Brett Cooper Nsfw の小説・ストーリー

He whispered holy in her ears, it's sounded so erotic, those words were enough to turn me on. I unconsciously parted my thighs, enough to free his hand that was trapped between them, Brett smirked and pushed higher until he cupped my heater entrance. I yelped, pulling my thighs tightly together, I trapped his hand and this time Brett didn't bother to tell me, he used his other hand to push my legs apart. “Relax” was all he said before he nudged my underwear aside and touched my core.

he says. “Until then, we can have fun trying,” I respond. He knows I want children. Cooper snickers as he strips out of his clothes. I watch as my naked mate with an erect penis walks towards me. Pushing me on top of the mattress lying on the floor. While he kisses me, he positions himself between my legs.

His cock flopped out—soft, small, defeated. She wrapped her manicured hand around it, stroking slow at first, then faster, trying to wake it up. “Come on, Daddy. Get hard for me. Forget that old hag.” Derek stared at the house. Layla disappeared inside, door slamming. Big Daddy followed. The image burned—his ex, legs spread for a machine. His cock twitched. Started to rise. Brittany grinned, tits spilling from her top as she bent lower. She spat on his shaft, slicking it up, hand pumping hard. “That’s it. Think about her on her knees for that robot dick. Bet it’s huge. Bet he fucks her raw.”

“You think I trust you? You’re the one who fucked the enemy. You’re the one who chose the monster over the cop. You’re just like me, Cedric. A survivor who’ll do anything to stay alive.” Cedric’s jaw tightened. “I’m nothing like you.” “Aren’t you?” Brett jumped down from the catwalk with surprising grace, landing lightly on the concrete. He walked toward Cedric unarmed, hands loose at his sides. “I’ve watched you for years. The way you spread your legs for anyone with cash in that dirty bar. The way you lied to Marcus with that pretty mouth. The way you spread your legs for Gianni every night like a good little whore. You’re a whore, Cedric. Always have been. The only difference is now you’r

My entire body tensed, but Brett instantly recognized it. Brett's voice changed, reverted to the soothing man who brought me back to the present, when he commanded in my ear, "Stay with me, sweetheart. No traveling to the past." He waited for me to nod, acknowledging I wasn't trapped in dark memories before he continued. But once he did, he thrust, pulling me to him with each lunge, and pushing away as he withdrew. It was hard. It was rough. But he kept talking, ensuring I could hear him, so it was also glorious. My insides clenched, and Brett anticipated my orgasm covering my mouth with both of his hands, using his grip as added leverage to continue his pilgrimage in my body. His flesh muff

I’m frozen in place, holding my girlfriend’s hand, watching his cock glide in and out of her. Jesus, he’s big. Longer, thicker, and filling her more than I ever could. He eases back, allowing me to see every inch of his huge, come-soaked erection. He aims the tip at her stomach – his length is so huge that it almost touches her skin, even though he’s kneeling above her – and jerks the base with one hand. Brett groans in triumph and unloads on my girlfriend. She coos, loving the feeling of his hot, sticky semen erupting over her skin.

Every time he touched her, Brett would remember that blood-soaked wound, and any spark of desire vanished instantly. At first, Heather thought he had developed a general aversion to women. But then she realized—it was just her. When strange women she didn't know sent her videos of themselves in bed with him, she finally understood. A different woman could still ignite his passion, making him burn hot and wild. The Vanders were wealthy and powerful, so she had planned to turn a blind eye to it all. But then one of those women sent a picture of a positive pregnancy test, and Heather could no longer sit idly by.

on top of me his thrusts are savage it's painful at this point as I claw at him to stop he doesn't then I feel him coming inside me he stays there until he's sure I have milked him dry. I just lay there out of breath shocked that my sweet seventeen year old step brother just attacked me in the back of his truck.

I’m surprised the water isn’t bubbling already from my heated body. Brett turns to leave the bathroom. “Aren’t you staying?” I ask pouting. “I’ve got work to do Wils, plus you need a cold drink.” “Oh ok!” I playfully nod as I place my hands down to my entrance and start to play with my clit. My hips started to move under my own touch and a moan escaped my lips. I heard the door slam shut and it being locked. I opened my eyes to see my mate looking at my hands with lustful desire in his eyes. A low growl leaves his chest as he watches me start to fuck myself with fingers. The sensation starts to reduce my body’s heat and the pain that had been building up inside of me.