Jordan Beckham Nude Novels & Stories

The sound of buckles snapping and pads dropping echoed through the locker room as he peeled away the layers one by one, until he was standing in nothing but his jock strap. A wide elastic waistband sat low on his hips, while a thin stretch of fabric framed and supported him in front, leaving his ass completely bare except for the straps curving under and around the tops of his thighs. It left little to the imagination, every line of muscle on display. Aiden stepped inside just then, mid-sentence. “You promise to behave while we’re there—” His voice caught instantly. His eyes widened slightly, his words faltered, and the hand still holding his phone lowered as his throat worked in a hard swal

Rhonda came out and worked the heavy bag, then she did laps. About eleven, Julia came out and said, "Becky's ready, Master." I dried off and went inside. Becky was on the bed, naked. Getting on the bed with her, I just kissed and made out with her, stroking and touching, preparing her body for sex. She was panting, ripe and ready for picking by the time I stopped. Julia lubed her little asshole thoroughly. Becky lubed my cock. "I can't believe this is going to fit inside me. Will it hurt?"

Things were quiet the next few minutes until Becky came down. Her hair was still damp from showering, and she was only wearing a T shirt that barely covered the cheeks of her sumptuous ass. Underneath, her large tits wobbled freely and conspicuously. Chad couldn't help taking a deep breath at the sight of her, and Becky responded with the biggest, brightest grin he'd ever seen. She didn't show the slightest embarrassment over the fact that everyone in the room could probably hear her cries of ecstasy not long before.

The city lights glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow over her bare skin. A soft moan slipped from her lips as she slid two fingers beneath the lace, circling her swollen clit. On the large TV mounted on the wall, the video played loud enough for her to hear every filthy word. “Daddy’s little girl has been so bad today,” the deep male voice growled from the screen. “Look at that wet pussy dripping for punishment.” Becky’s back arched, her free hand squeezing one of her full, perky breasts. Her nipples were tight and aching. She was soaked—embarrassingly soaked. The kind of wet that made her thighs slick.

The door gave way and a shirtless Jordan stood before her. For the love of God, the man only had on low hanging sweats with his sculpted abs and defined Vee line on display. She gulped, damn he's fucking gorgeous and even more so with the upper half of his solid six feet three, naked. She bit her bottom lip to keep her from reaching for him and exploring that expose expanse of hot skin with her itching fingers. His emerald pools darkened and she knew she wasn't on that blazing track of desire alone.

Jake I woke, and see Becca still sound asleep next to me. She was laying, naked and on her stomach, the covers pushed down, and the bedding covered only her legs. The rest of her body was on show. I smiled, looking at her. She was beautiful, any time of the day. I gently grazed my fingers over her perfect curves, making sure not to wake her up.

I can hear my intestines wiggling like worms in protests. And oh that hissing sound? I bet it's fat sizzles. I carefully and quietly appear from the wall and what stands in front of my eyes, the back facing me, is Jordan Crown himself. He's topless, only wearing an apron. I can see the well-defined muscles of his back, the rough and firm muscles that link his broad shoulders. That athletic structure reaches all the way down, which his round and healthy buttocks restricted from going further. I know he has the cake. It forms against his gray sweatpants. HIS GRAY SWEATPANTS!

It's okay to go outside now", Nehemiah said sweetly to me and I appreciated with a smile. I didn't realise Beck's hand was still pulling me so close to him until Nehemiah's stare fell on our point of intersection. I'm a math dweeb. I shifted and balanced on my feet, Nehemiah chuckled and started talking to Beck in Spanish. I could pick up some words like dead and quick but I was totally lost in the conversation. I just stood there and then got out my phone to scroll down Instagram while the two brothers talked to each other. I was shocked when I had a new follower, I mean I did have a decent following on Instagram by descent I am talking twenty thousand because I post quotes from all my book

The next shows her laughing, his mouth close to her ear as he whispers something that clearly delights her. My chest tightens as I move to the sixth picture: another kiss, this one more intimate. The seventh… they’re in her bedroom, on her bed. Kissing. I force myself to look at the last three. Two shows Becky by a pool, naked and carefree, Tyson in nothing but a towel beside her. The final image is even worse: Becky lounging seductively on a deck chair while Tyson kneels beside her, his face buried between her legs. The world feels like it’s tilting, and I close the laptop with a sharp click, my hands trembling slightly.

Damien sucked her clean, taking every inch of her into his mouth. "The best juice on Earth." Damien said with a smirk. Celestine was still breathing hard from reaching orgasm. She hadn't recover from the mind blowing feeling yet. Damien got out of bed and began to remove his belt. He removed his jean and shorts. His erection sprang free, standing all proud and tall. Celestine looked at his manhood and gulped, she hadn't seen him yesterday clearly. She felt shy seeing Damien's war weapon. He was huge and Celestine could not help but stare at it. Damien found her expression amusing.