Novel & Cerita Jack Hughes X Reader

The movement made my wet folds slide together and I bit my lip to hold back a small sound. Holy crap, I wanted to hate him but my mind kept flashing to him shoving me down on that bed, yanking my jeans open, burying his face between my thighs until I soaked his scar. One of the guys knocked on the door and brought in a plate of food—burger and fries. Jax took it and set it on my lap. “Eat.” I picked at it, suddenly hungry despite everything. “You always play babysitter to your hostages or is this special treatment?”

JACK HARRIS Later that day, I was surprised when Claire came to call me again that I had another visitor at the door, she hinted that it was a fiery female and it got me trying to figure out who that could possibly be as I got the door and surprised at who I found at the front of my house "Lucy Richards!" I exclaimed when I answered the door. Lucy was a curvy black woman who left heads turned in her wake. Many people had thought her to be a lesbian but she was as straight as ever but having a kinky appetite that only few knew about. "You are the last person I'd expect to show up on the front of my porch." I said as I welcomed her in. Lucy wore a jeans trousers with a cropped jeans jacket tha

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I looked down to my nipples amd fuck they were hard. I was a virgin not a prude. When I said I read books for a living, not all of the books are motivational books just quarter. Most of what I read, are erotic romance, one shots and stuffs like that. So I knew stuff. I hated porn but when it came to reading smut, I was like boss in that aspect. I liked imagining what they were doing while just reading it, it was in my head and I liked it that way. Jack was full of surprises, he was acting like a fucking submissive, I mean what the fuck. The way he moaned, the way he handled my tits, I wanted more, like more.

Deeply, fundamentally, reality-threateningly curious. WHO ARE YOU? The question hit Jack like a searchlight. Not painful. Illuminating. He felt every aspect of his existence examined, catalogued, and found interesting. His human DNA. His Origin Blood. His Void crystal. His partnership with the Utterance. His love for Katherine. His protectiveness over Haley. His loyalty to Marcus. His three hundred and twenty-seven dollars. All of it. Read in a single instant by a mind that had invented the concept of reading. "I am Jack Sterling," Jack said, and the words became information, became data, became a story that the First Dreamer consumed with the hunger of something that had been starving for n

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Connie smiled and filled me with hope by saying: “Th… that’s ri… right, Da… Damy, sh… she’s worth it. If y… you n… need to crawl, do wh… what y… you ha… have to do, man.” Almost two in the morning and I can’t sleep, apparently someone else is up too. When I get to the living room, Hunter is sitting on the couch reading one of the sugary romances he loves so much. Go figure my brother! The guy is like a war tank and is in love with erotic novels, flowers and chick flicks. He looks at me from up his glasses and he sinks the knife without pity.

The blood drained from my face. My heart tightening, making it impossible to breathe… He had slept with half of London, orgies, foursomes, threesomes…he was an alcoholic…reformed at least, a crackhead. Now…a murderer? Jack was a damn killer? I’d been fucking a murderer? All this while? BLOODY FUCKING HELL!!!

Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

In this moment, I take time to study his body. I trace every edge and curve on his torso. Jack Hugh Hughes is a stunning man, a god even. Without thinking, his grabs my face and forces his lips onto mine. I let him. I play with his curly hair and get lost in his world. I am pressed against his body. This is perfect. I move my hands from his hair and he moves his lips down to my neck. I fiddle with the belt buckle on his jeans and remove his belt. He stops leaving soft kisses and takes his pants off. Once his only left in his boxers, I remove my pants revealing a lace pastel pink Victoria's Secret thong.