Jordan Turpin Nude Novels & Stories

Jordan yelled back. The yelling only attracted the attention of people. Not many a person could recognize them because Jordan had changed the colour and style of her hair. She had started wearing make-up also. While Austin came dressed in a pair of white joggers with a matching hoodie. "Why will I leak my own sex tape on the internet?" Austin brought the tone of her voice down. "Why?" "You'd do anything for publicity, you and Jasper have started selling your content so quickly, right? That explains everything, but let me tell you..."

he whispered You want to see more... I teased. Jordan reached out and caught the edge of the towel. He didn’t yank it away. He simply held it, waiting to see if I would pull back. When I didn’t, he eased it down just enough to bare one breast. The cool air hit my wet skin. My nipple tightened further under his stare. He made a low sound in his throat. “Fuck,” he muttered. “No wonder they’re losing their minds.” who??? I whispered almost moaning

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.

“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.”

she teased. “Good.” Jordan tilted her head, watching me too closely. “You sure you’re fine?” “Yeah.” I left before they could push more. The cabin was quiet. Too quiet. I stepped in, grateful for the silence, and then froze. The sound of water running. The bathroom door half open. And through the crack— I saw him. Father Dorian. Completely bare. Broad shoulders. Muscles carved from stone. Tattoos covering his arms, back, curling over his ribs. His hair damp, water sliding down his chest.

“But I want in. Not just watching from the sidelines. Let me show you how much this turns me on.” We didn’t make it far. Jordan pulled me into the bathroom, turning on the shower until steam filled the room. We stripped each other under the hot spray, bodies pressing close. Water cascaded over his toned swimmer’s physique—defined abs, strong shoulders, that perfect V leading down to his hard cock. He dropped to his knees first, taking me into his mouth with familiar skill while the water pounded my back. I groaned, fingers in his wet hair, hips rocking gently. “Jordan… fuck.”

she found him standing by the window facing her, no, watching her. "Why are you not in bed" She asked. "I had to attend to something on my tabloid, didn't want to disturb you" he held up the tablet in his hand. Audrey nodded absent-mindedly, her eyes trailing his exposed torso, and the marks across it, her face heating up. "They are perfect " Jordan said trading her, it was then she realized that she was naked under the duvet. "Here" Jordan held out a navy blue t-shirt, obviously his but Audrey didn't refuse it.

Jordan says taking charge for me, I only nod my head yes agreeing with everything my mate is saying, he's right. He took us toward his room, the small room he's been sleeping in, but it's not as cold as it's usually is, it's much warmer, he took my clothes off, and mine, dragging us toward the bathroom, I should be shy at being naked for the first time in front of him, but I didn't look down, our eyes only met each other. Jordan cleaned me, he scrubbed the blood and dirt off me, the water was hot, helping my soul feel better, feel whole again.

If these blisters pop, I'll die. "Do you never sleep?” I ask as he walks me into the kitchen. "No, baby. We don't sleep.” He chuckles as he sits me on the counter next to the sink. "I got the cream.” Jordan says, walking into the kitchen. Cream? Jordan approaches me with a naked torso, showing off the curves of each ab on his stomach, they tense as he moves closer and closer to me. I feel my knees pressing together, trying to dull this unfamiliar ache. Jordan kneels down to my feet as Jacob sets a large cup of water next to me. My fingers grip around the glass as I gulp down the liquid.

"I mean, sir, Miss Bethany want to speak to you." "The door is opened." Jordan deep voice came from inside. Sara opened the door and moved away while Bethany went in. Her gaze fell on Jordan and her mouth went dried immediately. She was frozen to her spot as she stared at the half naked man standing before her. He was only wearing his black pant and nothing else on his upper body. Jordan slowly turned and faced her. Seeing how lost she was, staring at him, he smirked and asked in a low, deep voice that sent a wave of shock running through her bone, "You like what you see?"