Jake Andrich Onlyfans Novels & Stories

I asked, my voice coming out breathier than I intended because just being near him made me imagine dropping to my knees right there in the dirt and sucking his cock until my throat bulged. He wiped his hands on his jeans and turned fully toward me, his gaze dropping straight to my heaving tits and then lower to where my dress had hiked up. He didn’t even try to hide it. “Trails? Yeah, plenty. But a pretty thing like you shouldn’t be wandering alone up here,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly, already laced with filthy intent. “Name’s Jake. You the new folks in the big cabin?” “Yeah… I’m Lena,” I replied, not pulling my dress down. I let him look, my pussy throbbing as a fresh gush of wetn

I cracked open the door and my eyes widened into saucers. Jake lay splayed out on a huge, black and silky bed and he was jerking off! I tried to look away, lord knows I tried, but I couldn’t. His member was huge! I was captivated as his strong hand stroked up and down aggressively and his groans were sending chills down my spine. Jake lay there shirtless with his pecs and abs on display, and I think I started to drool at his beauty. He suddenly stiffened, jets of cum hit his abs, and he murmured “Marley.”

I’m rocked between them like a toy, constantly full, spit-roasted on my own bed while four cameras record my masked face contorting with pleasure. “Look at Camera One,” Jake orders, angling my masked face toward the lens. “Let your subscribers see you take two cocks at once.” I look. The monitor shows what they’ll see – a woman in a black lace mask, eyes watering, lips stretched, getting used from both ends by anonymous men. Premium content. The kind that breaks subscription records. Tyler’s hand comes down on my ass. SMACK. I yelp around Jake’s cock. The sting radiates through me, makes my pussy clench.

~Xavier~ "Do you really think I should?" I ask, looking into Jake's deadly serious eyes. "Well, we don't want your fans boycotting the club just because you're no longer here," he answers clearly, "this way you can take care of it yourself." "Fine," I huff, "but you better not be auctioning me off in secret while I'm there. I know you...you'll do anything for a little extra cash." Jake is our moneyman, professional with a wild side. I have no idea why the girls like him. Obviously, they can tell that the green wads of paper in their hands attract him more than them.

I do love him but my family always placed our business first before any other thing. Jake was the son of Elon Reagan, CEO of a billionaire conglomerate. Jake was a rich spoiled brat who engaged in all forms of social abnormalities. He always slept around with women and always at one club or another; sometimes I wonder how I fell for such a man. I guess love is truly blind for I was blinded by love. At first I didn't read any meaning into his actions but I felt detached from the relationship so I had to take a slow step back.

"The higher they climb, the harder they'll fall." After hanging up, I registered a social media account under the username "JakeyJake" and immediately started a livestream. I turned the camera toward the sprawling 5,000-square-foot luxury apartment behind me, and the chat immediately went berserk. "Holy shit, is that actually Jacob?" "This rich show-off still has the nerve to go live?" "Jacob, get the hell off the internet!" I chuckled softly before casually playing an unedited audio recording. "Jacob, aren't you trying to pursue me? If you won't even buy me something this cheap, then how can you say you like me?"

Excusing himself, Aaron goes to the corner to talk to her. "Hey, Jas. How's everything?" "Good though. And why do you sound so down? Something happened?" Asks the girl. "*sighs* Nothing really." "Yeah. Bet. Well, guess what I just hailed!" "You mean 'nailed'?" He corrects her word, leaning against the pillar. He smiles as she talks about how she had sex with her favorite Pornstar. He was Jack Micheal, famous for his experience in doggy style. "He did you good?" He asks her.

“What is it that you want?” Warren shifted on his feet. “I want you to kill Devon Longshire.” Jake huffed out a laugh. “They have a word for this. Entrapment. I’m not a hitman.” “I know exactly who and what you are, Jake.” “I’m an ex-con riding with an MC,” Jake said. “My room’s not wired, I’m officially on leave. You can check,” Warren said. “I know. You’re also divorced from Marcie and you have a three-year-old daughter named Emi-Lee.”

“Like I could run a marathon if someone carried me the whole way.” I smiled and brushed her hair back. “Still sassy that’s good.” “I like this place,” she whispered. It smells like honey and expensive candies.” “That’s because it is expensive,” my mom muttered. “Chloe who’s paying for all of this?” Here it comes. I stood up, smoothing my coat. “I am working for someone wealthy. His name is Jake Wolfe. He owns like a hundred companies or something.” “Wolfe? As j. Wolfe Pharmaceutical? Wolfe Energy? Wolfe foundation? Her eyes narrowed. “What kind of work are doing for a billionaire, baby?”

the man said in a very angry tone. "Look Jay is very hard to crack but I promise you can have her, she is a virgin so she is worth the wait. I promise sir we had a deal, I'll slip something in her water." Stacy said to the very angry man. So she was selling us out what the hell.