Beach Jules R34 Novels & Stories

His headlights shine upon us and I pull back from the kiss, groaning at the interruption- even though I know I have urgent fucking business to attend to in the form of the three dead bodies lying on the pavement behind me. “Wanna take the Camaro and head back to the packhouse?” I ask Jules, stroking her cheek with a thumb. “This part’s no fun, and you’ve done more than enough for this pack for one night. Why don’t you go home and take a hot shower?” She nods in agreement, no doubt feeling as exhausted as she looks. Then she smirks. “If you’re quick, maybe you’ll get back in time to join me. I do hate showering alone…”

Cole is stretched out on a lounger, while Jude is sitting on the seat positioned against the parapet. The table between them is cluttered with beer bottles. Empty beer bottles. A lot of empty beer bottles. Neither of them notices me until I ask, “Did you guys have a party without me?” Jude smiles at me and beckons to me. “Hey babe. You were gone all day.” His face is flushed, but there’s only a bit of a lilt to his voice. He doesn’t seem as drunk as I thought he’d be given all the empty bottles. “You missed Jax,” Cole tells me. He sounds a bit spacey, but not too drunk either. He adds, “And Marvel.”

She glanced at Harriet, who was equally captivated by the beautiful scenery. "Larissa, this place is absolutely breathtaking," Harriet exclaimed, her eyes scanning the pristine shorelines and azure waters. "I can't believe it took me this long to come visit!" She said, Larissa smiled, happy to share this experience with her best friend. "I know, right? Miami beach is truly a gem. Let's find a nice spot to settle down and enjoy the day." she said, The group found a cozy spot near the water and began to set up their belongings. Juliana and Juliet hastily ran towards the waves, their laughter filling the air. Ruthie watched over them, ensuring they stayed safe while they playing,

As I was stewing in my frustration over Jim's choices and how I'd missed my shot, I heard a familiar voice. "Hey!" I turned and saw Jules skipping over to me. She had on a tight, sky blue crop-top and leggings that left nothing to the imagination. But what caught my eye first was her bright red lipstick, something I'd never seen her wear. "Oh hey, Jules, I'd been looking for you!" "Me too. Sooo.. the cops just showed up and are breaking this up…would you mind…driving me and my friend home? To be continued.......

Jules’s movements became more erratic his hands sliding up her body to her breasts as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Blair was determined to stay quiet so she buried her face in his neck biting down lightly to keep her moans at bay. That sure will leave a good hicke come morning. Jules was intoxicating in every aspect be it his energy, his devotion, his desperation to please her. It was a distraction she hadn’t realized she needed, a reprieve from the chaos of their lives. She doesn’t want to lose it. "Babe" he gasped his body trembling as he reached his peak spilling across her stomach in a warm, sticky rush. He collapsed beside her, his chest heaving a satisfied grin on his face.

"Ginny? What are you doing out here?" The small, sleepy voice cut through the air. We both froze. Raphael didn’t pull away instantly, he let his thumb linger on my lip for one more agonizing second before slowly, calmly, releasing my face. I stepped back, my heart nearly leaping out of my chest as I turned toward the glass doors. Jules was standing there, rubbing one eye with the back of her hand. She looked between me—flushed, breathless, and trembling—and Raphael, who stood there in his black tactical gear, looking like a god of death caught in the moonlight.

They still think they run my life. Jules makes the right on Royale and drives slowly through the traffic. My eyes are still sleepy, but the sounds of the jazz coming to me are bringing me alive and makes me smile. Tara is still passed out in the backseat of the car. She is snoring so loud that I am surprised I was able to sleep during the ride over here. I will let her sleep until we get to Frenchman's.

I was about to resume clean up when he grabbed my hand then said, “I’m the one who created the mess so I will fix it.” “You better do it.” I scoffed, pissed and happy at the same time since he had offered to clean the mess he had created. After breakfast, I and Cole went to the beach before Ricky and Jules joined us. Since it was the first time I was seeing them since the day began, I exchanged greetings with them only for Jules to empty a bucketful of sand on my head. “What is my offense now?” I growled in anger. “I had just finished cleaning sand off my body.” I added.

Mariatu said. "Life is good," Zach conceded, smiling. They went down to the beach after breakfast and Zach settled down in the sand to watch Krista and Susan. To his right were two older, heavier women, their feet pointing at him, two of the beachboys between their legs. He could see their big ebony cocks sliding in and out of their pussies. When they finished, Zach could see cum oozing from their pussies before two more beachboys took their turn, the women waving off a three-peat after the second round, their pussies gaping open, their inner lips wrinkled with cum oozing out from between them.

Rye challenged her with a glint in his eyes. "Because we are celebrating," Gillian replied with silent laughter. "We have Papa Jamil and Mama Genova, Mon and Dely, and us!" Rye stated determinedly. "Let's celebrate!" The men drank champagne and the women sipped fruit juices. Afterwards, the men cleared the chairs and tents off the beach. "Ah! Our beach is immaculate again!" Jamil sniffed the clean and fresh air. They laughed at the joke. Only Rye knew that it was not a joke. Aduelo and his clan reeked of rotting wood and leaves. The whole tribe's smell was overpowering!