Jace Norman Porn Novels & Stories

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

Tina was muttering something about Norman that I couldn't quite wrap my head around because my entire focus was dedicated to one single task; do not stagger. God, how the hell was I going to survive this pain at hockey practice later? I gritted my teeth, enduring the agonizing friction until we finally reached the safety of my own bedroom. Inside, Norman was already awake, casually folding up some of his clothes. “There you are, Jace! Where the hell did you sneak off to last night without us?” He demanded, puffing out his chest and feigning a strict, older-brother voice. Then, his eyes dropped to the stiff, awkward way I was holding my hips. A wicked smirk spread across his face. “Wait... Di

Pointing at the photo, Sarah cried out derisively, "Winona, don't you earn enough from those porn videos? Here you are, being the mistress of a wealthy man in private as well. You sure are going all out for money, huh?" I staggered to my feet while wiping away the champagne on my face. After taking in the photos, I couldn't help the sneer that spread on my lips. "I was just spending time with my father. How did you twist that into something so disgusting?" Yet, the smile on Sarah's face simply grew even more smug at my words. "Everyone here knows that the man in the photo is the chairman of Linton Corporation right here in Jacaster. Sure, you two share the same surname, yet you actually have

Jace asks and I feel his hands coming to the front to cup my wet pussy, he rubs in circles and then dips two fingers in to spread my pussy lips apart, releasing another gush of slick. I have to bite down on my lips to stop from making noises; one, dolls don't make sounds and two, our parents dare not find out what we are doing right now. “At the same time, two of us…in her” Jace's voice says and I look up as best as I can in this position. What? “At…once?” I whisper, my body already anticipating the image he just drew. “Can her tight pussy take it?“ Jace asks, spreading my pussy wider and dipping his middle finger in, “she can, she's our good girl” Harvey answers and leans down to breath in

“Nothing. I’m just… Taking a real from it. You know that Mom is strict with me.” He extended. Good, that’s a good reason. They will not realize that he is hiding something. “Oh yeah! So you didn’t get laid for the past week?” He nodded. “Der, that’s sad.” Oh he can tell. It’s not just saddening because his lack of release is making him think of that nerd for no reason! What does he notice in that nerd!

for my porn video. The director rushed toward me with a fawning smile. After lots of pleading, Stefan, one of the most handsome and most successful porn stars in the country, decided to give the director a chance which could explain the reason behind his smile. "Stefan..." "Are you ready? I have no time!" I uttered harshly and walked towards the model on the bed while unbuttoning my clothes to reveal my perfect body shape that made the ladies on the bed stare at me with lust in their eyes.

"You think you're better than me? You think you can just—" "I said get out!" I should keep walking. This is none of my business. Jace Kingston is a spoiled hockey player with a bad attitude and too much money. I don't care about him. But my feet won't move. The apartment door flies open. A man stumbles out—older, gray-haired, reeking of whiskey. He looks like Jace. The same sharp jaw. The same blue eyes. But where Jace is controlled, this man is chaos. He sees me.

Veins pulsing like he’d been dying for this. I stepped out of my shirt, completely bare in front of him. He stared like I was something sacred. Something forbidden and beautiful. “Turn around,” he said, voice rough with restraint. I obeyed. Hands on the door. Ass out. Heart racing. He came up behind me, sliding the tip between my thighs, teasing me until I whimpered. “Say you want it.” “I want it,” I whispered. “Say you want your stepbrother’s cock.” “Jace…” “Say it.” “I want it"

Speaking of the boy, Lena spotted Jace leaning against the shelving unit across from the bed with his arms crossed and his phone in one hand. His sweatpants were riding so low on his hips that the waistband of his boxers was visible above them, revealing a happy trail and a perfectly sculpted V line. He hadn't put a shirt on. I was trying not to notice this at all, because I wasn’t a perv, and I thought it was disrespectful to stare, but I couldn’t help it.

I dropped my hands and pulled up her T-shirt to knead her breasts, which bounced each time she took my whole length in. “Okay, Max. Go on top of Lukas,” Jace asked as he kissed the inside of her thigh, slapped her ass and dropped her leg over the bed. Max crawled toward me like a hungry kitten. I lay down and let her straddle me. She positioned herself over my dick and helped it back inside her tight channel. She stayed still, letting me run my hands all over her naked chest. I was glad Jace was behind her so that I couldn’t see him.