Brandon Roberts Dork Diaries Novels & Stories

"Okay, take your clothes off now, Bran." It took Brandon all of 4 seconds to hurriedly pull off his t-shirt, step out of his jeans and rip off his underwear. Ann rolled her eyes and giggled. "That was the world's worst Chippendale performance, you horny monkey." Brandon stood at the side of the bed, his cock rock hard and jutting out, accentuated by his wiry frame and lack of body hair, realizing belatedly that his mom wanted a little show. He grinned sheepishly.

So apparently we were the target age Brandon liked to pursue. NY Barbie and friends did a recap on Serena and Brandon’s romance. They’d first met back in 2018, when she was dating Jim Robinson. So she’d dated the man I loved, who was smoking hot in his own right, and also the hottest man to ever walk the earth. I had promised not to hate her, but it was getting hard. And she’d dumped Jim Robinson to date Brandon? “What!?” I cried when I heard that bit. I mean, you know I love Brandon, right? And I see lust red when I as much as spot his elbow. But, c’mon! How could any woman dump the Greek god of beauty in the flesh over him? Whatever.

Alex's POV Another useless idle day spent in a boring office full of paperwork and awful bosses who treat me like trash. I was far too annoyed, far too stressed, as I began searching BDSM clubs, submission, and someone else taking control of your life. Somehow it sounded wild yet tugged something within me. The Vault was the name that kept popping up. That was the secret spot where real Doms played rough.

“You've got nothing to worry about? I can't believe you blew a load on Katie. Did it feel good?” “Damn it, how should I know,” Robert said. “This isn't some porno, it was my sister. I spooge on my sister.” “At least you didn't cum on her pussy.” Derek sat down again. “She is a miniature version of Orva, so I can see why you'd want to.” “Shut up, I didn't want to! I was sleeping It's a fetish dream.” Robert sighed. His friend seemed thrilled about the whole thing.

Seventeen-year-old Jordi Adkins' life became both liberating and nightmarish right after he came out of the closet. While enjoying the perks of freedom, he's also being followed by the nightmare in the form of the notorious bad boy Xavier Rockwell. When Jordi finally gathered enough courage to stand up for himself, he got beaten up.

“Hey babe, I have arranged something for while I'm away. His name is Leo. He will be here this afternoon to meet you.” I forced a smile into the phone. “Sounds great, love. Thanks.” Leo arrived just as the sun began to dip as his truck rumbling up the driveway. He stepped out shirtless and he was definitely everything I'm looking for in a man. His dark hair was tousled while his jaw covered in a light stubble that made him look both rugged and dangerously inviting as he carried a duffel bag over one shoulder with his toolbox in the corner. He kept scanning the garden before his eyes landed on me standing on the porch wrapped only in a thick silk robe that did little to hide the curve of my b

Brandon smiled as he watched Robert spend himself inside the slave's asshole. He chuckled as he thought that the straight men just didn't know how to draw out a good long ass-fucking. As Robert pulled out, Bruce stepped forward and took his place. Bruce grabbed his rock-hard cock, already slick with lube, and slowly guided it inside the slave's asshole. Brandon nudged Matt as he indicated Bruce's ease of entry into the formerly virgin asshole, as he said, "You always did know how to get a tight virgin asshole ready for a good deep dicking. I've heard of a 'horse whisperer,' but I should call you the 'ass relaxer.'"

“Their names were actually Sparkle Maxx and Rainbow Kyle?” “Yes, and you know it, and you care.” “I do not.” Brandon leaned over and booped my nose. “You do.” “I swear—” He cut me off with a grin. “Hey, can we pause the post-movie roast? I wanna ask something.” “Uh-oh.” “No, not like that.” He scratched the back of his neck, suddenly a little nervous, which was weird because Brandon was never nervous. Not around me. “Okay,” I said, sitting up a little straighter. “What’s up?”

Two entirely separate entities closing in on her life, both of them operating with a level of precision that made the university district feel like a fragile paper set piece. She stared at the white card, the black ink of the telephone number looking steady and demanding under the harsh afternoon sun. They didn't know about the book yet, but Davan had just confirmed every terrifying suspicion she had shared with Elias. The board wasn't just crowded anymore. It was completely surrounded.

Mork: With or without clothes? DarthVader: What the?! Fucking rude?! She ran to her boyfriend and didn't bother to tell us?! Then Brandon answers. Brandon: Haha come on, she was in a hospital, it's normal to feel sex deprived;) Kan: We aren't all like you, Brandon. Hot Nia: Hahaha Team: Did you take pictures of them naked? Mork: Team!!! Team: What..! Bree: I did not take pictures and they weren't naked!