Novel & Cerita Jake Gyllenhaal Bulge

Emma had begged me to stay over for our usual end-of-year sleepover, complete with junk food, bad movies, and way too much cheap wine her dad pretended not to notice. Except this time, everything felt different. Jake was in the kitchen when I walked in, his broad back to me as he flipped burgers on the indoor grill. Six-foot-four of pure, disciplined muscle earned from fifteen years in the military before he retired to raise Emma alone. His dark hair was cropped short, silver just starting to thread through at the temples, and the tight black T-shirt he wore stretched across shoulders that looked strong enough to carry the weight of the world. Or me. God, the thought alone made my thighs pre

I whirled ready to lash out at whoever it was, only to stop dead when I saw who it was, He was something straight out of a fantasy novel, he had this slight tan thing going for him, and the tux he wore did nothing to hide how toned his body was, I had to tilt my head backwards a bit to get a good look at his face, he had honey brown eyes and a very defined jawline and Dark hair, I’d have really hated it if he were blonde, no offense to my mother.

His features were harder, weathered by years and power and something cruel lurking beneath the surface, but the resemblance was unmistakable. The family resemblance. "Alpha Sullivan of the Eastern Territories," someone murmured nearby—an identification that rippled through the hall like wind through grass. I turned toward Jake without thinking. He had gone utterly still. The color had drained from his face, leaving him pale beneath the tan he had earned through weeks of outdoor training. His hand, which had been resting casually near his weapon, now hung frozen at his side. Every head in the room turned toward him. The connection was obvious to anyone with eyes. The shape of the jaw. The set

Heaven. Hannah was standing next to a tall man with a normal built and height. From the back I could see he had a clean-cut and was wearing loose khaki shorts with a deep red shirt. I almost wanted to ask if it was actually Jake from State Farm but then he turned around. Jake from State Farm most definitely did not have an eyebrow piercing, snake bites, and green eyes. I couldn’t help being surprised so when he turned, he began laughing, Hannah shook her head with a smile on her face. Mark was handsome, no doubt, but what you saw in the back you didn’t expect to get in the front. Note to self, do not judge a book from its cover, or back in this occasion.

Bulging biceps flexed, that half-smile on his face like he knew exactly what this would do to me. My mouth went dry. My nipples hardened against the thin t-shirt, and a warm ache started between my legs. I stared at the pic longer than I should have, zooming in on the V-line, imagining tracing it with my tongue. Ella: Damn… that's not fair. You look like you just stepped out of a magazine. Jax: Your turn. Fair is fair.

Jake swam to the handrail and climbed up without delay. Suddenly the women were rendered speechless. Iris composed herself enough to look Jake in the eye, but Gale was stuck at the bottom. "Umm, Jake, you might want to check your pants. Something's not quite right." Gale pressed a fist to her mouth, holding in a laugh. "What?" Jake looked down. The results were quite shocking to him and irreversible as well. What reasonable excuse would he have for the solid boner sticking out of his shorts?

The sight has my legs clenching. He's the exact balance between having too little muscles or having too much. It's not like Dwayne the Rock Johnson, which in my taste is too much. It's more like a tad bit more than Channing Tatum. Fuck how the hell did Jake manage to end up this hot? Seriously I've never seen a hotter guy before. His pants hang really low, showing the perfect V-shape at the bottom of his abs. Gosh, I need to stop staring at him, otherwise I might just jump at him. Averting my gaze, I clear my throat. "Aren't you too cold?"

Not only did he not bat a single eyelid with a firearm pressed against his head, but he also had a keen sense of observation. Jake watched the footage, not making any rash moves. Meanwhile, James glanced at the black-vested man and laughed. “You look like him, alright. Not even a single trace of a flaw.” “If so, why do you say I’m not the real Jake Graham?” “Your aura.” James explained, “Jake Graham is an extremely influential man. As the King of the Underworld and the honcho of a local turf, he has to exude some sort of aura. But, you, on the other hand…”

Chapter 2 Jake stood up without a word. He peeled his tank top off first, muscles flexing under the moonlight, sweat shining on his abs. Then he hooked his thumbs in his shorts and shoved them down, stepping out, kicking them aside. His boxers were stretched tight over his cock—thick, long, the head outlined clearly, already pushing against the fabric like it wanted out. Jesus Christ. Look at that thing. It’s huge. I can see the vein running along the side. I want it in my mouth. I want it stretching me open.

Naomi smiles sweetly and takes her phone before departing. I stand beside the window and watch as she drives away in her red Chevy. Before not long, Jake enters my room with three duffle bags. I'm glued to my spot at the window, having a hard time believing that someone played me so well. I hear the click of the camera and twist my head to see Jake taking a picture of me while grinning like an idiot. Jake holds his phone like a mic. “Ladies and gentlemen, this is the gloomy face of the legend Denzel Flynn, the first time when someone fooled him.”