Jaylen Barron Nude Novels & Stories

It was a casual, unedited picture taken at some high end tropical resort. Jace was completely shirtless, standing on a deck with a pair of dark sunglasses on. His body was an absolute masterpiece of hard, cut muscle washboard abs, deep v-lines disappearing into his low hanging swim trunks, and massive, thick arms that looked capable of snapping a person in half. His dick print in that swimming trunk was... Gosh.. A sudden, overwhelming wave of pure, unchecked lust hit me like a physical blow. I couldn't control it anymore. The heat in my chest turned into an agonizing, throbbing ache between my legs that demanded to be answered.

Brittany and I paused our makeout session to assess the situation. Still with us on the patio, on the far side of the other mattress, were my lovely Layla and her hunky playmate Jack. This guy had been to the gym for a minute, that’s for sure. I was envious of his build. His torso and legs were bronzed, unlike his white, hairless butt. Layla had her long, honey-colored coils of hair tied back with a band and was sucking his thick dick. His face was red with passion.

LYRA Two days have passed, yet the image of that brown envelope, Yann's icy tone, Lucas's rigidity has never left me. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I stare at the floorboards as if they could offer me an answer, a foothold in this chaos.

The moment the chat app opened, my eyes widened in shock, and the breath caught in my throat. Shane had sent an outrageously hot selfie. In the photo, he stood shirtless in front of the mirror in his private home gym. It showcased his broad, sculpted chest, perfectly defined six-pack abs, and the prominent veins running along his arms. His entire torso glistened with sweat post-workout, his grey sweatpants riding tantalizingly low on his hips. Below the explicit photo was a caption written in an insufferably seductive tone. Shane: Just finished an intense workout session this afternoon, My Queen. All to make sure my stamina and performance are off the charts when I take you later.

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.

Justine greeted me and I managed to make a fool of myself. “Thank you for letting me come tonight.” I stupidly said. Have I ever felt so much embarrassment? Probably not. Could I be any more awkward, I don't think so. Although, you never know. Grayson then introduced me to his other friend, so I looked up to see the man named Baron. The one that the guys in the locker room were talking about earlier. The one that Jack apparently would like to have another scene with. I almost cum on my pants as I looked at him. He is the most gorgeous, sexiest and hot as fuck man I have ever met. He is absolutely stunning, his dark chestnut hair is cut in a long and messy quiff, quite straight but still wavy

Zayn removed his clothes to reveal his bare upper body. Everyone could see his strong, yet non-bulky muscles on his upper body. Even though his complexion was fair and clean, he radiated a powerful, explosive energy. Most importantly, he was not wearing a steel plate. He even wiggled his torso around to prove that there was no foreign object present either. Everyone was stunned. They stared at Zayn like a bunch of choked up ducks. It was a rather amusing sight to behold.

Gasps echoed through the stadium. They were the highly romantic, private pictures of Julian and Ariel from yesterday in the resting lounge. Someone had uploaded them online, and they were already going viral across the entire internet. On the screen of every phone in the arena, Julian was seen looking intensely into Ariel's eyes while she gently wiped his lips, and another photo showed her body completely draped over his chest in what looked like a passionate, secret embrace.

Jonah growled, his rough voice pushing me right over the edge, sending me spiraling into bliss as my body trembled helplessly, spasming hard as wave after wave of pleasure crashed down. In a daze, I slid my sticky fingers from my soaked panties and watched as Jonah pulled out of her, his cock glistening as it twitched in his hand and a thick white substance began to spurt from the engorged tip, splattering like paint onto Diane’s butt and thighs. Whoever was filming began to move in closer, zooming in on Jonah’s release as it dribbled down toward Diane’s opening. Not two seconds later, Jamey was pulling out and squirting his release all over the girl’s glistening skin as well, coating her wi

Speaking of the boy, Lena spotted Jace leaning against the shelving unit across from the bed with his arms crossed and his phone in one hand. His sweatpants were riding so low on his hips that the waistband of his boxers was visible above them, revealing a happy trail and a perfectly sculpted V line. He hadn't put a shirt on. I was trying not to notice this at all, because I wasn’t a perv, and I thought it was disrespectful to stare, but I couldn’t help it.