Jake Andrich Jerking Off Novels & Stories

Eyes watered. But she kept sucking. Tongue worked the underside. I watched from the closet. My hand in my pants. Stroking my own cock. Five inches, hard as rock. Pre-cum leaked over my fingers. Humiliating to see her like this. Filled at both ends. But it turned me on. Her moans grew louder. Muffled by Jake's dick. "Mmmph... fuck..." She pulled off to say it, then dove back. Mike sped up.

I feel a sharp thrill go through me then I take a step into the room and quickly shut the door behind me. The room feels tense, I can smell Jake’s cologne. There is another smell too, something muskier and more intense. Jake is still struggling to find words, he rubs his hand through his hair again. "We were just... Uh messing around," he stammers. "We didn't think you'd be home early. You said you'd be out all day." He's holding the remote tight so that his knuckles are white. I look down noticing how his shorts are sitting. It's clear that the video had aroused him. I could see the stuff imprint of his hard cock against his shorts.

“You… you’re not mad?” “Mad?” Jake let out a low, dark laugh. He reached down and palmed the massive erection straining against his sweatpants, giving it a slow stroke through the fabric. “Baby, I’ve been jerking off thinking about you for weeks. And now I walk in and find you fucking yourself while you say my name? That’s the hottest shit I’ve ever seen.”

she said. “Thanks.” “You’re welcome.” Normally, he would have smirked by now. Said something sarcastic. Nothing. He looked tired. Worse than tired. Like he had already made a decision and hated himself for it. Lisa slowly closed her laptop. “What happened?” Jake didn’t answer immediately. He looked at her for a second too long. Then leaned back in his chair. Like he was preparing for impact. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm. “Marry me.”

I let out a shuddering breath as he runs his fingertips along my slit, teasing me through the thin fabric. “Fuck,” I gasp, reaching for the button of his jeans again. “Get these off,” I pant, popping the button and dragging the zipper down. “I need you inside me.” “I love it when you talk dirty,” Jax growls, lifting his hips to slide his jeans and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free. As soon as it does, I take it in my hand, giving his throbbing member a stroke as a deep rumble starts in his chest. He lets me stroke it a few times before he takes control again, lifting me by the hips, sliding my panties to the side, and positioning me over his lap.

I stutter, making him chuckle. “You got that right, babe. We're mating and marking… tonight. As in… right…. Now!” he says, slapping my butt really hard, making me gasp as I feel the sting left on my bottom.

“Good—take it.” Jake moaned around him—vibrations making Victor’s thighs tense. Drool ran down his chin, dripped onto the concrete. He pulled off with a wet gasp—lips swollen, eyes glassy. Stood fast. Shoved his own shorts down—cock springing free, hard and leaking. Turned. Bent over the workbench—ass out, hands braced on the wood.

I’m getting wetter every second. Jake didn’t let up for a second. He scissored those thick fingers wider inside me, stretching my pussy lips obscenely, his thumb finding my swollen clit and rubbing tight little circles that made my hips jerk against his hand. Juices kept leaking out of me, mixing with the pool water, making everything slippery and nasty. Dad jumped in with questions for him next. “And that internship, son? Are you ready for it? Tell us more.” Jake finally surfaced right beside me, water streaming down his face and chest, but his arm stayed low in the water, hand still buried between my legs, fingers knuckle-deep in my clenching hole.

Jake, you fucking degenerate! Jake was smiling as he approached the center where Tales was slumped on the floor. Jake crouched beside him, microphone in hand, his sharp suit and confident smirk making him look every bit the master of ceremonies. He scanned the crowd, his voice dripping with mockery as he began. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Jake drawled, “tonight, you’re in for a more delicious treat. Meet Tales.” He gestured grandly at Tales, his grin widening. “He’s not just strong and defiant—oh no, that’s only the surface. This one? He’s a masterpiece of pleasure and pain. A fighter by day, and...” Jake leaned slightly toward the microphone, his voice dropping suggestively, “a dream in bed at

Not only has his brain shifted, but also his physical body is also affected. Last night, Jake wanted to fuck one of the bitches at the club. He had already entered the room, undressed, touched the woman, and was ready to enter the climax scene. However, he stopped when he was about to put his in and saw that the thing he was proud of didn't stand up. Even the woman who had teased him to the point of giving up made his thing stand up.