Thomas Brodie Sangster Nude Novels & Stories

“Did i also mention that chances the shoot is going viral is low?, almost nobody knows you. Or thomas, so this is your chance. If i were you, id be thankful.” I sunk deep into my seat. “Great.” I winced. “Alright shall we ?” Mr Hosea coordinated. “And , please bring thomas in.” At this point, i was done correcting him on Lucas's name. Just then, Lucas walked in. Bronzed to perfection with pixie looking dust. And being Lucas, He stole the attention. Id say he looked breathtaking, but that wouldn't matter. He had a single rose flower given to him, i assume thats supposed to lay in-between his folded lips.

She steps back slightly, fingers brushing the knot at her waist. “Then it’s time,” she whispers. And as the moonlight floods the room, Brooks unties her robe and lets it fall. BROOKS I untied the sash of my robe, letting the soft fabric whisper down my shoulders and pool at my feet. Cool air kissed my bare skin, as I stood completely naked before them, my breasts heavy and nipples hardening under their gazes, my pussy already slick with anticipation. Heath let out a soft, “Fuck,” his voice gravelly as his eyes roamed over me, devouring the swell of my hips, the dark thatch between my thighs, lingering on the way my skin flushed under his stare.

Thomas entered the room with firm steps, tension filling the room. The security guards hesitated for a moment, surprised by his sudden appearance. He looked directly at the man holding me, his eyes as cold as ice. “I said, let her go,” Thomas repeated, with a tone that brooked no defiance. The security guard holding my arm loosened his grip, but his hand was still shaking with uncertainty. “Mr. Braxton, she was filming you. That violates club rules, and-”

She's sending me a rambling, half-tearful, half-giggly update about how she blocked Marcus on everything and then immediately panic-bought three new plants she doesn't know how to keep alive. Hayden steps out naked, still dripping from the shower. Water trails down his chest, catching in the valleys between his abs, sliding over the brutal purple-yellow map of bruises that covers his left side. The worst of them—right over his ribs—are swollen and angry-looking, but the rest of him is... obscene. Broad shoulders, a tapered waist, thick thighs, and that heavy, half-hard length swinging between his legs like it has its own gravity. Even battered and limping slightly, he's unfairly beautiful.

He won't let Zach touch me! After a few minutes Brody pulls away, and I whimper in protest. He can't leave me! I need him! I try to pull him back to me, but he chuckles softly. "Shh... It's okay sweetheart. I won't go anywhere. I promise! I'm just taking off my shirt. You're naked," he blushes softly, pointing out the obvious... Which seemed to mean nothing to me at the moment. All I cared about was having him hold me.