Jules Jordan Nude Novels & Stories

That is almost worse. Jordan stands on Caleb’s other side, a thin gold band glinting on her pinky. Of course, it’s gold, as it matches the halter dress she has on, tight and damn near flawless. Tiny little details are what women do best. Her dress is showing more skin than Jade's as it cuts high, showing off athletic legs that look carved. Her skin’s a warm, lighter brown, striking against Caleb’s freckled fair complexion. Jordan's hair falls as silken strands to her shoulders, coal-black, sleek, and deliberate.

“I want to see you. All of you. And I want to be on top.” Julius dropped his backpack again. He approached, his eyes devouring her as she shimmied out of her jeans and panties, letting them pool on the floor. She hoisted herself up onto the smooth, cool surface of the desk, laying back briefly before pushing up onto her elbows, her legs spreading in blatant invitation. Her blonde hair fanned out around her. He undressed quickly, his earlier shyness completely gone. His cock, still slick from their earlier coupling and her fluids, sprang free, already hard again, thick and demanding.

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.

Celestine only nodded in response. Damien then lead her to his warehouse. He then opened the door to cell. Celestine was shocked to see the scene. Julie was crying, her eyes were swollen and dark shade of red. She was tied to a metal chair. Her eyes were looking at a particular direction. Celestine followed her line of site and froze. Amanda was laying naked and lifeless on ground. Her body was bruised and blood was dripping from her private part. Her eyes were lifeless.

She looked Jules up and down, a slow, deliberate inspection. "You're Jules," she said. "Yes," Jules whispered. "The ad said you were obedient," Cora said, walking closer. "We'll see." She stopped in front of Jules. "Take off your clothes." Jules's hands shook. She pulled the zipper on her dress and let it fall. She unhooked her bra and slid her panties down. She stood naked in the middlof the room.Cora walked around her. She stopped behind Jules. "Spread your legs."

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?”

I can hear my intestines wiggling like worms in protests. And oh that hissing sound? I bet it's fat sizzles. I carefully and quietly appear from the wall and what stands in front of my eyes, the back facing me, is Jordan Crown himself. He's topless, only wearing an apron. I can see the well-defined muscles of his back, the rough and firm muscles that link his broad shoulders. That athletic structure reaches all the way down, which his round and healthy buttocks restricted from going further. I know he has the cake. It forms against his gray sweatpants. HIS GRAY SWEATPANTS!

After all, there was strength in numbers and because I was a nice caring friend, I agreed even if I thought the whole idea of bondage and all those things was absurd. I dropped the mascara on the dressing table and faced her. "Fine, I'm ready." Then, I splayed my hands in front of her. "How do I look?" Jules' eyes roamed across my body once, twice, and then, she told me to spin. I did a little spin, blushing and she said, "Simply fantastic." Jules' bright idea for our outfit was lingerie. I didn't concede to that despite her telling me that that was the dress code for the club. I ended up wearing a white bralette and matching shorts that showed part of my bum. I didn't have much anyway.

“You name it.” Kent and Wiley sit back down, stretching out and watching expectantly while Jordan takes his time sauntering towards me. Both his brothers are visions of glorious nakedness, works of art that would make Michelangelo’s David throw in the towel. Jordan, naked to my hungry gaze and visibly aroused, comes nearer without me having to give a come-hither glance.

“You're practically naked, and you're asking what's wrong with your clothes? Did you even look in the mirror before you stepped out of the room?!” I folded my arms and pursed my lips. “Go and change out of those clothes.” “No.” “Logan!” “Why? Are you afraid you will get aroused while working out?” His eyes narrowed further. “What the hell —” “You're straight, aren't you? You don't need to worry about the clothes I wear indoors. Besides, it's not as if in wearing it out. I'm not a flasher.” Jules closed his eyes, inhaled and exhaled before he opened them. “We're going for a workout. You will meet others —”