Sinclair Daniel Nude Novels & Stories

LYRA I am here, nestled against his shoulder. My breath matches his rhythm. This moment is fragile. Suspended. As if a mere nothing could shatter it. And the nothing comes. The phone vibrates. A shiver runs down my back. I reach out, reluctantly. The screen lights up. Daniel. His name appears in bright white letters, luminous, almost arrogant. I say nothing. But I feel Alexandre's body stiffen beneath me. He turns his head slightly.

If he was thinking about me the way I was thinking about him — filthy, desperate thoughts that made my nipples tighten and my clit pulse with need. A soft knock at my door made me jump. My heart slammed against my ribs. It was late, well past midnight. I glanced down at myself. The t-shirt barely reached mid-thigh, my full breasts loose and heavy beneath it, nipples clearly visible. I should have thrown on shorts or a robe, but something reckless in me didn’t. I padded barefoot to the door and opened it just enough to see him. Sinclair stood there in the dim hallway light, wearing only black gym shorts that hung low on his hips. His torso was still slightly glistening, as if he had just fini

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?

The plea in his eyes turned into raw terror. "Y-You saw that?" His voice was barely audible. "I did," I calmly replied. Zane went as pale as paper. He tried to stand, only to collapse back onto his knees. He scrambled to explain. "Listen, Sadie! I-I was just trying to brush her off. I didn't mean any of it! "I saw her as you, and I-I was just acting!" I ignored his hollow excuses and found them utterly pathetic. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled my phone out and held it up to his face.

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.

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.

My phone chirps, and I see a message from Sinclair. Stop bothering me – I found better company for the night. Then, immediately following the text, a photo appears. Sinclair is naked in a strange bed, his eyelids heavy over a sultry stare, his clothes from this evening slung over a nightstand. And there beside him, naked as the day she was born – is Lydia. _____________________

He looked like he was adjusting a camera so it would face the bed, the very one next to the leather chair he was sitting on. Sinclair’s breath hitched when the video soon revealed a brown-haired woman lying naked on the bed. He swallowed as he continued to watch himself kissing the woman, passionately at first, before the kiss became rough. Then he rolled on top of her, smacking her ass and pushing in as the woman cried out. The sound of their skin loudly lapping together as he thrust harder echoed through the room.

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