Jordan Poole Porn Novels & Stories

“These. Described them to me: full, sensitive. Pinch them while you ride your fingers?” “Yes,” she gasped, arching. 'And you told me to imagine your thick cock stretching me. Is it as big as you bragged?' He chuckled darkly, stripping her bra off, mouth latching onto a nipple. Sucking hard, teeth grazing. “Bigger. Gonna prove it. But first, confess: how many times did you cum thinking of me owning you?” Jordan's hands fisted his hair, pulling. “Every night after our hacks. Hated losing to you, so I'd touch my clit, whispering your alias like a curse.” She ground against his leg, pussy soaking her panties.

I ended things, and would only fall into his trap of plead and get back with him if I want him dead real fast. I’m not oblivious to the situation at hand. How Jasper has been by all means finding Jordan, wanting to murder his own sim, so brutally! My phone beeped, the content causing plague of aching attack in my wet ache. Jordan: The biggest mistake you would want to make is give my pussy to someone else. My breath hung in the air. I blinked once. Twice. The way he claimed my pussy as his tempted me. All the same daring me to share it with someone else. That made me want to do it and see the stunts he would pull.

Jordan hovered over her, thrusting steadily, his familiar rhythm building pleasure in slow waves. “Fuck, Aurora… you feel so good tonight,” Jordan groaned against her neck, hips rolling. Aurora moaned softly, wrapping her legs around him. But her mind kept drifting. Every time Jordan pushed inside her, she pictured a thicker cock… the one from the photos, the one she’d seen outlined in grey sweatpants. She bit her lip, trying to focus. “Harder,” she whispered. Jordan obliged, picking up pace. The bed creaked under them.

He buried himself deep and filled her with pulse after pulse of his release. Jordan pulled out of her mouth, stroking himself until he came across her breasts and tongue. Emily swallowed what she could, licking her lips with a shy but satisfied smile. They spent the afternoon lounging naked in the sun, hands lazily stroking and teasing. Emily discovered she loved being watched. She rode Alex slowly on the bench while Jordan filmed a short, private video on his phone—something for them to enjoy later. Her hips rolled with growing confidence, taking him deeper each time until she shattered again, soaking his cock.

Elisa heard Jordan saying to the manager while she entered. “I didn’t have to call an accountant to catch you,” Jordan looked too disappointed in him. But he was only talking sarcastically. “Mr. Poole I was wrong. Please give me a chance,” the manager pleaded. “Tch. So that you can again fool us and hide a large sum before eloping?” Jordan asked, and the manager was trembling out of fear. He knew this club belonged to Edwin Wilson and Jordan Poole. Two most powerful men in the country. He messed up with the wrong person.

As soon as her car pulled out of the driveway, he grabbed his phone and called Jordan. The moment they picked up, Alex’s voice dropped low. “You’re playing a dangerous game sending those photos while I’m home with her.” Jordan’s laugh was low and filthy. “Did you get hard at the breakfast table? Tell me the truth.” “Rock hard,” Alex admitted. “Had to hide it from my wife.” “Mmm. I’m touching myself right now thinking about it. Want to hear?” Before Alex could answer, soft, wet sounds came through the speaker — Jordan’s fingers sliding in and out of their soaked pussy. Their breathing grew heavier, little moans escaping.

Alex watched, mesmerized, as Jordan reached back and worked two fingers into his own hole, moaning openly. “Fuck, that’s hot,” Alex breathed. Jordan added a third finger, riding his own hand while his hard cock leaked pre-cum onto Alex’s stomach. When he was ready he grabbed a fresh condom, rolled it down Alex’s throbbing length, and positioned himself. He sank down slowly, eyes locked on Alex’s the entire time. The tight heat was almost too much. Jordan’s ass was perfect—hot, velvety, gripping him like a vice. “Shit—Jordan—you feel incredible,” Alex gasped.

I think he may have passed. "You're his girlfriend?" asked Jordan. "He likes them tall and beautiful. I've been in rehab and only got out a few days ago. We could watch some old movies but no TV. It's a bad influence when you're trying to sober up. That means I didn't see all that wild shit you guys did with those shooters until yesterday. Somehow, I missed that you're his girlfriend. Will you be able to stand your Ken doll boyfriend working with me? It's pretty well known that I have a habit of sleeping with the men I work with," stated Jordan matter-of-factly.

Zain stood up. Megan bent to take a piece of meat, and a bowl of the local drink Zain made. "For the road." They both laughed. *** Mrs. Sparks and Caroline stood across the door of Jordan's bedroom. "Start talking before I tear you apart." Mrs. Sparks spoke harshly. "Explain the reason why your sex tape is trending online." "Nothing." Jordan replied boldly. "That's my only explanation." "She's not even remorseful, great." Caroline murmured to herself.

I turn the water on in the shower, and we get in. "I've never had sex in the shower," Jordan says as his hands run over my body. Everywhere he touches me feels like he's waking something up that I thought had died a long time ago. When his hand slides between my legs, I grip his shoulders. A finger slides inside while his thumb rubs my clit. I can't wait anymore. I need him now. "Me neither. This can be a first for both of us." I wrap my arms around his neck, and he lifts me to wrap my legs around him.