Jack Champion Nude Novels & Stories

“That is not handling it. That is freezing. I have watched you freeze for that man since twenty-three and I am not doing it again. I do not care if he sues me for a phone. I care that he’s still acting nonchalant like he still has any right over you.” A woman with a stroller cut around us and gave me a look. I stepped closer to the brick wall and lowered my voice anyway, because this city was small and my job was public and I could already see the clip in my head. Maya Rivera dumps coffee on prominent sports agent. Local team nutritionist also pictured.

There was a chair in the corner and Jack kicked off his sneakers, then dragged his jeans and boxers off, piling them on the chair. His prick sprang free and he sighed in relief as it bounced up. He dragged his t-shirt off, then his socks and threw them on the chair. Naked now, he watched in awe as Jan reached under Patti to finger her clit. Whether she'd been close, whether Jack's presence stimulated her, or whether it was Jan's touch that pushed her over the edge didn't matter, because Patti cried out as Jan drove the dildo into her, gasping, shaking as her climax took her.

It was a casual, unedited picture taken at some high end tropical resort. Jace was completely shirtless, standing on a deck with a pair of dark sunglasses on. His body was an absolute masterpiece of hard, cut muscle washboard abs, deep v-lines disappearing into his low hanging swim trunks, and massive, thick arms that looked capable of snapping a person in half. His dick print in that swimming trunk was... Gosh.. A sudden, overwhelming wave of pure, unchecked lust hit me like a physical blow. I couldn't control it anymore. The heat in my chest turned into an agonizing, throbbing ache between my legs that demanded to be answered.

Mom’s anxious face filled my vision, her voice sharpening from distant static into something painfully real. "Zara, what did you need to tell me? If you have something to say, hurry up. Your dad’s waiting for me to get home and cook. You said earlier that you won something. What did you win?" Hearing her questions, I quickly scanned my surroundings. My apartment. Understanding hit instantly. I had been reborn. In my previous life, at this exact moment, I had just won a $30-million jackpot. All I could think about was taking my mom, Helena Nightfall, away from that miserable household, moving somewhere far away, and starting a new life with her.

"Do you naturally look like a model in any swimwear?" Claire blushed and leaned over, whispering in Jack's ear, "I look like what you make me feel. That's amazing." "Are we keeping secrets now?" Marcus said. "No secrets, just something private between Jack and me." Claire winked. They climbed out, and Jack stripped down to his shorts and was topless. This is the first time Claire has seen Jack topless. His upper arm has a tribal tattoo, and his shoulder has a dragon tattoo. Marcus took his surfboard, ran, and went surfing, "Marcus, I would never have taken him to be the adventure type."

he said blankly. Just then, the girl who was inside his car came out. She was almost naked. Wasn't she cold? It felt like I could die any moment from the cold and here she was, technically naked. And he called me a whore... "Baby, who is she?" she faked smiling at me. She was tall, probably 6ft, and she also had hills on. "She is no one, no one you need to know," Jack told her. That hurts. "You can go now, I don't want you here." he gritted out at me.

After almost two minutes he detached himself and straightened up gazing at my naked form. "Fuck this whore is not getting wet," Jack said almost frustrated. His eyes blazed with fury. A scream spilled my lips when Jack brutally shoved his three fingers inside me as he began to pump in and out roughly. To say it hurt would be an understatement. To add to my humiliation and misery juices gushed out of me. A pleased sinister smirk appeared on his lips. "This bitch likes it rough," Jack said, earning a laugh from Jared who cupped my right breast, before twirling my right nipple.

he said blankly. Just then, the girl who was inside his car came out. She was almost naked. Wasn't she cold? It felt like I could die any moment from the cold and here she was, technically naked. And he called me a whore... "Baby, who is she?" she faked smiling at me. She was tall, probably 6ft, and she also had hills on. "She is no one, no one you need to know," Jack told her. That hurts. "You can go now, I don't want you here." he gritted out at me.

"Did you hear about the Langston family in Nautilis? The two brothers just proposed to the same young woman in public!" "They were on their knees right by her hospital bed, and the diamonds on those rings were huge!" "Seriously, how is she that lucky?" My phone buzzed with a notification. Queenie had just posted a picture on her social media showing off both of her ring fingers—each adorned with a different diamond ring. It was captioned, "Don't talk to me about time proving love. Old hags should just stop being delusional." And, of course, she blatantly tagged me.

The vibrations of the engine shook the entire vehicle, and the chain attached to my wrists clinked with every bump like a funeral bell. The other passengers, "co-detainees," if one wants to be vulgar, were eyeing me from the corner of their eyes. One was chewing gum like a bored cow, her jaw keeping time to an invisible song. The other, as broad as a bulldog, sported tattoos that climbed her neck like brambles. She looked like she had won a scar contest. Me, I was dignified. The handcuffs on my wrists weren't chains; they were invisible Cartier bracelets.