Sinclair Daniel Nude Novels & Stories

Sebastian Blackwood. Holy hell. Water droplets slowly slid down his bare chest as he descended the stairs calmly. His dark wet hair looked slightly messy like he had just stepped out of the shower moments ago. A white towel hung low around his waist. Very low. My throat instantly went dry. Dear God. I had always known Amelia’s father was attractive. Actually, attractive was an understatement. The man was dangerously handsome. Tall. Broad shoulders. Sharp jawline. Dark intense eyes. And now standing in front of me half naked?

Naya was curled against me, her breathing slow, her arm draped over my stomach like she trusted I’d still be there in the morning. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I eased away just enough to reach it, careful not to disturb her. The preview alone made my pulse jolt. When I opened it, I saw a dozen photos and one video. Naya, On my lap in the back seat of the car. Her blouse half undone, my hands gripping her hips like I owned her. The angle left nothing to the imagination. Underneath, the text: Your move. — D A muscle jumped in my jaw. Not because I was shocked Daniel had the picture. I wasn’t. I knew exactly how it got taken.

However, I was close to losing my sanity with each groan that resonated in the room. I backed against the wall with my hands clenched at both sides. When I heard him mention my name again, my hands trailed to my boobs, and I began to massage them gently. I envisioned his face as I pinched my nipples, my left hand unbuttoning my skirt buttons. It dropped with a silent thud, and I quickly freed my boobs from its confinement. I began to fondle them, my other hand rubbing my clit with insane speed. "Not enough... Fuck, not enough..." I let out breathlessly, my eyes shut tight as I continued to rub my clit.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

She blocked the view from the rest of the club as she knelt down, her intentions clear. "Let me show you what I can do," she purred, her fingers working on his zipper. Joshua leaned back, a smug grin spreading across his face. "That's right, baby girl. Show me how badly you want it." She freed his dick from his pants, her glossy lips parting as she took his dick into her mouth. Joshua groaned, one hand tangling in her hair while the other continued to pleasure the second woman. The blonde kept kissing his neck, whispering dirty promises in his ear.

Sinclair said looking at her surprised. "Really? Well I am a nervous wreck! I never said it in the past because I didn't want anyone to know one of my weaknesses.” Brielle said quickly to cover up. "So now I know one of your weaknesses right?" Sinclair asked. "Yes, and that's the only weakness you will ever know.” Brielle replied smiling at him. "You know there are times when I feel that you are not the Natalie I know and that I keep doubting if you are the same Natalie I know." Sinclair said looking so serious.

Fifteen minutes later, when Daniel came out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel hanging loosely around his waist, Sawyer was already sprawled on the king-sized bed – stark naked. His arse was raised up in the air invitingly, a white pillow beneath his shoulders as his eyes lit at Daniel’s every motion. The Alpha decided to be a cruel tease, cupping his cock through the thin towel fabric and chuckling as the hunger in Sawyer’s eyes grew. The omega whimpered now. “Please. I need you in me so bad.”

I leaned in, my eye catching the gap. Daniel was sitting right there in his big gaming chair. But he wasn't playing anything. His pants were kicked down all the way to his ankles, bunched up around his sneakers. And there was this girl, some blonde I didn't recognize kneeling right between his thick legs. She was completely naked, her back arched so far I could see the bones of her spine. From where I was standing, I could see everything. Her ass was pushed back, and I could see the pink wet lips of her pussy staring right at me. She was busy. Her mouth was buried on Daniel’s cock, moving up and down in a fast, messy rhythm. I watched the way her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked, the wet, s

I promptly swallowed my tongue. Holy hallelujah. Sinclair Donovan-Wells was naked in front of me. Entirely naked with not a stitch of clothing on his person and he was perfect. He looked like something some extremely skilled artist had carved out. But the centre of attraction was the semi-hard, long and thick member jutting out from his groin. "If you keep looking at it like that, I won't be responsible for what happens next." He growled. I raised my head slowly till my eyes met his. The air snapped between us with tension and electricity. I clenched my thighs as I felt my pussy pulse with eager heartbeats.

(Noah's POV) The air in the sauna was heavy, hot; like really hot; and thick enough to make me forget how to breathe properly. I have never been in a freaking sauna before. Daniel leaned back against the wooden wall like he owned the heat itself, towel hanging low on his hips. His skin glistened, gold and dangerous under the orange lights. He looked like the kind of man who could talk his way into heaven and charm his way out of hell. I sat across from him, trying very hard not to fidget or stare at the water bead rolling slowly down his collarbone.