Jordynne Grace Book Novels & Stories

All I could think was, how the fuck is she going to fit that inside her? She alternated between us, sucking, stroking, licking, five full rounds, like she was savoring every second. Then she lowered her mouth to his balls, licking and sucking them slowly while she stroked him. Her eyes stayed locked on mine the whole time, like she was daring me to look away. Then she let us go and said, “I need some cock in me. Now.” Jordan and I exchanged a glance. I gave a silent nod. Grace climbed onto the bed, positioning herself with her ass at the edge, legs spread wide. Her pussy was dripping, glistening. She leaned back on her elbows and waited.

6:30 am. It was too early to wake up in the morning when I didn’t want to work out. Last night I had one of my best sleeps in my life, and something that I had dreamed of came true. Ananya was the perfect aphrodisiac and I couldn’t be luckier. Her sweet cum dripped down her wet pussy like a never ending waterfall and the perfect ‘o’ that she formed with her lips while coming down from her high was a picture that I wanted to hang on my wall.

Names that made Jordan’s blood run cold. “If anything happened to me,” Grace said softly, “she wanted this released publicly. No courts. No delays.” Jordan’s voice was low. “This would end him.” “Yes,” she replied. “But it would also burn everything around us.” He knelt in front of her, taking her hands. “Are you ready for that?” Grace didn’t hesitate. “I have been ready since the day he tried to erase me.” Jordan exhaled slowly, then nodded. “Then we do this together.”

"You might be right about that." Her lips curled up in a smug smile before she turned her full attention to me. “Hi, I'm Tiffany. Tiffany winner. " "Grace." I turned around until I was face to face with her. Immediately her smile slipped a little. Well, the memory of my childhood, a long scar that ran across my mouth to my chin, she had apparently not noticed before. “Maybe we should all pull paper bags over our heads. After all, nobody here wants to sully your sensitive sensitivity to aesthetics. "

A round of applause erupted. “This is still going to ruin everything,” Grace whispered, her voice low and laced with dread. And that’s when I knew. Something bigger was coming. --- Author's Note Grace is giving off serious I’ve got secrets energy 👀 Who’s ready for the next storm?

I narrowed my eyes at him as he walked in "What do you think I should’ve done? Let her stab me?" My voice was as cold as ice, but even as I spoke, the weight in my chest deepened. "Boss, you could've restrained her. She’s just a girl," Giovanni muttered, shaking his head, clearly unsettled as he scrutinized Grace's body. I didn't stab her in a fatal place; it was just a dip into the lateral part of her abdomen. I needed her to understand that I was Vermont Cardoniss. Grace had been caught on CCTV stealing a knife from the kitchen. The guys had already informed me before she made her silly move, and I just had to pretend, luring her to me like a lamb to its slaughterhouse.

"Please, mistress, you have been unwell. Allow me to assist you." "Stay where you are," Grace warned her. Until she figured out what was going on, she would trust no one. And without trust, there would be no touching. The girl froze in place. "Whatever you order, mistress. Did you want me to get something for you?" "No, uh, I just want to grab something from over there." Grace trudged forward. The mat fibers were as soft as they seemed and nuzzled her bare feet, tickling the sensitive regions between her toes. She walked slowly, allowing the uncertainty to drain from her abused limbs. By the time she swiped up the book and turned, she felt normal. Still, the girl had not moved. Her arm exten

Pretty like a dream with chubby, kissable cheeks, soft pink lips, and raven black hair spread around her in a perfect mess. I've had girlfriends before, but they were nothing like Ines, in fact, they were the complete opposite. They were tall, blonde, and free. She was small, perfectly fitting into my arms, with black hair hanging around her in perfect soft ringlets. None of them ever plagued my mind as she did, none of them ever appeared in my dreams like wild seductresses, and thinking back on it, I had thought they were the one for me at the time, but I must've been wrong.

With her earphones in, she pretty much ignored us. The worse thing about working out next to Grace was how fucking sexy she was. Every time she did a butterfly lift or a Good Morning, her muscles were sticking out so perfectly. Her spandex workout shorts really accented her ass, making my dick hard just looking at her. “Time to go.” Damon announced. Grace pulled out an earbud. “I wrote everything down for you. It’s on our coffee table. I’m going to finish the bank shit.” She wasn’t done with her workout.

DANIEL POV Amelia begins work on her third book when Grace is fifteen months old, and watching her find her voice as an advocate while being an active mother makes me fall in love with her in new ways every single day. "It's going to be different from the novels," she tells me one evening after Grace is in bed, showing me her outline. "Non-fiction. A guide about healing after trauma." I scan the chapter titles and my breath catches. "This is about us."