Jordan Poole Porn Novels & Stories

When she reached the waistband of Lena’s shorts, she paused, looked up. “Can I?” “Please,” Lena breathed. Jordan hooked her fingers in the shorts and panties together, dragged them down Lena’s legs, tossed them aside. Lena was bare now—neat triangle of dark curls, folds already swollen and glistening. Jordan made a low, appreciative sound. “You’re so fucking pretty.” She spread Lena’s thighs wider with gentle pressure, then leaned in and licked—one long, slow stripe from entrance to clit. Lena’s back bowed off the bed. “Oh god—”

“You can't let any woman touch you the way I do. Fuck, you're so submissive to stupor. And you never knew that till I touched you, am I right or right? “Shut up.” His groans sent vibration through my chest and that coil ended up in my balls. Folks, I'm this close to bearing out my ass and letting him pound me till I'm a squirming mess. “That says I'm right.” Jordan nods. He wraps his hand around my dick, circling his thumb on the tip. He uses my precum as lube as he jerks sweetly. It feels so humiliation, so risky, and so wrong, having to experience it inside our closed cell.

I sent a text. I was stark naked when I heard the knock. Not only naked, I had reached for my toothbrush and it was half in me. I ignored the knock at first. I focused on pleasure. My hand was on my right breast and the other hand was working the toothbrush at uneven rhythm. I was turning on my couch and I loved it. Yeah I went for Pornhub, I was watching a threesome with two girls and a big cock pounding them. That’s what I wanted. To join Donald and his beauty blonde. I got something better.

The guys in the crowd looked at each other silently, then they simultaneously looked at Jordan, the head of the Weaver family. Everyone knew that Jordan had been a womanizer when he was young. Back in the days, he had even eaten a poisonous remedy made out of billies just for the sole purpose of sleeping around with women that put his life on the verge of death when he was only sixty years old. So, he was the man who slept with the most women among them all.

I go to G****e and search for my favorite pornsite. There, I grin and go to my history where the premium videos I paid for lay in order. And then I begin to watch them one after the other. Joseph Garren, my favorite pornstar bursts into the room and sees his step-sister playing with her clit with the help of a six-inch dildo. According to the video, he’s been secretly admiring the girl. So, seeing her sprawled on the bed like a sacrificial lamb with thick fluid gushing from her pussy onto the bed, he figured

“It’s not news, Pipe. It’s you!” Sabrina takes the phone from Jordan and mashes down on the link, which opens directly to the school’s website. From there is a small black box with a white triangle that she clicks and right away Piper and I are treated to a full view of us. We’re naked in living color. That night we got super freaky and I had her strip for me. Shit. It's all there. My head between her legs; her riding me. Every position. Us all over the room. Including her blowing my mind—and my dick. What the fuck? “Who would do this,” Piper says. “It’s wrong. That’s private. It has to be illegal.”

Jordan lay on her body, deepening the angle and depth of the penetration. Sweat mingled with free unhindered moaning filled the cottage. Pheromones emitted from the two mates were maddening. The pleasure only intensified with time until he couldn't hold it anymore. Her name was the only thing he could utter albeit with difficulty. From the way she was moaning, it was clear that her release wasn't far either. Jordan got out of her and turned her sweaty body, watching as she lay on her back. Her lips were red and inviting him to capture them so he sucked and nibbled until he could almost draw blood.

"Um, sorry to barge in. The name's Lane Parker." I swallowed hard. Lane Parker? The porn star from out West? The porn star that got Drake drunk? "H-hi," I stuttered as my gaze moved to the woman standing just behind him. She was an older lady, but still as gorgeous as ever. Her long blonde hair reached her hips that were perfectly shaped like an hourglass. I noticed that she was skin and bones with the most voluptuous breasts I had ever seen. They were totally fake. Her gaze studied me just as much as I studied her. Who the hell was this too? My head wasn't in the right space to deal with more shit today.

“Not yet. First, we talk about the photos.” Her stomach dropped. “Photos?” Jordan took out his phone and showed her. There she was from the Christmas party three years ago. She was drunk and touching herself in the copy room. Another picture showed her panties when she bent over. A short video of her moaning in the bathroom. She thought no one saw. “You… you watched me?” Her voice shook. “I protected what I want,” he said. “You are the hottest slut here, Goodness. I have wanted to fuck you since your first day. Your boring husband does not deserve this body. I do.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just so intriguing.” “So anyway,” Jordan continued, “things out of my control began to happen. As I was finishing up peeing, I started to get hard again. It was involuntary you know. If I hadn’t been staring, it wouldn’t have happened, but I couldn’t stop it.” “I tucked it away in my boxers and made for the door, hoping it would deflate before she noticed, but it just got more rigid and by the time I walked out into the hallway, it was tenting my shorts. You can hide a hard-on in regular jeans or shorts, but you can’t hide one in a pair of boxers, so I hurried back to the room so I could slip my shorts on. Before I could get them up my legs, Lily walked in and noticed I was