Novel & Cerita Jules Bond Nude

Jules averted his gaze. “Wait,” Liam said. “Did that happen to you with your—” “I don’t want to talk about it,” Jules said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Come on, don’t be a prude—” “I’m not being a prude,” Jules snapped. “The bond just hurts when I think of him, okay?” The curious gleam in Liam’s eyes disappeared, replaced with pity. It was almost worse. Pursing his lips, Jules looked down at his hands. “Anyway,” he said. “Just because he smells nice, it doesn’t make him a good person. He’s a—”

“Strip yourself naked. We've seen every part of you.” Then, I heard the clinking of jewelry. We barged into the room. “Stop!” Bruno thundered, pointing his cocked gun at them. They escaped through the window, the lady was half-dressed, leaving her clothes behind. Juliano was there, sleeping. They used sedatives on him or whatever. I only saw her brown hair and back view, not her face. Juliano was half-naked. I couldn’t bring myself to watch his full body. I just watched his broad chest and well-defined abs.

When I re-entered the bedroom Julius had on a pair of black shorts and was slipping on a fitted black t-shirt, and whilst he looked fucking incredible, I decided I absolutely preferred him to be naked. “Would you like to take a picture?” He chuckled as he caught me gawking. Heat flushed my cheeks, my heart fluttering at the reference to the words I’d spoken weeks ago when we’d first met. “I would actually, but without the clothes, they cover up your best assets.” I winked.

He was curled up on the right side of the bed, hugging one of the pillows and staring at the door. I was still in my sweats, so I went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of sleep pants and a sleeveless tee. I shucked the sweats and tossed them on the dresser. A sharp intake of breath made me smile. Slowly, deliberately, I turned around in only my boxer briefs. Jules was gaping at me. “You like what you see?” I asked. “Uh-huh.” He nodded, raking his eyes up and down my frame. “How are you so built when you don’t work out?”

"Are you really that clueless or are you just being annoying? Clearly, I'm taking my clothes off." Jesus Christ! Although his back was to her, he still shut his eyes trying not to think about the growing pile of clothes as she took off more articles of clothing. "You can turn back now." She called out behind from behind him. Jules didn't move, opening his eyes he stared at the cracks on the wall. "I'm done, Julian you can look now." He took a deep breath still not moving. "Are you naked?" She didn't answer immediately, "maybe."

I asked, trying to gauge his reaction. “Nope, I don’t think I do. Maybe you are being a little paranoid. He seemed nice to me,” “I’m not being paranoid, you just don’t get it!” I frowned. Jules shrugged, took off his shirt, and went into the bathroom to shower or something, I wasn’t exactly sure. He emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later with his hair wet. He looked hot with a towel tied to his waist, showing his v-cut. I walked up to him and kissed him and he smiled, kissing me back.

She gasped, nudging his hard chest. “Stay still.” Murmured Jules as his hand tightened so as not to drop her. “You might harm yourself if you keep doing that.” Briefly, Janice relaxed, then furrowed her brow as she peered at herself once more. “Don’t worry. No one saw it.” Said Jules, kicking the door open. He settled her on the bed and sat on the edge whilst tugging off the brown loafers he donned. Janice watched as he yanked off his shirt soon after. Her nipples tightened as she ogled his perfect body.

Not with the way my body ached for something I hadn’t dared to admit out loud. I got up to open the window and cool down, but the second I turned around, my breath caught in my throat. She was awake. Jules. Naked on her bed. Sheets pushed to the side. Her legs spread. Her fingers gliding slowly through her folds like she’d been watching me this whole time. Her eyes locked on mine. Her mouth was open, soft little moans slipping out with every stroke of her fingers. My knees got weak just looking at her. She didn’t even blink. Her voice was low, deep, dirty. “Get over here and sit on my face.”

This entertainment news headline was already on the trending topics. After a period of silence, Roman, who was kicked out from the international fashion circle, rose again and set off huge waves in the entertainment circle that had been relatively calm recently. Roman not only exposed the chat records of him and Julie, but he also exposed Julie’s nudes. Those photos were taken in various positions, and Julie did not look like she was conscious when those photos were taken. Although the critical parts were all censored, Nicole could clearly identify the tattoo of the letter “Q” on Julie’s ankle.

“It was too pretty not to wear, don’t you think?” “Yes,” Jules’ toed off his boots in compliance with Harry’s removal of his jeans and underwear, and Harry added them and Jule’s socks to the basket. “Very pretty.” “Sometimes just wearing a little bit, makes the nudity more so,” Harry placed a table next to Jules and stepped back to fill a washbowl from the bath. “How lovely,” they added pausing to admire the artwork they had made of their lover, cuffed, and collared in leather, naked, chained to the wall. The contrast of Jules’ silky skin and muscle against the rough stone and wood caused Harry to groan slightly with want.