Jaz Sinclair Nudes Novels & Stories

I pointed at Xander, who still had his back to us. Leander chuckled. “That doesn't mean we aren't identical. Wait till you see his face,” he assured me. Once Xander was sure the car was locked, he turned towards us. My eyes widened as my mouth fell open. Yes, he did look exactly like my husband but the hotter version of him. He was wearing a short-sleeved top, showing his biceps, which were twice Leander's own, and tattoos scattered all over his arm. His face had that kind of dark, erotic beauty that I only thought was seen on men who appeared on TV. And as he stalked towards us, I had to pull my thighs together.

When I pulled back Zara was watching, biting her lip hard. Kai laughed low. "Your turn, baby." Zara didn't even think. "I dare all of us to take our clothes off. Right now." No one argued. Shirts hit the floor first. Bras next. Jeans shoved down. Underwear last. The room smelled like sweat and perfume and something darker, Four naked bodies in the dim light. Zara's skin glowing brown and smooth, tits full and pierced. Kai tall and lean, cock already hard and thick curving up. Jace broader, tattoos snaking down his arms, dick long and veiny, head flushed dark. Me—curvy hips, soft stomach, nipples tight from the cool air and the way they were all staring.

“Shit,” Hudson hissed under his breath as we heard Sophie walk towards the male’s bathroom. He yanked his hand away like I’d burned him, stepping back so fast that he almost hit the opposite wall. His eyes were wide, pupils blown, chest rising and falling too fast. The front of his jeans was obscenely tented, the dark denim doing nothing to hide how hard he still was.

I shouted my body twisting under their hold the hot stream wetting their shafts and balls making the thrusts sloppier the mess adding to the dirtiness my clit pulsing harder from the humiliation. The girls filmed every second Thalía close to my pussy capturing the three cocks stretching me her voice breathless. “Shes pissing while they breed her, our bride is a total whore!" Jovana focused on my face, her phone shaking as she laughed. “ Her eyes are rolling like that Seraphina you are loving those three dicks in your hole scream more for the camera!"

I said, trying to change the topic as fast as I could, and strapping my seatbelt on. “Perfect. Always sweeping the convo under the carpet,” Clara raised a brow, resting her elbow on the window. “Well, if we’re not gonna have that conversation, then I have nothing to say to you.” I nodded, started the engine, and zoomed off. **** I sprawled on my bed watching pictures of hot, sexy girls on p*rn hub, and damn, they turned me on. It was just a matter of seconds before I started feeling my dick twitching in my pants at the sight of their humungous titties and mind-blowing rear view. Some even had their legs wide apart, exposing their… You know what I mean.

Absolutely priceless. This man. This ridiculous, stubborn, maddeningly complex man. A man who used to work as an escort. A man who once slept with a complete stranger in a hotel room ten years ago without blinking. A man who had no issue turning himself into a living fantasy for someone else’s pleasure back then. And now? Now, he can’t even consider the idea of sketching her in the nude, like Jack did with Rose in Titanic? It was hilarious. Absurd, really.

I just took two steps back until my back touched my bare butt-cheek. My eyes flashed towards the girl, her mascara was all over her face from tears. She was snuffling when Nikola’s scream ripped my train of thoughts. “SHE IS A FUCKING WHORE!” He gnashed at Luciano’s face. I could notice Luciano punched him because his face was turned down. Jennifer was sliced into worrisome.

she gasped, "Fuck, I'm gonna come!" "Then come for me," Mr. Sinclair demanded, one hand snaking around to circle my clit. "Let him see how well I make you scream." My clit tingled under his touch. His fingers rubbed it's throbbing tip and with a cry, I shattered. The walls of my pussy clamped down around Mr. Sinclair's cock. He held my neck upright, fisting it while my body shook, squirt shooting out of me at eighty miles per hour. He followed a second later, spilling inside me with a satisfied sigh.

He was dressed in a black dress shirt, his sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing his strong, veined forearms. Jayden let out a short laugh still pulling down his short displaying his naked body. "You’re early." "You are so impatient, you didn't boy waiting for me" Jayla replied, his gaze raking over Zara’s exposed body. "But I like what you picked." Zara blinked, "Who... who is fucking me?" she managed to whisper. Jayden smiled. "He's my twin, we share everything." He smirked.

I slapped the wall with the side of my fist and thrust two more times before ropes of cum released inside her. Once we both steadied our breathing, I let her down gently and helped her stand. “You’re right, trouble. That was a fantastic fucking good morning.” She laughed. “My legs feel like mush now.” I laughed. “I’m not even a little sorry. I want you weak in the knees whenever you are with me.” She chuckled, “What does Sinclair want?” “She sent me a picture of a huge piece of raw Purple Atlantonite. Then told me we needed to talk and to bring you and Dad.”