Jace Norman Porn Novels & Stories

Toussaint whispered huskily against Jace’s earlobe and Jace’s limp cock went erect immediately. “There’s no going back now,” Jace told himself as reality dawned on him. He’d just given in to the pleasure, and he didn’t regret it. This time, he was ready to drown in whatever Toussaint had to offer. Toussaint brought his cum-painted hands up to Jace’s lips and trailed lines across his face. “Lick them clean.” That was all Jace needed. He parted his lips and Toussaint’s thick cum-coated fingers slid in, the warm saltiness of semen flooding his taste buds.

he ordered and got off me, positioning himself on the couch near my bed while Jace knelt between his legs and kept sucking his nipple desperately. And there was Jax under me who was doing a good job in making me experience multiple orgasms non stop. "Goodness, we should have more of this often!" Jack exclaimed in ecstasy. As if. "My turn," Jace got up and sat on Jack, indirectly straddling him and placed his nipple on his mouth. Jack began justice over them and Jace threw his head to the back out of pleasure. That was sexy as hell! "I'm cumming Jack," he announced and sprayed his chest with the fluids, then licked it off.

My legs shook, and Reid had to hold me up by the hair. “Such a filthy girl,” Reid murmured, his voice like velvet over steel. “Taking two cocks before breakfast is even over. You love being our fucktoy, don’t you?” “Yes—fuck—yes—” I sobbed, grinding my hips back onto Cade, and forward into Jace’s mouth. Jace pulled back just long enough to growl, “Cum. Now. Drench my face, you fucking slut.” He sucked my clit hard, fucking me faster until I came.

"Jace has a great taste in women. You look too ugly to owe him. And do you know what, he has fucked me and he liked it. And to tell you, we have spent time together and I occupied his bed. His body is mine. You talked about a body you haven't tasted, I have tasted it, suck on it, fucked it and possesss his lips. Whatever you will get will be my leftovers. But I am not kind enough to leave even crumbs for you. I will keep the entire body to myself and you won't get a thing. And next time you bring your miserable lousy feet here, and call Jace's son by unpleasant names, you will have him to contend with" Arianna smiled and touched her chin "your chin is bony and skinny. Jace wouldn't like a sk

I breathe out through my mouth in loud, unladylike gulps. "That's right, I'm your god. Come for me." He continues thrusting, feeling my orgasm. My entire body shakes shamelessly as liquid rolls down my thighs. "See how easily you are coming all over a knife." He redraws the knife and stands to my feet, forcing the handle into my mouth. I taste my saltines on the knife. "You're a fucking whore, not even blood." Jace rubs his cock; I can see a heavy erection in his pants. He looks up and catches me staring. "Don't you fucking look at this. Your cursed pussy doesn't deserve this bad boy; I will fill him in on someone who is deserving."

“Most of them time I’ll have your knees pinned open and I’ll be bucking on top of you like a beast. This time you’re on top, though, angel. That means you’ll have to ride me in and out of that pussy. Show me how you’ll do it. Give me a practice fuck.” Biting my lip, I look down between our bodies, at the large column of flesh straining the lap of his sweatpants. I settle my sex on top of his slowly, easing down until he hisses a vile curse and I do what I’m told. I bury my face in the crook of his neck and mimic intercourse with my hips, grinding sensually, whimpering when his lower body begins rolling in an upward rhythm to meet mine. “We need to talk about something important before we tak

his voice is low and husky, “You should see what you look like in this moment. You’re like the perfect picture of a submissive.” “You can take a picture if you use my phone to do it. I’m not comfortable with you using your phone yet.” Jace grins, excitement bright in his eyes as he quickly reaches over to grab my phone. He stands back and snaps a few different angles before coming in close for a few more. When he’s done, he slides back in beside me and starts showing me the pictures, and I have to admit that he’s right. I can pass for one of those pictures of a submissive that I saw online when I was researching the topic.

-Jace: picture -Jace: picture -Jace: picture The pictures load slowly, and Mason clicks them eagerly. The first shows women, some naked, dancing on office tables with guys in suits surrounding them, drinks in hand. The next is a pile of lingerie on the floor. The third is scattered alcohol bottles, open condom wrappers, high heels, and a guy passed out on the floor. -Mason: Jesus. Is this normal? -Jace: Sometimes things get a litte out of hand. Do you guys want to come over? Mason snorts again and my interest is piqued tremendously. Do I want to go? Do I want to see what’s happening? Why would Jace even invite us?

I kiss him back,he suck on my tongue and freed my hands,i wrap them around his neck and moan when he continue to rub me. "Not here Jace". "Well you can't go out with this".he grab my hard member. Before I could say anything he undid my pants,when I gasp he bit my neck to distract me.He slip my boxers down and went on his knees. "Jace no you can't".he held my hands a pin them at my side. I practically melted when his tongue went around the tip,wetting it.He lick down my length and back up,taking most of me in his mouth.

Mia was asleep in the master suite just fifty yards away, probably dreaming about her upcoming wedding to the man who now owned me for the weekend. The door finally clicked open. Jace stepped inside, tall and commanding in nothing but black swim shorts. His eyes dragged over my exposed body like he owned it. Because tonight, he did. “Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Waiting for me like a good little secret slut. Legs spread, pussy dripping, wearing nothing but my collar.” My cheeks burned, but my clit throbbed harder at his words. He locked the door behind him and slowly walked over. He hooked a finger under the choker and tugged me up into a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue