Jake Andrich Nude Novels & Stories

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.

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.

He splutters apologetically. "That I was naked?!" I yell, running my free hand through my hair. "I just wanted to talk to you!" He yells back, his hand still covering his eyes. The bedroom door flies open and Jake barges in, his eyes wide with fear. My mouth immediately hung low as I took in his appearance. His hair was dripping wet stuck to his head and he had droplets of water falling down his face into his dark eyelashes. He was completely naked, his body glistening from the water dripping off him. He looked around in shock, his eyes landing on mine before I saw him physically breathe out, his shoulders relaxing.

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.

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

Forbidden Pleasures My Fathers Bestfriend 10 The Boat Cruise The boat cut smoothly through the sparkling lake water, the cool wind whipping my hair wildly around my face as Jake steered us toward the secluded cove he had promised to show me. The afternoon sun felt incredibly warm and hot on my bare skin, and the tiny white bikini I was wearing left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Jake could not stop himself from stealing constant glances at my body as he drove, his boyish grin wide, appreciative, and full of raw interest.

This had spiraled so fast— from shock to fight to… whatever this was. My body was still sore and sensitive from Jake, responded traitorously to the sight of two identical, naked and aroused versions of my husband standing in front of me. It was overwhelming. Dirty and hot. John didn’t wait for my answer. He turned to Jake. “Sit down and watch, brother. I’ll show you how to really pleasure a woman.” Jake raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. He leaned back against the headboard, completely naked, cock resting thick against his thigh, and gestured lazily. “By all means. Let’s see what you’ve got.”