Brett Cooper Nsfw Novels & Stories

My mate mark in my wolf form hasn’t shown up on my skin. The smell of my arousal filling the room like a potent smog. Brett sniffs the air. “Mmm so wet already.” He says as he places his fingers to my clit. I had missed his touch, his body for too long that I became impatient and growled at him for teasing me. “Now now my Queen no need to be impatient.” He chuckles. He reaches for his Jean pocket and pulls out his wallet. He grabs a condom and places it on to his erect penis.

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.

Brett said, turning his gaze at her and winking at her too as he wanted to irritate her a little like she used to do. "Oh come on… why are you dragging it?" Annabel said, whinny a little. "Water," Brett said again, gesturing for her to do as he had said. "Alright," Annabel said, and quickly did as she had been told. Brett took the glass of water and sipped a little from it before turning to face Annabel whose gaze was on him again. "You know what, call the others and have them prepare my prize money," Brett said, sounding like his usual self, with a smirk at the corner of his lips. His friends had dared him to have sex with Monalisa which was why he did it.

He instructed, turning to face her. She opened her mouth, wanting to protest but again, she decided against it. Lilith simply nodded and did as she was told, getting on the bed and arching. As she was there, she heard the clinking of metal and the ruffling of fabric—he was taking off his clothes. He didn't take off his shirt and was only naked from the groin downward. His cock was already hard and erect. Ragnar mounted behind Lilith and without warning, he slotted his large cock into her pussy. She shut her eyes, letting out a moan as the length reached her abdomen.

He kisses me from nipple to my neck biting where he kisses then kissing again leaving marks on my neck I am so wet at this point I am confused the tequila is still very much in my system,his hand comes under the hem of my dress finding my soaked thong "Jesus you wet "before I can reply he tears the thong off me I hiss in pain he unbuckle his belt pulling his pants down along with his boxers he's doing all this with one one hand the other still in my hair from this angle I can't see his erection I feel it touching my folds "No. Zach no we can't do this our parents are married they have kids together " shut the fuck up " his grip becoming painful in my hair he positions me to his swollen hea

I was so lost in thought that I didn’t even notice her walk over. “Who says that I don’t have a sexy maid outfit.” She whispered in my ear. OK, well fuck, I raised my eyebrow at her, and she gave me an innocent smile. Please, my queen, my Tesoro is quite the naughty little thing behind closed doors. I am not buying this innocent act at all. I give her ass a nice slap, and she lets out a gasp. “Ok, you two, none of that shit in the presence of us, please. “ Brett said.

Brett in all his urbane sophistication, standing at the desk where he ruled an empire, stroking his big cock in and out of her greedy mouth. She gripped his straining thighs in both hands, frantically working her lips and tongue, desperate for his climax. His balls were heavy and big, an audacious display of his powerful virility. She cupped them, rolling them gently, feeling them tighten and draw up. "Ah, Daisy." His voice was a throaty rasp. His grip tightened in her hair. "You’ re making me come." The first spurt of semen was so thick, that she struggled to swallow. Mindless in his pleasure, Brett was thrusting against the back of her throat, his cock throbbing with every wrenching pulse

He inched closer anyway. My heart stuttered. His hand lifted, like he was about to touch me again. And then, just as his fingers grazed the hem of my shirt- “Uh- what the hell is going on here?” We both snapped our heads toward the voice. My soul could have left my body as I turned to meet Beckett standing at the bottom of the stairs, one brow raised, suspicion practically dripping off him.