Jordan Beckham Nude Novels & Stories

Becks said, and she tapped her phone a couple times and it made thewhoosh sound of a sent file. Then your phone buzzed in your pocket, and when you took it out and opened it you had a text from an unknown number. And that text was a photo, a nude taken in a bathroom. You couldn't see the woman's face, but she was standing with her bare ass to the mirror, twisting her body to look back and take the photo, one of her naked tits visible as well. "You can keep that, though please don't share it. And definitely not with anyone in the building," Becks said. "It doesn't have a face so you can't prove it's me, but also I'd rather not have the rumours."

I had no idea what she was about to do. "Before showing you this, let me tell you Aviv and I had a wonderful time this morning, in his bedroom," she said mockingly. "You know very well, I am not going to believe any of your nonsense talks. So you better stop with your tricks," I said, rolling my eyes. "Really nonsense talk, huh?" She tittered and flipping her cell phone screen towards me and added, "what do think about it?" A video played in which Aviv was facing his back towards the camera and taking off his clothes. It was his room and suddenly the camera turned towards Becca and she was all naked laying on his bed.

I Fucked My Father’s Best Friend (5) Rebekah Uncle Mike didn’t say anything at first. He just kept looking at me, surprise written all over his face. Of course he wouldn’t believe his little Becky would stand in front of him like this, half naked, begging him to fuck her. His eyes moved from my face down to my chest and then back up again like he was still trying to make sense of what was happening. “Rebekah, this is not…”

he asked, "In a few hours, I think," Becky said, A few hours later, Mr. Derrick called Becky to get ready for her shopping, and when Mr. Derrick ended up with the phone conversation, she walked Into the bathroom, freshen up, and dressed In her T-shirt, and fitted jeans pant and she brush , styles her hair, with little touches of a nude makeover, and she wore smart snickers, and she came out of her room, and she walked the lawn to the garden and sat down quietly waiting for Mr. Derrick, but to her surprise, she saw a handsome guy, with six packs, a very good physique coming towards her, and Becky was lost In watching him coming, and she didn't know when the guy comes close to her because she

Just as I was about to knock the second time, the door creaked open, leaving my hand hanging midair. And at the threshold of the door. Stood a god in all his glory. And there I knew. I absolutely, could not, do this. Ace Beckham was shirtless. I gasped, watching as droplets of water drifted from his wet hair, trailing down his well defined abs that begged to be worshipped. Rolling down his skin and into his… Oh heavens. The goddess above fucking take me. He was trouser-less too. A towel hung low on his waist, the scent of strawberry after shower filling my nostrils as I stared at the V that was so visible through the towel.

"You like Jordan right?" Ogechi shrugged her shoulders at becca,"Yes why?" Becca let out a laugh. "I saw Jordan and Amarachi together"

I told them that they don't have to do it, but they just don't listen. "What is there to hear from him, Becks? I caught him having sex with another woman." I huff angrily and answer Becky. She narrows her eyes at me and walks towards me. I look away from her and snort. "Fine, I caught him with a naked woman in his room." She again glares at me, and I roll my eyes. I know I can't win. "Okay, she was in a towel. Which actually means she was naked." "Nikki, you sound ridiculous. Just because Sophia opened the door in a towel and Christopher was in the bed with his boxers on doesn't mean that they were having sex." Becky says exasperatedly.

GEORGE. Tonight, I would win Normani back. No matter what. Today was that day when everything went back to normal. I saw Becky stride into the room from the pool. She was wearing a bikini, and the serpent tattoo on the side of her thigh. She walked over to me and wrapped her hands around my neck. I felt wet instantly, the water dripping down my chest.

But if it's awkward, we stop. 'Deal.' Jordan got up and took his laptop off the couch and placed it on the coffee table. We went into the living room and sat down on the cushions, very close to each other, even touching shoulders. He started a browser and entered a site and scrolled to a video thumbnail, two guys, one of them muscular like him, the other one lean-bodied, both naked. 'This one's basic. Begins with them kissing and proceeds to fuck. No BDSM, no rough stuff, just two men toying each other assholes. He pressed play and the screen was filled with the scene.

Jordan's hand found my bare back, stroking down my spine. In the next rounds, they lost. Riley lost his tee, revealing more tattoos. Jordan stripped his own shirt after, his muscles rippling as he tossed it aside. Broad shoulders, defined abs—I stared too long, my cock stirring in my jeans. I won one again, making Jordan drop his shorts. He stood with only his boxers around him, his bulge obvious, thick and… I can't describe it. It just looks insanely perfect. My mouth went dry, imagining it hard against me.