Jace Norman Porn Novels & Stories

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

I thought within me, as I sat on the cushion bench at the foot of his disheveled bed, waiting for him to come out from his ensuite. A few minutes later, Jace staggered his way back from the door he'd disappeared into a while ago, but his rumpled shirt and pants were replaced with a white towel that hung low on his hip. My mouth instantly watered at the sight of the demigod who had droplets of water cascading down his muscular body. I felt my eyes dilating as it got stuck on the very visible deep 'V' line. I licked my dry lips as images of my hands caressing his body flashed in the back of my mind. Before I had the chance to act on my needs, Jace face-planted on his bed as soon as he was clos

Nora’s hand caught his chest and pushed him back down on the bed. “Nora?” Jace asked groggy. “Shh.” Nora said as her hand made it ways down to his member. As she enclosed her hand around his shaft he let out a small groan. She smirked and positioned herself over him, as she began to move her hand up and down it. He grew in her hand. She grzed the tip of him across her lips and watched him shutter. She smiled, flickering her tongue over it. He let out a small growl at her teasing him. She ran her tongue down the side of him watching another wave chills pass through him.

Bella slipped back into the master bedroom just as the first hints of dawn crept through the heavy curtains. Her legs were shaky, her nightdress clinging to her damp skin. Between her thighs, Jax’s cum was still leaking slowly, warm and thick, coating her swollen pussy lips and inner thighs. Every step reminded her of how thoroughly he had ruined her—three shattering orgasms, his massive cock stretching her in ways Julian never had, his hand around her throat as he claimed her.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

Then he stopped, and I leaned in, too, but then he pulled back, and a laugh rumbled low in his throat. “Oh, so you do want me.” I exhaled sharply, humiliated and angry and undeniably aroused. He stepped back, smirking, eyes raking over me with something wicked behind them. “I will keep your little no-sex promise, Jasmine. If that’s really what you want.” He moved to the stairs but paused, glancing over his shoulder with that same lazy smile. “But if you change your mind…” he said, “all you have to do is say the word.” He laughed and walked away. Cocky bastard.

Staff moved around prepping brunch, Lena stole pastries off trays, and I tried to look like a girl who was completely normal and unaffected and not hiding from anybody’s father. Then he walked in. Jace Steadman. Black sweater. Dark slacks. Rolled-up sleeves. A presence that filled the room like gravity. I panicked so hard I almost dropped my mug. He glanced at me — barely. Just enough to acknowledge I existed. Just enough to wreck my heartbeat. Then he returned to speaking with a chef about inventory. I turned to Lena, whispering, “See? I’m not avoiding him.” She deadpanned. “You’re whispering behind a pillar.”

Right on cue, a pair of hard palms slid from my back to my boobs. Without warning, he pulled both teats earning a gasp I couldn’t stop. “That’s more like it.” Mr brown haired said with a cocky smile. “Strip her already, I can’t wait to see what’s underneath.” Mr green eyes said, not masking the lust glistening from his eyes. My chest felt like it would rip open at any second with the way my heart pounded against it. What was more exciting? The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names.

Gracie's eyes widen as she gulps in anticipation. His hands playfully move around the breast area, before he intensely gazes into her eyes. Now she was clueless about what was in his head and neither she wanted to know. "Since my hands are already there, how about I continue…." Gracie does not let the perverted boy complete his dirty suggestion as her legs fly in the air out of reflex and kick the male down her bed before she covers herself with a blanket, all flustered.

Jace kneels between us, his hands roaming my thighs, Mom’s hips, like he’s claiming us both. “Lila, touch her,” he says, and my breath catches. I hesitate, but Mom grabs my hand, guiding it to her breast, her nipple hard under my palm. It’s surreal, taboo, but the heat in her skin mirrors mine, and I squeeze, drawing a moan from her. Jace’s fingers find my clit, rubbing fast, and I gasp, my other hand gripping the couch as he leans in to kiss Mom, their tongues tangling while he works me.