Beach Jules R34 Novels & Stories

Beau, Learning Bri’s body became an obsession, a pleasure so great I felt I could now die happy, once her revenge was dealt. Her curves had steadily filled in since she had come to us. I was watching her ass cheeks escape the rear of her cut-off shorts while she bent over a tackle box in the boat, on a balmy December morning.

wasn't optional, so I was stuck standing in the corner of the living room, nursing a red plastic cup and watching the door. And then Jules walked in, and my brain completely short-circuited. He wasn’t wearing his usual oversized hoodies or team gear. Instead, he was dressed in a pair of black, skin-tight jeans that hugged every line of his legs, and a sheer, dark mesh top that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. You could see the lean, toned lines of his stomach and the faint dusting of hair on his chest through the fabric. He looked dangerous, he looked edible, and he knew exactly what he was doing. I gripped my plastic cup so hard the rim dug into my palm, telling myself to look aw

I tilted my head toward him, my hair brushing his jaw, and I felt his breath hitch just slightly. “Damn” he whispered, it was low but I did not miss it. The bass deepened. Then Work by Rihanna came on and I was a goner. My body began rolling towards the beat, my hips moving and my backside brushing against Mike’s front, and I he was packing an impressive size. Mike noticed immediately. His grip tightened, hands spreading over my hips, thumbs pressing in as if to ground himself. I can feel his smirk against my shoulder. “You’re trouble,” he murmured.

I had felt floaty for the rest of the evening, working the rest of my shift in a happy daze. Dom’s phone chimed, and he pulled away from me. Reaching into his back pocket to pull his phone out. “It’s Derrick.” “Probably wondering where you are?” “Yeah.” He said, tapping out a message before pecking me on the cheek. “Remember, beach, sundress. Seven o’clock.”

Intrigued, I inserted it into the player and settled down on the couch. As the black screen came to life, showcasing a breathtaking beach scene, I felt a surge of emotions inside me. It felt like I was getting a glimpse of Jasper's past, and I couldn't wait to discover what other treasures this disc held. The sound of Julie's laughter echoed through the room, and my heart skipped a beat. The vacation video showed her frolicking on the sandy beach, with Jasper chasing after her with wild abandon. His love for Julie was evident in every glance, every touch, and every gesture. They were the perfect match, a true picture of perfection. It didn't make sense why Julie would leave Jasper for someon

M. Inside the cramped shop, they paid. The guide directed them down an open trail and onto a busy beach where they waited for his colleague to bring the jet skis around. It took some getting used to, but eventually, the two of them were buzzing around on them like it was nothing. They stayed far away from all the beach-goers, enjoying a slice of paradise all to themselves. Jade tilted her head back and gleefully screamed into the air, letting the wind whip her hair in all directions. She laughed and then throttled the gas even harder. From the corner of her eye, she watched as Marissa, stationary, snapped photos of her. It was too soon before their hour was up, and they had to return them. I

He pounded into my pussy, his hands now bracing himself on the floor, his muscles rippling with every lunge. I felt my third climax hit me like a freight train, my internal muscles clamping down on him as I convulsed. He followed me over the edge a second time, his guttural roar echoing across the private beach as he filled me once more. I lay there, limp and spent, my skin feeling raw and alive. The sun was starting to dip lower in the sky, casting long, golden shadows across the deck. Julian pulled back, but he didn't move away. He stayed between my legs, looking down at the mess we’d made.

Jeremy didn’t react, eyes fixed on the road, hands steady on the wheel like he was transporting something fragile and dangerous at the same time. “That reaction right there,” I added, leaning back into the seat, “is exactly why I brought you.” “Shut up,” she shot back, already pulling out her phone. “Today is about healing, growth, and draining billionaire funds.” “Your version of healing is expensive.” “My version of healing works.” And it did. Somewhere between the third store and the fifth, Jules decided she had had enough of my “boring look,” as she called it, dragging me into a high-end salon without giving me a chance to argue.

“The way she just sorts of slides away into misery.” “Yeah,” Heath sighed heavily thinking of Happy Charlie. Jules reached out and gripped Cameron’s shoulder, as close to a hug as the alpha got, before opening the driver’s door of his Ute and swinging himself in. Cameron stood and watched as Jules reversed and left the Estate before sighing heavily, putting his hands in his jeans pockets, and scuffing the toe of his boots through the gravel leaving tracks and kicking up dust as he made his way back to them. “All good?” Rhett asked him.