Jules Jordan Nude Novels & Stories

“It was too pretty not to wear, don’t you think?” “Yes,” Jules’ toed off his boots in compliance with Harry’s removal of his jeans and underwear, and Harry added them and Jule’s socks to the basket. “Very pretty.” “Sometimes just wearing a little bit, makes the nudity more so,” Harry placed a table next to Jules and stepped back to fill a washbowl from the bath. “How lovely,” they added pausing to admire the artwork they had made of their lover, cuffed, and collared in leather, naked, chained to the wall. The contrast of Jules’ silky skin and muscle against the rough stone and wood caused Harry to groan slightly with want.

"Are you naked under there?" "What?" I recoiled at the question, clutching my robe unconsciously. "Jules said to be naked." Grady turned his head away from me. He was ashamed for having to make the request. Grady usually did everything Jules wanted without question, but this was something that he was hesitant about. "Grady, no way!" I hissed. "He isn't going to do anything to you." Grady finally mumbled out. "Fine." I wanted to lock myself away in my little space, but that would do nothing. Jules had never demanded that I be naked before.

Jordan groaned, feeling his pants strain in reaction to the sight of her perfect Cupid's bow-shaped lips, coupled with the warmth her body seemed to cocoon him in; it was undoubtedly welcoming and soothing, almost like her body called out to me, not wanting him to detach from her. Jordan's ears suddenly turned pink when he remembered that she was naked underneath the sleazy robe she wore. She was perhaps wearing panties but after what had happened earlier in the kitchen, he was a hundred percent sure she wasn't wearing any bras. That discovery made his not-so-little, little man twitch in anticipation, but Jordan knew she wasn't ready yet; they both weren't ready yet and he didn't want her to

His hands cupped her face, his fingers cradling her milky skin. "Oh goodness me." Juliette pulled away, her eyes searching for whoever talked. Jazz stood close to the outside of the arena, her hands on her hips. Juliette flushed, stepping away from Jaxon, who had a cocky grin on his face. Jazz didn't look sad, but angry. It was practically radiating off the girl. She wasn't wearing her usual weekend attire; like dresses and skirts. Instead, she wore leather pants way to tight for her, and a leather jacket showing a little too mjuch clevage.

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