Novel & Cerita Jake Gyllenhaal Bulge

I could feel the wetness starting to coat my inner thighs. In my office I sat behind the desk, legs crossed tight, trying to ignore the ache. The door clicked open and Jack stepped in, closing it behind him. He didn’t ask permission. Just dropped into the chair across from me, leaning back like he was comfortable as hell. His jeans stretched tight over those muscular thighs, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from dropping to the thick bulge pressing against the fabric. “You wanted to see me, Professor Hale?” His voice was low, smooth, almost intimate.

Kyle deadpanned yanking me out of my seat. With every word that came out of Kyle's mouth, Jake paled in alarm. Too stunned to make sound, Kyle's right muscled arm wrapped around my waist. "Let's get out of here Jake." Luke suggested licking his lips nervously. "Great idea. Do what your friend says and you won't get hurt." Kyle challenged Jake. It wasn't an empty threat. Kyle goes to the gym like it's a religious practice. He was muscularly built but not in the way of a gym freak. Moderately defined abs and pecs, strong looking arms

It swung open, clicking sharply against the stopper. Jake stood in the frame. The charcoal suit jacket was gone, his white dress shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, the sleeves rolled up to reveal the thick, corded muscles of his forearms. The red print of my fingers was still visible on his left cheek. He wasn't using the walker. He was leaning heavily on his silver-headed cane, his knuckles white around the metal skull. His blue eyes weren't angry. They were something far worse. Cold, calculated, and entirely focused on me.

He had the same piercing blue eyes, the same sharp jawline, but where Mila’s face was filled with warmth and genuine sunshine, this man’s face was a hollow mask of corporate perfection. "Jax Kingston," Vance said, his smooth, broadcaster voice dripping with artificial warmth. He didn't even stand up. "The legendary 'Glacier.' I must say, you’re even more imposing in person than you are from the press box." "Get out of that chair before I throw you through that window," I said, my voice dropping so low the glasses on Murray’s side table rattled. Vance laughed, a dry, mocking sound. He took a sip of his drink and set it down.

"You taste even better than I imagined." Laura's chest heaved. She felt embarrassed, guilty, but so turned on. "We have to stop. Your father could walk in at any second." Instead of answering, Jake stood up and pulled off his shirt. His body was young and strong, muscles tight. He pushed down his shorts. His cock sprang out, thick, long, and rock hard. Laura's eyes widened. It was bigger than her husband's. "Jake..." she whispered, but her legs stayed open.