Brad Mondo Nude Novels & Stories

“Brad, whoever he is, he knows everything yet has kept quiet until now. He's up to something. Find him before this shit gets uglier.” The line went dead. ~~~~~ Brad sat on his couch a long moment after the call ended, staring at the phone. The whiskey in his glass swirled slowly as he turned it in his hand, the burn of the drink sharp and bitter on his tongue. The thought of his wife being protected, not just by anyone, but by someone powerful enough to spook Toni Morano, was almost laughable. The smirk on his face lingered for a heartbeat before it crumbled. Slowly, his eyes lost their gleam, turning intense and cold.

Brad, he closed his mouth with his both palms and looked constantly at me. " So, what do you think Brad? Is the CEO of The Game Zone, ugly, scarred, big tummied old gig ?" Both me and Alex were smiling at him. This laughter was reserved for this day, for a very long time. Brad's face was watchable and, something like true bleaching of his face, pale and white...

"Oh, you're good for plenty more aren't you? Tell you what, I don't think you've cum yet, have you? Let's sort that out before I have my own." .... Good of him.... Now he works her harder, with his hands, probing inside her, playing with her bud. I begin to relax again as Charlotte, hips bucking, screams and giggles under his attentions. .... You really are good for more, aren't you.... The rest of the group close by, Brad glances around. "Hold her lads. Stretch her open wide. Let's all get a good view. Have we any pillows?" As cushions are passed across and shoved under her, angling her hips upwards even further, he produces a vibe. "Ready Girlie? I'm gonna make you scream...."

She screamed. I took the phone from her and saw the newest tabloid. The paparazzi captured a picture of Monique and I by the pool, lips locked. What they didn't capture was me pushing her away and firing her. You can make any picture look bad if you catch it at the right moment. "Lynn, it's not what you think..." "No? Well, what about this one?!" She stole the phone back from me, scrolled a bit, and showed me again. "Fuck," I hissed out as I stared down at Brooke Saddle naked on my lap with her tits in my face and my eyes straight down at them. "This isn't what you think either."

The only person not impressed by the four shirtless men with sculpted abs and Adonis faces in the room was Adriana who barely took notice of their state of undress or their looks. She wasn't in the mood. " Welcome ladies, " one of the guys said in a deep smooth alto voice moving towards them. " I am Brad, one of your masseuses, " he said flashing a charming smile in their direction with a pointed look at Adriana. His teeth are so white they sparkled. " I call dibs, " Shannon hurried said with a giddy dreamy look on her face as she ate up the guy with her eyes. Adriana was barely paying attention. She wanted the whole thing over. She has lost her excitement for it.

“Mom, I’m going to shoot, I’m going to cum in your pussy, now, mom, now, now ohhh” “Yes, yes, ohh, God, yes shoot gobs of cum in me, Brad baby fuck me I need it now I need it ughhhh ughhh ohhhhh, Brad, fuck mommy fuckkkkkkkk” Brad collapsed on to Karen body, and they both lay as if dead. His massive hunk of meat still buried in her cunt.

It felt so good as he began sucking hard on my nipple as he played with the other one by rolling it between his fingertips. “Ahh...Ahhh…” I moaned louder. We were outside and it was still light out. Bradon stared down at my body and my disheveled clothes before his hands dropped to unbuckle his belt. My pussy quivered as my core burned intensely with the heat of my desire to have him. Bradon was in a rush to join our bodies and I didn’t mind at all. Perhaps being outside like this excited me because I could feel my pussy getting wetter than before.

We continue his deranged game for a few more rounds, until the water passes my waist, sitting right under my breast. My wolf is nothing but a whimpering mess in my mind, curled up, the pain from fighting too much, she’s going in and out of conciousness. “Goddess, you’ve got the fire of a luna.” Brad says, observing me with awe and sick fascination. “I’ve always thought so. Oh, how I love to push your buttons just to see it. Shall we continue?” “You’re a sick fuck.” I choke out, shoulders hunched over from the constant battle I find myself in. The one raging between his aura and my willpower.

He pushed off his wet trunks, and now naked, he propped himself up on his bed with his laptop. The image came up just in time to show Brenda slip out of her bikini on the far side of her bed, facing Bryce's camera. His dick began to quickly expand as he took in the beauty of those gorgeous tits and the little landing-strip muff of pubic hair that adorned her pronounced pussy-mound.

Brad replied, switching to the other nipple, biting just enough to make her whimper. "Oh, yes." As he pulled back, Marie stripped off the rest of her clothes with frantic need, leaving herself completely naked on the couch, her juicy ass sinking into the cushions, tits heaving with each breath. He shifted to sit at the head of the couch again, legs spread wide. Marie settled between them on her knees, her face inches from his crotch. Brad played with her boobs, kneading the soft, heavy boobs, then cupped them from underneath as if weighing their heft.