Jake Andrich Jerking Off Novels & Stories

He'd excuse himself by saying, "Stop it, dude. I've changed." "Really?" Thadeus inquired once again, couldn't believe his excuse. "Greg, it's been seven years you'd never had miracle combat since you last had sex with Chris. So this time, you will indeed deserve a reward!" "That's right," Drew continued, "and we'll find you a stripper tonight!" Thadeus was running away to the front desk and inquired about the club's most hunk stripper. The staff instantly contacted the management and began looking for their best stripteaser.

We roll together a few times before coasting to a stop, his large tricolor wolf on top of mine, nipping at me playfully. I’m not sure who starts to shift first, but we seem to do it with perfect synchronicity, the air shimmering around us as we both retake our human forms. Jax is on top of me, drawing ragged breaths as he balances himself in a push-up position with his arms on either side of my head. Oh, and did I mention that we’re both completely fucking naked? His body is a true work of art, all hard lines and bulging muscle. Jax looks good enough to eat, and I’m starving. “You found me,” I pant, staring up at him as he hovers above me. He’s a wall of solid muscle and I’m trapped undernea

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.

A thick string of my cream stretched from my hole to my thigh. Jake’s cock jerked in his hand, the last drops of piss falling into the toilet. It started to harden fast, thickening and rising until it pointed straight at me, rock hard and massive. “What the fuck are you doing?” he growled, but his eyes were glued to my naked pussy.

my eyes rolled back. "Fuck, yes," someone said. "She fucking needs it.” We've got just 20 minutes more, Tyler hollered Jake groaned, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum. Don't you dare waste it,." He shoved deep and spilled down into my throat, "Hold on to the desk," Jake ordered, voice low, gravelly, too calm for what he was about to do. I stumbled to my feet, dazed, body tremblíng. The desk felt cold in my palms.

Careful. Under the table, he unzipped his pants. I looked at Jake. He was laughing at something on his phone. His mom was in the kitchen getting more wine. Richard pulled his cock out. I saw it. Thick. Hard. The tip is wet. He wrapped his hand around it and started stroking. Right there. At the table. While his wife was in the kitchen. While his son sat next to me. He looked at me. His eyes were dark. Commanding. He mouthed two words.