Novel & Cerita Jake Aldrich Porn

He , Jacob kerr, the most powerful Alpha king, the choice-maker, stood apart from those impulses and calmly ran the show. Untill he'd seen her shove her honey-blonde hair away from those haunted eyes, that sad, sexy mouth. Untill his gaze had dropped to those soft, pointed tits that bobbed so enticingly beneath her t-shirts. Untill the instant he'd seen that luscious ass, swaying like a round apple begging to be bitten, as she sashayed out of that fateful ladies' room.

The woman is his. Jake glanced at Adam out of the corner of his eye. “There's still another couple photoshoot, right? I want to go for it myself.” Adam could only frown and smile lopsidedly. Apparently, there was something Jake was hiding from him about Arsyila. Ah, could it be... Syila is a virgin who has slept with Jake? Incredible coincidence, Adam commented in his mind.

The scene before him felt surreal, like a dream unfolding, because he had fantasized about doing those very things to Lila himself, and now his brother was offering a glimpse of that potential reality. He watched as Jake caressed her most sensitive spot while simultaneously manipulating her with his fingers. Jake possessed an exceptional dexterity. Perhaps this stemmed from his skill as a pianist, or maybe it was a result of his extensive experience with the unmated females of the pack. Regardless of the source, Jake's technique was undeniably effective, and it elicited a powerful response from Lila. His heart pounded in his chest as he witnessed her climax on screen, her body convulsing as

The thrill of our evolving friendship, the cabin’s isolation, pulsed through me, my clit—my mind’s playful twist—throbbing despite the exhaustion, a sign of the insatiable desire we’d unleashed. Jake rose, his lean frame casting a shadow over me, his brown hair tousled with sweat. “Let’s heat it up,” he said, his voice a low command, guiding me to a plush rug near the hearth, the fire’s warmth a constant embrace. He retrieved a small chest from under the couch, unveiling a collection of toys—vibrators, a larger dildo, and a double-ended strap-on—laying them beside us like secrets shared. His confidence, tempered by our years of trust, was a dance I yearned to deepen.

He kept going without slowing down. Jake pulled out and flipped me onto my hands and knees. He entered me from behind in one smooth push. This position made him go so deep I felt him in my stomach. He grabbed my hips and fucked me like an animal. One hand reached around to rub my clit. “Imagine your belly growing soon,” he said breathing hard. “Your tits getting full of milk. Everyone will see my work. They will think some boy knocked you up but we will know Daddy bred you.” His dirty words pushed me over again. I came hard shaking on his cock. My arms gave out and my face pressed into the bed. Jake kept pounding me through it. He spanked my ass a few times making it sting in a good way.

“Look how pretty you are like this. Blindfolded, arched, waiting. You have no idea which one of us is going to touch you first. Or where.” Jake moved closer—I could hear the denim of his jeans shifting, the low sound of his breathing. “I’m picking that ass,” he said, voice rough and eager. “Been staring at it all fucking night in those tiny shorts. Want to see how tight it gets when I push in. Bet she’ll scream so pretty when I stretch it open.”

Rimming and sucking both holes like a treasure. The orgasm hit me harder than anything before. My asshole spasmed on his mouth, milking him. He groaned and flooded my mouth with hot juicy cum. We lay there afterward, breathing hard. Tyler stroked my back almost gently. “I’ve wanted to do that on his bed for weeks,” he admitted. The door clicked open. Jake stood in the doorway, a gym bag dropping from his hand. His eyes moved from my naked body, to Tyler’s arm still draped over me, to the obvious mess between my legs.

Jake came next, flooding her throat with bitter jets, forcing swallows around choking girth. He dismounted, swapping to her pussy as Marcus pulled out mid-creampie his load pumping ropes onto her mound before diving back in to finish inside. Jake's monster stretched her limits, ridges dragging walls raw, lube bubbling frothy with each plunge.

"Your husband should be doing this. But he's not. So I will." As Elena ate, Jake moved behind her, his hands sliding under the shirt to cup her breasts. "One more time," he murmured against her neck. "Before I go. Bend over the counter." Elena set down her fork and bent forward, bracing her hands on the cool granite. Jake lifted the shirt, exposing her ass, and pushed inside her pussy again....this time with no warning, no preparation, just brutal claiming. "This is my pussy now," Jake growled, pounding into her. "Say it."

They thrust alternately—one in as the other withdrew—filling me completely, cocks separated by only a thin wall. 'Our perfect little fucktoy,' Richard grunted, hands bruising my hips. Jake's fingers found my clit, rubbing furiously. The pressure exploded; I screamed, orgasming again, walls milking them both. Richard came next, flooding my pussy with hot spurts, while Jake held out, pulling free to paint my back with his load. We slumped together, their bodies sandwiching mine, breaths ragged. 'You're ours, Delilah,' Jake whispered, kissing my shoulder. 'No one else's.'