Sebastian Croft Nude Novels & Stories

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.

“Half-naked. Hard as steel. Staring at me like you want to fuck me right against these windows for the whole city to see.” A guttural sound escaped him. In one swift motion, Sebastian grabbed her wrist, yanking her flush against his body. The robe slipped open at the top, her breasts pressing against his bare chest. His cock—thick, long, and rock-hard—throbbed against her stomach through his sweatpants. “God help me,” he growled, one large hand sliding down to grip her ass possessively, squeezing the soft flesh. “You’re going to destroy us both.”

Sebastian chuckles. ”There..” He murmurs and winks at me. Fuck he’s sexy. He slowly adds another finger and massages my prostate and I completely loose it. I tilt my head towards the pillows, my back arched and my mouth opening. ”Fuck you are breathtaking like this babe” Sebastian growls.

Zayne typed back quickly. “At least give me your address so I can come visit you.” Sebastian immediately video called him. Zayne lifted the phone in front of his face and burst into amused laughter when he saw Sebastian—who normally dressed like a luxury model—wearing nothing but a tank top, cowboy hat, and boots. “What the hell are you doing?” Zayne asked. “Walking the runway! What does it look like I’m doing?” Sebastian shouted dramatically while waving a sickle at the camera. “You actually enjoying that job?”

Fiona got down from his lap just long enough to pull the dress over her head, left only in black lace panties and matching bra. Sebastian stopped, looked, eyes dark with pure desire. “You are the most beautiful thing that ever existed,” he said, and it looked like he was going to fall to his knees right there. She smiled, naughty, and slid her hand down to her panties, took them off slowly, threw them on the floor. Then unclasped the bra and let it fall. Sebastian took off his shirt in one quick motion, pants and boxers went together. They stood naked, face to face, breathing heavily.

Lewd, explicit sounds of sex echoed through the air. On screen, two bodies moved wildly—grinding, bouncing, skin on skin. His grip on the phone tightened as recognition hit him. It was his brother. Naked. On top of a woman. Selene Arnaiz. They were completely lost in the moment—sweaty, passionate, oblivious. Rage exploded inside Sebastian. “Fuck!” He hurled the phone across the room. It smashed on the floor, breaking apart. He didn’t care. He lunged at Niu.

He wore an all-black tailored shirt, buttons undone just enough to reveal a hint of his solid chest. His features were sharp, almost sculpted, with sun-kissed skin that gave off a wild kind of charm. The masculinity coming off him was nearly tangible. But despite the high-end business attire, there was a kind of untamed energy about him that clashed-and somehow made him more intriguing. He leaned against the stone railing, a cigar lazily balanced between his fingers, watching the scene down below play out with some amusement. Sebastian Croft-showing softness to a woman? Now that was something you don't get to see every day.

Her other breast begged for justice as he brought it out and placed his mouth on it and his other hand massaging her other bud. Celestine closed her eyes and threw her head backwards, sweet soft moans left her mouth. Damien left her breast and kissed her hot lips again. He stopped suddenly and looked down at the panting little kitten under him. He removed his shirt and threw it away. His toned body was before Celestine's eyes. Something she had never noticed before. His sexy abs were before her and she was mentally counting them. His chest was broad and hard so were his muscles, there was no doubt that he worked out a lot. His muscles weren't to be exaggerated but they were just the perfect