Jack Reacher Nude Scenes Novels & Stories

His bare foot slightly touched the flowing water. “Shit!” Matt exclaimed. “Jesus,” Williamson murmured and crossed himself. “Damn, look like that guy got worked over pretty good,” one of the cops from the Phoenix K-9 unit said. He looked over at Matt whose face was beet red with rage. “You knew him?” “Yeah. I knew him,” Matt said through gritted teeth. ------- Jackie lay naked on her back on a wood table in a booth at Garvey’s. With her eyes closed and her legs wide, George’s head bobbed up and down in her pussy.

Excusing himself, Aaron goes to the corner to talk to her. "Hey, Jas. How's everything?" "Good though. And why do you sound so down? Something happened?" Asks the girl. "*sighs* Nothing really." "Yeah. Bet. Well, guess what I just hailed!" "You mean 'nailed'?" He corrects her word, leaning against the pillar. He smiles as she talks about how she had sex with her favorite Pornstar. He was Jack Micheal, famous for his experience in doggy style. "He did you good?" He asks her.

Within seconds, the video stream popped up on the big screen, playing our fresh p**n right back to us in high definition. Jack stared at the screen, his jaw dropping as he watched the footage of me riding him and him spanking my ass. A wild, dark grin spread across his face. "Oh my God, Nico... you're so fucking naughty. Fuck!" I scrambled back onto the sofa on my hands and knees, turning my back to him. Jack didn't need to be told twice. He crawled up behind me, grabbed my hips, and aggressively curved my spine, arching my wet ass high into the air.

I know Jack had been waiting outside the dressing room so I didn't bother to put anything on. I came out naked and saw Jack sitting in the bed with a clouded look in his eyes. It took just a few seconds before I realized that he is talking to someone on the mind link. I walk slowly in front of him staring with pleasure at his naked chest. He had removed his top and I have a strong urge to run my fingers at his six pack abs that is on display. But I feel curious to whom he is talking to at this hour, and in the most intimate time of our life.

Rexton grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so I could see the video of him hammering into me from behind. "Open that mouth for me, yesss, just like that," Jett hissed, stepping in front of me. He was already hard, a thick, pulsing vein running down the length of his cock. He didn't wait for my consent. He shoved himself past my lips, his hips slamming against my chin. I gagged, my eyes watering as the tip of him reached deep into my throat. I could see the digital version of myself doing the exact same thing on the screen.

Damn! Hunter quickly finished his tie and moved to pick up his jacket that was spread on the bed. Suddenly his phone vibrated softly, a message entered into his cell phone. He grabbed it and left his jacket lying on the bed. He opened the message and was shocked to find naked pictures of himself sprawled out in a woman's arms. Those hookers!

I eventually passed out after struggling for a bit. When I woke up again, I realized that I was stark naked, and an old woman was scrutinizing my body very closely. She looked exactly like the old woman in the viral video circulating online. I felt my heart sink to my stomach. This was terrible. Was I going to be forcefully taken against my will once again? Why was I always so down on my luck like this? "This man isn't too shabby. His body seems firm and supple enough," the old woman said with a smile and an approving nod. She then turned to Jeanette and said, "Get him a change of clothes and send him to the villa.

His face paled. “What?” I asked, crawling over. He showed me the screen. Dorm 309 – The Wild One Gets Worshipped “Soft thighs. Sweeter moans. Girl takes charge while two guys follow her rhythm. Perfect symmetry. 9/10. Could be tighter.” The Reaper I stared at the freeze-frame. It was me. My back arched. My mouth open. Jace and Ryan on either side of me. My identity hidden, sure but anyone who knew me would know.

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.