Novel & Cerita Jake Andrich Nude

My eyes snapped open instantaneously, I quickly threw the pillow aside, sitting up on the bed abruptly and then tilting my head to the side to see Jake sitting crosslegged on an upholstery close to the room window. He was dressed in a deep blue long-sleeved shirt, bloused over a black pair of trousers and black suede bucks with a pair of black socks. His shoulder-length hair was neatly combed backwards and held in a man bun with little short strands of hair falling on his edges.Jake is such a handsome man, a picturesque sight to behold and I wondered why he was living such lifestyle in secrecy. I became aware of my nakedness, staring down at my body to see my exposed breasts. I drew the shee

Hiding here, watching my wife with these men. Mike tugged her panties down. Over her hips. Down her thighs. She stepped out. Bare now. Pussy shaved smooth. Lips puffy. A little wet already. He spread her legs wider. Fingers traced her slit. Dipped in shallow. Nina broke the kiss. Gasped. "Oh yeah," she said. Voice breathy. Jake stripped his shirt off. Muscles flexed. He unbuckled his belt. Pants dropped. Boxers next. His cock sprang out.

She stood up on the cold hardwood floor, her knees trembling slightly as she looked down at the bed. Jake lay flat on his stomach, his massive 6'6" frame taking up the entire width of the mattress. The gray dawn illuminated the long, angry red trenches her nails had carved across the broad muscle of his back, the dried crimson blood dark against his tanned skin. He looked lethal, beautiful, and terrifyingly peaceful—the absolute silhouette of a predator that had thoroughly consumed its prey.

I needed to remember my goal. I let the blanket, now a little wet from the contact with my skin, fall to the floor. I was standing in front of Jake completely naked, short and heaving breasts making my chest rise and fall. My hands went to my pussy on instinct, but Jake pried them away gently. "You will not hide what's mine, sweetheart," he told me. "Part your pussy for me, I want to see how wet you are." I thought I didn't want to do it, but my body did. My fingers trembled as I parted my legs, gently opening my pussy up to his gaze. He groaned, and I could see how swollen his cock had gotten in his jeans when he stretched his hands.

Nathan stirred to the faint hum of traffic outside their apartment windows. For a moment, still half-asleep, he thought nothing of the warmth draped across him..until he realized it wasn’t a blanket. It was heavy, hot, and breathing. His eyes blinked open, adjusting to the golden stream of morning sunlight cutting across his room. His room. His bed. And sprawled half on top of him, cheek pressed lazily against his stomach, was Jake. Naked. Completely, shamelessly naked.

A single bead of water traced a slow, sinful path from my collarbone, over the curve of my breast, and down across my smooth, bare mound before disappearing between my thighs. I reached the top of the stairs when the bathroom door at the end of the hall pushed open. Jake stood there, he was just done showering. He was wearing nothing but low-slung gray sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. Water glistened on his broad, muscled chest, tracing the defined lines of his abs and disappearing into that tempting V that led straight to the heavy bulge already straining against the thin fabric. His dark hair was wet and tousled, droplets running down the sharp line of his jaw. The moment

(FORMER) LUNA CLAIR. “Princess, Amara is on the phone.” Jake’s voice made me turn around from placing dishes in the dishwasher. I was cleaning up after breakfast before we could proceed with our day. My eyes darted to Jake’s perfectly chiseled abs. After all these years, the sight of his nakedness could still send a shiver of pleasure down to my core. Fine, he was not fully naked, but still, he’s really sexy that I could…

“My wolf is not my own yet. I could bite you, hurt you.” “I would welcome your bite, your mark on me. And you’d never hurt me.” Jake pulled the ripped shirt from his body. He knew he was sculped like a swimmer. Narrow hips, strong shoulders. His body was his pride. He unsnapped his jeans, pushed them down, and stood naked in front of Mark. “I’m yours. I always have been.”

I wasn’t insecure about my body, only about the scar that lined my right eyelid, but it provided me with some form of a layer that made me comfortable with Jake seeing me naked for the first time. The bath swished around the confinements, overflowing and spilling to the floor as Jake maneuvered his large torso and long legs around me. I curled my knees up, allowing him more space to get comfortable. I chuckled as his body squeaked against the porcelain. “Don’t.” He scowled at me with a dry smile. His legs were on either side of my small body and my hands fell under the water, softly stroking the strong muscles. Jake gasped under my touch, the sparks were more prevalent under the water. He le

Jeff stretched his long, muscular frame on the sun-warmed dock, the faded tattoos on his forearms catching the light. His broad shoulders flexed as he propped himself up on his elbows, watching Adam...still lean, still dangerous...peel his shirt off before diving into the lake. Marcus emerged from the water moments later, rivulets running down his thick chest, his powerful thighs cutting through the surface with ease. Decades of hard living hadn't softened him. Sarah, sprawled between them, traced the silver in Jeff's scruff. "Remember the first time we all fucked in front of them?" Adam surfaced with a grin, shaking water from his dark hair.