Jordan Turpin Nude Novels & Stories

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?"

But when I opened the door— I froze. Jordan stood by the kitchen island. Shirtless. His jacket lay tossed over a chair. Tattoos ran across his wide shoulder and down his arm. Sunlight from the window cut across his bare chest, accentuating his muscles and sharp angles. He looked relaxed and so fucking cute. For a split second, my breath caught. I hated that my body reacted before my mind did. Jordan noticed before I realized it and his lips curved slowly. “Morning, beautiful.” I swallowed and forced my eyes away. “Where’s Jalen?”

His eyes opened when the door opened and he came out wearing nothing but a blue towel covering his waist. “Wow,” he murmured looking at him. “Well this will not do.” “What?” Derrick questioned giving him a pointed look. Jordan pursued his lips when he walked over and tugged the towel down so he was naked and staring at him with a bemused expression. “Nakedness is needed.” “I’m the only one who is naked,” Derrick responded softly. “Yeah,” Jordan agreed before dropping down to his knees in front of him. “Yeah you are.” It seemed dropping to his knees in front of him sparked his half hard cock to life when Jordan circled his lips over the head, his tongue pressing into slit taking the pre-come

A stark naked cop dressed male stripper mounted on our table and begun to dance in a sultry way. We were all goners at this point, touching every part of his body. He rubbed his hands all over his sweaty and chiseled chest, winking at us. "This is HOT" Vanessa screamed. I was sure my mouth was hanging open at the sheer perfection of his body. As perfect as Jordan's body. Jordan. I whispered to myself and it resulted to a fucking nipple arousal. I shook the thoughts away. I'd fuck him more than ten times during this trip and can't seem to get enough.