Novel & Cerita Jace Norman Porn

I had seen so many nude bodies but none ever made me feel the way hers made me feel. The Jace standing, was no longer the Jace of earlier. All my etiquettes diffused into thin air. The Jace Morray standing here was now without morals. The only thing that rang in my head was to grab her and fuck her brains out.

Jace was behind her, his large hands clamped onto her hips, his body moving with a predatory, relentless grace. Of course, the sound I’d heard was the steady, wet slap of skin on skin. The girl was obviously so lost in it with the way her head tossed back everytime he slammed in. Her beautiful blonde hair was nothing but a chaotic halo in the sunlight. I should have felt disgusted. I should have felt like an intruder. Instead, I felt a sharp, traitorous spark of arousal that made my knees tremble. I watched the way his hamstrings flexed, the way his lower back dipped with every powerful thrust. He looked like like a professional pornstar, nothing like those amateurs. He was raw and unbridled

I squeeze tighter and throw my head back when she convulses around me, my cock pumping deep inside her, each spurt of my cum an opportunity to impregnate her. “Oh fuck.” I slam inside again. “Fuck, yes.” “Tighter, grip it tighter,” Lucas chokes out as his cock swells beneath my fingers. She swallows him down, and I watch in rapture as Lucas comes with my fingers gripping her neck. Later that day... Jace Jace peppers kisses down my face before gently suckling the skin on my neck into his mouth and tugging, no doubt marking me, but I can’t find it in me to care right now.

Something small slipped out of the folded letter and clattered onto the desk. A DVD disc. Unlabeled, shining silver at the front of it and florescent at the back. But Jace felt dread rising up his throat like bile. He picked it up with trembling fingers and slid it into his laptop. The screen went black for a second. Then the video started. Jace’s stomach dropped. The low lighting..... the bedroom.... the clothes on the floor.... Morgan’s hands on his body. His own lips pressing against Morgan’s. The sound of his own voice— drunk, fragile, moaning.

Heavens forgive me for agreeing to do this. Jace climbed on the bed carefully and came up to meet me. He carefully parted my legs, revealing my thighs to his view and more likely my center. I gulped hard, as he took his precious time to admire my core, and he dipped his head in there to pleasure me. "Jace!" I caught his head away. "What are you trying to do?" I asked him, my voice shaking and he said, "Relax babe. You like it a lot don't you."

Good. I didn’t want to think. I wanted to feel, to drown in something bigger than my own head. I rolled out of bed, naked, skin still tacky from last night, and grabbed the booklet from the nightstand. Pages of faces, bodies, names. I flipped to the men, scanning until one caught me, Jace, 32, built like a linebacker, dark eyes, a jaw that looked like it could crack stone. The kind of guy who’d ruin me and not ask questions.

JACE ‘JR’ ASHER/ TRIGGER LEGS APART, her pink lips so close to my face I could smell her, I buried myself in her like a crazy man. Lucia Amato’s pussy might have been my kryptonite. Four or five doses later and I was still as entranced as the first time we had sex. The best fucking sex I had ever had in all my twenty something years. “J—Jace, they’ll…they’ll hear us”, she complained.

Inside the car Jace asked, “What kind of man are you?” “Meaning?” “You walked out into the toxic gas outside and yet you weren't affected.” “I have gone through worse, to get to exactly where I am today.” “You're just cold.” THE NORMAN MANSION “Everyone out,” Mr. Norman barked. “Including you Charlotte, out.” Within seconds, the living room was empty. He turned slowly towards Jace. “Look at you.” Jace said nothing. “You disappear from your own family event, get yourself dragged into a sex scandal at a filthy club, and somehow still manage to return looking like a stray dog.”

I’d dropped my gaze so fast my neck cracked, thighs squeezing together under the table to hide the sudden, humiliating swell. Later, when my dad pulled up to take me home, Jace had disappeared into the bathroom. I knew exactly what he was doing—I’d caught the flash of his phone earlier, that video his girlfriend sent: her fingers sliding in and out of her wet pussy, the slick sounds tinny through the speaker. Jace had been rock-hard under the table, and now he was in there jerking off like his life depended on it. Marius walked us out. The night air was cool on my burning face. I was already half-hard again just from being near him, dick pressing uncomfortably against denim. Then he said it.

He growls dangerously as his eyes rake over my body , hands travel along it leaving powerful pleasurable sparks until I was shivering to be closer to him , to taste him more . I think I could orgasm just by drinking him while being skin to skin naked . That would be enough . He grabs the back of my neck harshly and forces me down against his lap . "You're getting naughtier day by day . You need to be taught a lesson" He growls and rips off my panties with one hand , the other remains , restraining me by pushing me downwards . Without a warning he plunges 2 fingers inside of me . "Jace" I gasp out his name , unprepared for the fullness he gave me so suddenly .