Jake Andrich Nude Novels & Stories

His hands went to my shoulders, big and rough. He pushed the thin straps of the nightgown down my arms. The fabric caught on my elbows, then slid down my body to pool at my feet. The air in the room was cold on my bare skin. I stood there, completely naked except for my heels. I wanted to cover myself, to hide from their staring eyes. But I stayed still. A statue. A doll. “Damn, Matt,” Jake breathed, his gaze hot and heavy on my breasts. “You weren’t kidding. Those are some perfect tits.” He reached out and cupped one, his palm rough against my soft skin. He squeezed, not gently. I flinched.

"It's nice here. When you said we would be camping near a river, I never thought that we would actually camp five steps away from this beautiful stream" "It's a small river, babe, not a stream" I laughed. "Alright, alright... are we done with the tent; I want to jump into the water. Come Jake let's go!" And she took her clothes off, showing off her new black bikini. She tossed her clothes playfully on me and walked towards the bank. Jake ran around her feet, as I stared at this beautiful picture...damn her. Lena Damn, the water was cold. Jake didn't seem to care at all. He jumped in the water, put his muzzle inside, and then came back out for air. He was so damn happy and just looking at him

As much as I wanted to close my eyes, they couldn't stop looking. "Jake, that's --a horrible idea. What if someone finds you in this state?" I couldn't form proper sentences due to Jake's activities. "No one is gonna see me like this because this is private property. Which means, no trespassers allowed." He concluded while taking off his pants. He was left in only a pair of noir boxers. His strong thighs were in my vicinity and I couldn't contain my hungry eyes from devouring them. His physique was a marvel-- from his chest which was a terrain of abs to his back which was ridged with muscles. My fingers itched to caress his chest.

Jake's wolf growled in excitement as Sarah stood nude in front of him. He let his eyes scan through her entire body and his wolf kept pushing him to do what he had to do. She was looking too hot, a little drop of water straining from her head down to her body. He couldn't resist her as he felt his cock harden in position.

Let the dress fall to the floor. I stood there naked in front of four guys. “Fuck,” Marcus breathed. “Jake wasn’t lying. She’s perfect.” “Come here,” Jake said, sitting back down on the couch. I went to him. He pulled me onto his lap, facing away from him. Spread my legs wide over his thighs. Now I was completely exposed to his teammates. “Look at her,” Jake said. His hands cupped my breasts. “So fucking beautiful.” He pinched my nipples. I gasped.

But instead I set the Kindle down and crept to the window. Our apartments faced the same small courtyard. His blinds were half-open like always. Mine were cracked just enough. Moonlight spilled in, and there he was. Jake had her bent over the arm of his couch. She was naked, ass up, face buried in a cushion. He stood behind her, jeans shoved down to his thighs, thick cock sliding in and out slow and hard. Every thrust made her cry out. His big hand fisted her hair, pulling her head back so she arched more.

Water streamed down my naked body as he walked me dripping wet across the warm concrete patio just as the side gate opened. Jake stepped through—tall and broad like Ethan, with a cocky grin and dark tattoos covering his muscular arms. His eyes widened the second they landed on me: completely naked, steel collar locked around my neck, leash in Ethan’s hand, my breasts heaving, pussy visibly swollen and leaking cum down my thighs. “Holy fuck, Ethan,” Jake laughed, staring openly at my body without any shame. “You weren’t kidding. Your little stepsister is even hotter than all the stories you told me. She’s already dripping for us.”

The aquamarine blue silk made her eyes appear almost luminescent blue. Nadia wasted no time in undressing Jake as well. Her fingers pulled the tee shirt he was wearing over his head and tossed it somewhere across the room. His upper body was hard with muscle under smooth tanned skin, she ran her hands over his chest, admiring the hardness there before they dipped lower. Jake made no move to stop her; rather he just chuckled as she stripped his slacks down. As she expected he wore no underwear, and he was already partly aroused.

I kicked off my heels in the foyer and walked into the living room, only to freeze. Jake was stretched out on the couch like he owned the place, wearing nothing but low-hanging gray sweatpants and a tight white tank top that showed off every ridge of his abs and the thick muscles of his chest and arms. Those sweatpants did absolutely nothing to hide the massive, heavy outline of his cock resting thick along his thigh. My mouth went dry instantly. My neglected pussy clenched so hard I almost moaned out loud.

I pressed myself against the wall and peered through the gap. Jake was on his back, sheets shoved down to his feet, completely naked. His body was even better than I remembered. Hard muscle, defined abs, that deep V cutting down to his groin. His right hand gripped his cock tight, stroking fast and rough. Fuck, he was huge. Thick, long, veins standing out along the shaft, the head flushed dark and shiny with pre-cum. His left hand cupped his balls, rolling them as he jerked himself, eyes half-closed, jaw clenched.