Jordan Turpin Nude Novels & Stories

A man whose family name was literally carved into the granite foundation of the very building I was sitting in right now. And then, my gaze drifted to the right side of the page, where a media gallery sat next to the article. It was a high-resolution photograph taken at a high-society charity gala in Manhattan just last month. Jordan was standing in the center of the frame, dressed in a flawless midnight-blue tuxedo, looking untouchably elegant, cold, and entirely lethal. His dark eyes were staring straight into the camera lens with that exact same heavy, unblinking intensity that had pinned me to his hotel sheets.

The rug was thick and soft under my knees as she pushed me down onto all fours, facing the hearth. “Ass up,” she ordered softly. I obeyed, arching my back, spreading my knees wider. The position left me completely exposed, and the cool air kissing my soaked folds, heat from the fire licking at my front. Jordan knelt behind me. I felt her hands first—palms sliding over my ass, squeezing, spreading me open so she could see everything. “Fuck, look at you,” she breathed. “So pink. So swollen. Still leaking from earlier.” I whimpered, pushing back toward her.

But the moment my eyes fell on that envelope again, sitting exactly where I had left it, I knew I couldn’t ignore it. My fingers hovered over it for a long second before I finally gave in and slid the first DVD out. The one with his name written across it, Jordan 2 It was different from the one I had previously watched. The screen flickered to life. At first, there was just static. Then light. A dark, concrete room came into focus. And in the middle of it, him again, stripped naked with only boxer briefs. Jordan was chained to the wall, blood dripping down his chest, his body trembling with exhaustion. His face was barely recognizable beneath the bruises, but those eyes those fierce, golden

A small laugh escaped me even through the hurt and Jordan chuckled too, his hand resting on my knee. “Yeah and you’d text me the next morning saying your thighs were still shaking from how deep I went. We had fun Steph. Real fun, not whatever fake rich life that guy gave you.” We traded more stories then the laughter came easier mixing with the pain in my chest. I told him about the time he took pictures of me naked on his bed, his camera clicking while he described exactly how he was going to eat me out afterward. He reminded me of the weekend we barely left his bed just fucking and napping and eating takeout off each other’s bodies.

My hands fidgeting on either side of me. How was I supposed to explain? How could I possibly explain that in spite of my hesitation and denial, my nipples were harder than ever, my pussy throbbing and leaking with warmth. I covered myself with my hands as quickly as I could manage, but Jordan had already seen it with his own eyes. “You're such a pathetic fucking slut” he hissed. When he turned his back to me, I feared the worst. He'd abandon me. He'd leave me here… with these… vultures!

The thoughts of his hips moving against her made her pussy wet, and she had to stop masturbating right there. Then came his post on his TikTok account that made her want to have sex with him even more. Jordan's chest was bare, and he was wearing tight Louis Vuitton boxers that showed off his bulge.God, he was hot, looking like a sex god. She touched her phone, craving his body, his skin. He looked so sexy. She imagined him wrapping his legs around her and him pushing his cock into her until she cum.

I wonder what it would be like to run my hands down his defined chest. "Whoa! What happened to me? What am I thinking?" I smacked my head. "You are awake?" I snapped my head to find Jordan standing next to me. I blinked repeatedly. And he snapped his fingers in front of my face. "Where are you lost, baby? Like what you see?" A smirk was on his face and I immediately hid myself under the comforter. "Why are you roaming in the room naked?" I yelled at him. "To show off my handsome body." There comes a cheesy line from his side.

"Can you at least give a warning when you are naked or at least lock your fucking door?" Jordan said, catching himself. "Why? I am in my room and I just got out of the shower," He responded, Jordan was so lost staring at his tan and godly body, the man had everything perfect, he couldn't help but drool, his groin called for his attention, it would be so fucking pleasurable if he could run his tongue along that length, he suddenly felt the heat all over his body, he felt needy, he shouldn't feel that way, the guy wasn't into men and he should be hating the guy not wanting him, he was threading on wrong grounds and he should retract but then the body before him begged to differ.

She’s working my shorts and I help until they’re kicked aside. We stand facing each other nude for the first time. I snag my shorts and pull a condom from the back pocket. Jordan takes it from my fingers, gives me a sly smile, and rips it open with her teeth. I almost come on the spot. Seeing all of her naked turns my brain to slush. She takes a step closer. I reach out and touch her waist. “So damn soft,” I say out loud.

Jordan's hand found my bare back, stroking down my spine. In the next rounds, they lost. Riley lost his tee, revealing more tattoos. Jordan stripped his own shirt after, his muscles rippling as he tossed it aside. Broad shoulders, defined abs—I stared too long, my cock stirring in my jeans. I won one again, making Jordan drop his shorts. He stood with only his boxers around him, his bulge obvious, thick and… I can't describe it. It just looks insanely perfect. My mouth went dry, imagining it hard against me.