Romans & histoires Jules Jordan Nude

It washes through me as I remove my top. Jude reaches for my shorts and undoes my button. I lift my bottom off the mattress as he pulls them down my hips, taking my panties with them. He gets out of his jeans while I unhook my bra. And then he is settling between my legs, his naked body brushing against mine. He takes my hands in his and holds them above my head, pressing into the mattress. “Are you wet?” he asks, his blue eyes looking down at me with a heat that looks like it could set a dry grassland on fire.

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

It was past midnight and I couldn’t wake anyone and honestly, I didn't want to. My right hand has recovered to an extent now. I got to the kitchen door and pushed it open. Light spilt from the inside leaving me surprised someone was here this late I stepped in and my gaze immediately fell on Jules who was seated by her laptop going through pictures and sipping some coffee. She was completely engrossed in her work; she didn't even notice someone had just entered. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun leaving her baby-like makeup-free face clear. She was wearing a silk nightdress which wasn't seductive in any way but was light enough that it outlined her curves as she sat down working.

“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.”

"But not as great as Blackjack." She tossed back her head and laughed. "Ouch. Okay. Turnabout fair play and all that." She stood up and reached for the straps of her sundress, flicking them off her creamy shoulders. She wiggled again-just like in the chair-and the thin cotton fabric slithered down her body. Leaving her completely naked. "Oh, my God," I whispered. "You didn't have anything on under there?" Juliet lifted her hands. "Nothing but a smile."