sweater. She struggled uselessly for a second. Sebastian noticed. In one quick, almost impatient motion he freed her arms completely, tossing the sweater aside. Then the lace was gone too—peeled down her thighs and off. She was completely naked beneath him. Sebastian sat back and looked at her. His gaze traveled slowly, thoroughly, from the messy hair and kiss-swollen lips, down over the marked collarbone and flushed breasts, the soft stomach, the neat thatch of hair between her legs already glistening with her arousal. He looked like a man who intended to devour every inch.