Beach Jules R34 Novels & Stories

While she rides his cock in pussy. Double stuff. Sara screams. Orgasms crash. Squirts soak his balls. They chain more. Cumshots link. Squirts follow. Bodies slick. Sand grits skin. Waves wash feet. The beach owns them. Friends no more. Just fucking. Raw and deep. Hours pass. Sun dips. They slow. Lie spent. Cum dries. Juices mix with sea water. Laughter returns. But eyes promise more. Tomorrow. Same beach. Deeper entanglement.

I probably will forget her name by this afternoon, but anyway. "Jules." She said, still sniffling. My lips lifted to form a smirk. "You did the right thing, Jules." She stared at me with wide teary eyes before looking away. Tristan could be an absolute dipshit when he got mad. I need to prepare some popcorn for the upcoming drama after we get back to Brooklyn. But before that, I had to convince my annoying brother to an alliance with the Russos. Leaning on the railing while holding a cigarette, I gazed at the view of the city from my hotel room on the twentieth floor. Miami appeared much more stunning during the night compared to the daylight.

Jones's smile broadened from ear to ear, he jumped into the water holding her in his arms as he surfs to the sandy beach. He lets Celine collapse on the floor. Jones's smile slowly transformed into a frown, “No one stayed to gaze at my victory.” He creases his brow. “Darn! How do I build my lost image when my crowd keeps disappearing” Jones kicks her. Bianca starts coughing out water, rolling on the floor. The white sand got on her suit, she crinkled her nose. “You lack manners, you dare dropped me in this itchy sand.” Celine drunkenly staggers.

"AJ, don't make Abuela tired!" Ruby reprimanded AJ for running away with something, while Mia pursued him. But it was impossible to make AJ stop, especially since his younger siblings were laughing joyfully at his antics. Elisa and Elena had just learned to walk, and they happily followed him around. AJ couldn't stop when he had such an audience. Mia seemed to be scolding him, but everyone knew Mia could never really be upset at AJ. Ruby had to step in, followed by Ed to watch over Elisa and Elena. Although falling on the sand wouldn't hurt, the beach had sharp rocks that could scrape them.

“Even after last night, you keep tempting me… driving me wild without even trying.” Aria’s blush deepened, voice soft. “Maybe I… just like seeing… you lose control.” Jules’ eyes darkened, possessive heat simmering under her calm exterior. “You’ve got a dangerous streak,” she whispered, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to Aria’s temple. “And I’m not letting you forget it anytime soon.” Aria’s lips curved into a tired, contented smile, leaning into the warmth of Jules’ embrace. “Good,” she murmured. “Because… I… I’m not going anywhere either.”

Chapter Two Dark hair, pretty tanned skin and spectacular hazel eyes. A taut mouth with a beautiful small scar at the corner, a stubble of hair at the edges of his well defined jawline which meant he had seen better days, and to crown it all up—a varsity jacket with the university’s model colors and a well outlined ‘B’ at the breast pocket.

I made it to Jules and Bear's dorm quickly and decided to just walk in, much like Jules often did to me. As I entered, I stopped in my tracks, door still in hand. Heavy breathing. Nipple rings. Skin... so much skin. I'd never realized Bear and Jules' room didn't have bunks, but larger queen size beds taking up most of the room. The nipple ring guy, the one I'd caught Jules with in the shower a few days before, was in Jules' bed with him. Jules' eyes were closed, mouth open to the ceiling like Nipple Ring Guy last time, clearly enjoying himself.

The cabin smelled like pine and old woodsmoke the second we pushed the door open. Jules kicked her boots off in the entryway, leaving them in a messy heap like she owned the place already. “Jesus, finally. I thought that drive was never gonna end.” Her voice was low and rough, the same tone she used behind the bar on Friday nights when she was cutting someone off. She stretched her arms overhead, the hem of her black tank top riding up to show the line that curved along her hip.

Jazmine's POV I laid back on the bed my gaze landing on Britt, the marijuana in my system increasing the beauty of my reality. I smiled as my eyes ran over her everything seeming more vibrant from her skin that shinned under the moonlight to her afro that stood with pride. My appreciative gaze fell to her legs before moving up once more to meet her lips, memorized by the way her dimples arose with each puff she took. "Babe," she called out and I looked up, focusing on her outstretched hand that held the blunt firmly towards me.

Rhett looked around the table at the extra-spicy buffalo wings, beef and spinach sauté, dark squid, and the dreaded blue cheese. His knuckles went pale around the fork, and his eyes clouded. He took up the squid and devoured it without making a face in front of three pairs of eyes. This was the first time in his life that he had ever eaten something so repulsive. "Not bad," Jules exclaimed with joy as he pushed the mango juice in his direction. "Here. Cheers." After giving Haley a serious glance, Rhett gulped down the juice while bobbing his Adam's apple. "Keep it up." Jules filled his plate with a piece of beef that had been dipped in red oil. "This one's the most tender."