Jules Jordan Nude Novels & Stories

LYRA The jet cabin is silent. Not calm. Just silent. I’m seated by the window. Lucas is next to me, arms crossed, a hard gaze. He hasn’t said a word since we climbed the steps of the aircraft. In front, Alexandre. Sitting. Upright. Tense. And to his right… Cassandre. Perfect, well-groomed, her face serene, falsely relaxed, hands resting on her knees as if she still controls something. But I see the little tension in her fingers.

No more teasing games. Jordan pushed me down on my back, yanking my shirt off. Naked now, spread out for them. They stripped too, their cocks springing hard and ready. Jordan's cock was thick, his veins bulging, the head angry red. Riley's curved with that piercing, his balls heavy below. "Spread your legs," Jordan ordered. I did, my knees to chest, hole exposed. Cool air kissed it, making me clench. Riley knelt between, his eyes locked on my ass. "Fuck, look at that pink pucker. Begging for cock already."

“You look… edible. Seriously. If I were into dick, I’d be on my knees for you right now.” I laughed, a nervous, breathy sound, and ran a hand through my messy hair. “You’re just saying that ‘cause you love me. You can’t be objective.” “Objective? My pussy is pulsing, Jules. That’s pretty fucking objective.” She turned the screen to me. A picture of me, sprawled on my bed, stared back. I was shirtless, the low-slung jeans doing a terrible job of hiding the fact I was commando and already half-hard. My head was thrown back, the line of my throat exposed, a sheen of sweat on my collarbones making my skin look like polished gold. “Look at that. This is Fire. You should definitely send that to Le

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.”

he commented wryly as he stepped free of both boots and jeans and leaned down to strip off his socks. “F-k me,” he added as he looked up to find that Harry had removed their clothing, standing waiting in their underwear, a chemise over a toned torso revealing pierced nipples through the clinging satin, and a bellybutton piercing peeking through the lace hem framed by the strong lines of stomach muscles. A trail of fine gold hair disappeared into a pair of satin boxer shorts that matched the chemise, the split side seams parting over strong thighs corded with muscle and covered in hair a couple of shades darker. Jules managed not to choke on his drool, swallowing clumsy. “I… You…”

“Stay there, naked. Legs open. Let her see what she’s walking into.” I leaned back on my elbows, thighs spread wide, cum still glistening on my inner thighs, pussy swollen and dripping. He opened the door. Lauren. Blonde hair, sundress clinging to her curves, nipples hard under the thin cotton, eyes wide behind sunglasses. She stepped inside without waiting, a bag slung over her shoulder. “Jules, I tried calling, power’s back, thought I’d surprise—” She stopped when she saw me. Naked. Spread on the counter like a feast, pussy glistening, tits heaving. Julian behind her, with the towel barely containing him, hand already sliding up her thigh under the dress, fingers finding no panties, just w

“Just come in as you are.” I nodded, stepping into the small changing room. My hands shook a little as I undressed—jeans, blouse, bra, panties—folding them neatly on the bench. I looked at the towel, then at my reflection. Screw it. I was here to let go, wasn’t I? I walked out naked. Jules’ eyes darkened as I stepped into the room, but he kept his expression professional—warm, not leering. “Lie face down for me,” he said softly. “We’ll start there.”

It’s just that the latter’s physique is more elegant because of the age difference between the two. Zandro is older so his physical feature is well-defined and lean than him. but soon when they are more mature like Zandrohe will be like his brothers. Jules is tall at 6ft. height, matched with his expressive eyes that catches everyone's soul, it's as if it can always communicate just by looking at you and also his very masculine scent, a wood and aqua scent that tingles the nose. It’s gentle and smooth to whom who comes near him.

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?”

It gives you everything. “Take off my dress immediately,” I ordered. They placed me on his bed and took off my dress, leaving me in just a black-laced thong. I cupped my breasts instantly and turned to them. “Tell me you like what you see.” "You're so beautiful and so is your body. You’re a goddess and you should be worshipped." Jules said as his eyes fixed on my body. “As your dominant, I want you to give me pleasure,” I ordered again and they didn’t hesitate to do my bidding.