Novel & Cerita Jules Jordan Nude

Her skin glistened under the lights. Alex dropped onto the bench across from her, legs spread wide, watching every move. Her own tank was drenched, heavy tits aching from the pump, nipples stiff. “You always strip like a desperate whore when I’m around, or is this new?” Jordan turned, shoving her shorts down her hips. The top of her shaved pussy came into view, puffy lips slightly parted, already shiny from more than just sweat. “Jealous you can’t pull off looking this good, you bulky fucking meathead?”

Her heart was racing Jordan started takinh off his shoes also, when he was finished, he shrugged out of his suit jacket and tossed it on the chair next to her purse, revealing the simple white t-shirt underneath. It stretched over his chest and upper arms, and his jeans rose low on narrow hips. Leila couldn't help but stare. His body was raw sculpted muscle and loose limbed coordination. He was by far the finest male specimen she had ever laid eyes on. She had forgotten how amazing this man looked.

“You look like you need vitamin D and dick pics. In that order.” Stella snorted into her coffee. I managed a tiny laugh despite myself and sank onto the couch, pulling Nicholas’s hoodie tighter around me like armor. For the first time in forty-eight hours, the air felt almost normal. Jules flicked through her phone, showing us photos from some dating app she’d apparently downloaded “for research.” Shirtless guys on yachts, guys with puppies, guys doing that obnoxious finger-to-the-lip pose. “Okay, but look at this one,” Jules said, zooming in on a bronze god with dimples sharp enough to cut glass. “Tell me you wouldn’t let him ruin your life for a weekend.”

"I want you to stay away from Nolan. Completely." That didn't sound like a plea, but an order. Jules pulled away and stared at him. He was serious. She smirked and pulled away completely before replying. “You don't have to worry about that.” ***** Jules tapped her feet against the hard ground, her eyes darting left and right but mostly a head, right at the arrivals terminal. She was in a simple white top and jeans, her hair pulled into a ponytail with dark shades on to avoid even the slightest recognition.

“You really think we wouldn’t notice you putting on a show like that?” Before I could answer, another set of hands gripped my hips, Orlando. Jordan’s leaner frame pressed against my side, his fingers threading through my wet hair. “You were teasing us just now,” Jordan murmured, voice still gravelly. “Walking around naked, shaking that ass like you weren’t begging for attention.” I shivered under the water, my cock already hard and twitching against my stomach. “I wasn’t begging,” I lied softly, tilting my head back against Macmillian’s chest.

With one last glance in the mirror, she opened the bathroom door and headed back to Judd. He let out a low whistle as she entered the room. "Holy hell, Jessi, you are something else." She was momentarily too distracted by his appearance to complain about the lack of coverage. He wore tight black leather jeans topped by a black silk shirt which was unbuttoned to the waist. As he moved, every ripple of every muscle was on display. The long sleeves were unbuttoned and folded up to the middle of his strong forearms. "You look…wow," she managed. "But seriously, Judd, how am I going to get to the club without being arrested for indecent exposure?"

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.

Remaining herself in her underwear. He was silent, he also removed his clothing and stopped removing his clothes that covered his intimate parts. "Ready? You don't want to open it again?" Jasmine shook her head. "Okay."He lifted Jazzy's body which was only covered in nude underwear then put her in a bathtub filled with warm water and herbs.

Jules didn’t resist when Reed pulled out, even though his hole twitched in protest, used to the fullness now, aching for more. He barely had a second to breathe before Reed flipped him onto his stomach, strong hands dragging him up onto his knees like a ragdoll. “Hands behind your back.” Jules obeyed. Reed grabbed his wrists, pinned them there with one hand, the other spreading Jules’s ass wide, exposing everything—slick, red, stretched open and dripping. He growled at the sight, cock twitching hard again despite the mess they’d already made.

Barely even half-dressed, I pressed my clothes tight against my chest insanely aware of his eyes on me. Honestly, I couldn't count the number of times I had been naked at the club, but with Jordan's eyes on me, I felt more exposed than ever. He wasn't in his customary attire of jeans and a t-shirt and instead was wearing a pair of slacks and a button-up shirt that hung loose. It looked as if he had just come from the office which considering he was Reed's right-hand man in most everything, including this club, he very well might have. Either outfit was a stark contrast to the leather and chains that most of the other Dom's or Domme's wore around here. He cleared his throat loudly, making me