Sebastian Croft Nude Novels & Stories

Not being able to hold back anymore, her hand went down to fumble with his denim shorts, trying to pull them down just enough to reveal his shaft when Sebastian stopped her. "Clothes off. I want all of your clothes off." He panted, enhancing his point by tugging on her bikini top, almost as if he wanted to tear it away. Fuck, he couldn't get any hotter, sharing her likes in exhibitionism? The thought of any of their friends watching them or walking in the middle of their session gave such a heated rush to her being. She gripped the hem of his white tank top, sleeveless and practically useless because it covered nothing. She helped him remove it, throwing it to the side. Her fingers grazed th

not that he cared about beauty personally, because to him the only attractive thing about her was between her thighs. Sebastian stops in front of the brown oak door that leads to his brother's room. he doesn't bother knocking before pushing the door open and walking inside. and to be honest he should have probably knocked because then he wouldn't have received the shock of his life." what the..." the girl his brother was holding so intimately Snaps her eyes open in panic. she shuffles back violently while shoving Shane away, desperately reaching for any available clothing to cover her nakedness. Sebastian's eyes were nearly bulging out of his head in shock. his eyes were transfixed on the wo

As she struggled to get back to her feet, she saw a tall, bald man with a burly build and scarred body heading in her direction with a look that didn’t settle well with her- that of a pervert. “You… who are you?” “Woman, I’m Sebastian Grooks, a professional rapist!" he proudly disclosed. "What?" she asked with a terrified tone. If only she had hands, she would have used them in retreating. "Don’t worry, even though I’ve been locked away for 15 years, I haven’t become rusty. I’m very ‘gentle’ with frail women like you,” he smilingly said but she began to frantically shake her head in apprehension.

Christine Cold water drenched me, my nipples instantly retracting and hardening all at the same time. Coughing, my hands reached out, trying to either push away Wyatt or move the smoke that had enclosed me. Instead, Sebastian's warm body was already in the tub, pulling me away from the cold waters. He was drenched, head to toe, in his pants, dress shirt, and vest, his eyes widening as my fingers gripped into his shirt. Hell, even though I was scared to death right now, he was still the sexiest thing alive.

he whispers against my mouth. I lift off of him and pull the blanket down so that I can see him. He had shifted during the fit so he’s completely naked underneath. I look down and my mouth goes dry. This man is built like fucking Adonis. I had felt his muscles through the sheet, but seeing them is completely different. Pecs, a “v” line, thighs that look like tree trunks, and a thick cock that’s already dripping and ready for me. Fuck! Sebastián chuckles and my eyes drag up to his face. “If you look at my body like that every day for the rest of our lives, I’ll be a lucky man.”

Cupping my breast, a silent offering to him, I declared, “You’re all talk and less actions, Sebastian. Why don’t you show me what you’ve got? Pacify the ache inside me.” Sebastian pulled away. Already missing his warmth, my hands were about to pull him in but stopped mid-air. Sebastian stood on his feet, took down his underwear, and kneeled in front of me. One of his hands traveled to my tummy until it rested on the mound between my legs. “You’re already wet here, wife,” he commented, his eyes in awe. Was I embarrassed? No. Only a few things would humiliate me right now. I was naked, but I did not feel any cold. My body was burning with fire.

Not a single square foot of it had been untouched over the years. Sebastian was in the center of the sparring circle. He was wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a tank top. His body was every bit the warrior that he was planning on becoming. Broad shoulders, rippling muscles, and defined abs. Thus, it was why he was Dark Moon’s heartthrob. Many she-wolves panted after him, but not all made the cut.

A definitive sound. I walk to the adjoining bathroom. The lighting is harsh, unforgiving. Everything shines too brightly, as if nothing has the right to die there. I turn on the tap with a brutal gesture. The water gushes out, violent, continuous. I stare at the jet for a moment, unable to think, unable even to breathe. Then I fall to my knees. Like a death blow. And everything comes out. Everything. I hold nothing back. The sobs tear me apart, uncontrollable, primal.

I pulled it out and saw a notification that Sebastian had posted on his story. Yep. I followed him on every social media account now just to make sure I didn't miss anything he posted. I opened the story and a it was a picture of himself at the gym, shirtless, with a pair of battle ropes in his hands. He only wore navy training shorts. His skin glistened with sweat, every muscle in his arms, shoulders, and chest tense from the workout. "Damn..." I muttered under my breath as my eyes shamelessly wandered over every inch of him.

He asked and I was stunned by the question. My eyes quickly went down to the magazine and saw that the page had turned to the other side which I was yet to read. The picture there had a hot-looking half-naked man in a Calvin Klein boxer. He was advertising the fashion company by putting on Calvin Klein boxers. His name was Sebastian Audrey, a famously known call boy in California. He fucks both men and women because he was a Bi-sexual, and he got good pay at the end of the day.