Jake Andrich Nude Novels & Stories

“Just watching a movie. Go back to bed, honey.” Liam grinned against my neck and started bouncing me faster on his lap, his strong hands controlling every movement. My tits pressed against his chest, nipples hard as diamonds. Every downward drop impaled me completely on his thick cock, the head kissing my cervix and making my eyes flutter. Jake stepped closer to the entrance of the living room. I could see his shadow on the floor now. If he took two more steps he would see everything — his wife completely naked, riding his younger brother’s cock like a desperate whore while still dripping with the first load.

She pranced around the packhouse like she was in a beauty pageant, but really, she was just a walking disaster waiting to happen. I managed to stay clear of her for most of the day until, unfortunately, the universe decided to punish me. I was on my way to the kitchen when Jake came in from training, shirtless, his body slick with sweat, muscles flexing with every movement. My traitorous eyes raked over him, noting the way his abs looked like they were carved from stone and his arms bulged as he wiped his face with a towel. Focus, Ayla, I told myself, swallowing hard.

Again, pushing Arrick out of my head. “I have no idea where she gets this urge to be a naturist.” Emma smiles at me as the housekeeper appears with a tray of iced tea and fruit juice for the kids. Emma thanks her gently and nods for me to take one. “She’s Jake’s kid. I think the urge to be naked stems from being a Carrero.” I giggle, reaching for a glass and taking a long drink. I can’t even say that’s not true for Arry. He is topless with just shorts for both training and fights, he likes to be that way when he goes anywhere hot and has no qualms about walking around at home in the same. He’s always been as comfy with his body as his brother, and obviously Mia too. Not that I can blame him,

Witches and wolves don’t get along, but what does it mean when Arla is both? Jake was very tall, and very good looking. He was nineteen years old and had close-cropped black hair and striking sea-blue eyes. He spent a lot of time training outdoors, and his skin was permanently sun-kissed as a result. And oh, the muscles. He had muscles upon muscles.