Jules Jordan Nude Novels & Stories

Her breasts were so beautiful and tempting; how could he not do justice to them? Ultimately, she was almost completely naked, save for her thong. He, on the other hand, still had his shirt on. He quickly took it off and kicked off his pants and underwear, leaving himself mother-nude. Lying on the mat, Julee spread her legs and even held them. "Come, brother-in-law, have a taste of what your brother's been enjoying," she beckoned with a sultry look. And Recson didn't resist. He approached her and knelt between her thighs. Then, he slid her damp underwear to the side, revealing her beautiful cunt.

My palm twists gently over the head of my cock, My hips rocking forward, embracing the adrenaline flooding my body I closed my eyes tight, and there she is—Jules. Radiant, confident, her naked skin glowing under imagined light, Her breasts are perfect, nipples drawn tight. I picture her stepping into the shower with me and the steam from the shower curling around us, our bodies unclad and free.

Something had changed for her, and it wasn't just my arrival. The bathroom was large for an apartment, with a wide garden tub and hand shower, instead of the usual combination tub and shower. Jules shut the door, and then went to run the water, bringing steam to the air. I stepped out of my sandals, but she took over undressing me before I could do anything else. I raised my arms when she lifted my sweater over my head. She knelt to open the button on my pants and then slid them down along with my panties, while I removed my bra.

Julius doesn't attempt to catch her. His deep blue, silk-lined jacket falls beside her, soon followed by his dress shirt. The intimidating, nude form of Julius towers over her, his intentions malevolent. He kicks her onto her back, drinking in the sight of her exposed form. Positioning himself between her legs, he salivates visibly. One hand frantically pumps his hardened cock, the other clasps her hip with unyielding strength. He teases the head of his member against her mound, causing her to shudder in horror.

“Poppy asked me earlier what lube is used for,” Jagger said while we were in the bedroom, and Jozzer was currently applying lotion to my legs. Janus choked on the water he was drinking while Jordan laughed out loud. My eyes widened, and my face flushed intensely hot at his sudden remark, especially now, just as we were getting ready for bed. I suppressed a moan when Jozzer began massaging my feet, and I shot a sharp glare at Jagger, who was smirking at me. When we got home earlier, I was glad because Jordan had cooked a simple dinner, and because I was so hungry, I ate a lot. I thought they would stop me, but they said I would just make up for it during my workout with Janus tomorrow. They s

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?”

The text from his wife saying she was almost home made everything feel urgent and terrifying. “Fuck…” he breathed. “Show me.” That was all they needed. Jules stood up first. She pulled her tiny top off slowly, letting her perky tits bounce free. Her nipples were already hard. She pushed her shorts down next stepping out of them. She was completely naked now. Her pussy was shaved smooth and wet. Mia did the same. She took off her top and shorts, standing there bare beside her best friend. Her body was tight and smooth too. Both girls were breathing fast, eyes locked on Mark.

I have a nice body as a result of my regular working out, but if Jordan and I were to be sold out on an auction, ladies and gents would spread dollars at his feet, ignoring my existence. When we’re locked up in this cell, Jordan dominates this room with his shirtless form while I remain clothed from my shoulders to my feet. But right now, standing in my nudity, I feel a sense of triumph as Jordan studies every inch of my skin, his greedy eyes taking me in from my head to my toe as if he hasn’t seen a naked man before.

The elevator opened with a soft chime, and Jules stepped in like she owned the place. Black boots. Dark denim. A cropped leather jacket that screamed danger even without the twin blades strapped across her back like attitude. Her short hair was tousled, messy in the way that said she either didn’t care or just got back from doing something illegal. I stood barefoot in the center of the living room, robe belted tight, still reeling from the morning. Jules looked me up and down. “You look like you just tried to strangle a man with a champagne flute.”

I gulped, slowly got up to my feet, and began to pull my jeans down. I was standing before them in only my underwear now, letting their eyes tear me apart. Jaden sucked in a sharp breath, and Jordan's eyes got darker with each second his eyes lingered. “So… no one has ever touched that body?” Jordan whispered, his voice heavy. I pressed my fingers onto my thighs and tilted my head, intentionally letting the strap of my bra slide down my arm. “None that I know of,” I muttered in a sultry tone. Tension filled the room, and a thick fog of sexual desire hung over our heads.