Brett Hand X Reader Novels & Stories

She looked at the bottle and glanced at Brent's reflection. "Brent, garments are your family's business, right?" Khali suddenly asked. Brent turned to her. "Yeah, how did you find out?" "I just saw your company in a TV ad," said Khali and smiled. Brent laid eyes on Khali, and Khali immediately entered Brent's mind. "Are you a womanizer as well, man?" asked Yachne. "Quite so," said Brent. Vincent laughed. "Don't believe him. He's a womanizer, not just quite."

I slowly lifted one hand to my neck, my fingers tracing the sensitive skin there, but I couldn't stop reading. "Then I would bend her over and fuck her raw until she screams she belongs to me alone, filling her deep with load after load so she cannot forget who bred her." A soft whimper came out of me before I could even stop it. My fingers trembled on my neck and my other hand gripped my thighs, digging in slightly. Heat flooded my face because I could feel how soaked my panties were getting, the dampness spreading through the fabric and leaving me embarrassingly exposed.

“His hand slipped under her tank top, grazing the soft skin beneath her breast. She moaned into Joe’s ear as he gasped her name…” I paused, taking in a sharp deep breath as my hand came up to adjust my big transparent nerdy glasses. I took a moment to look away from the erotical book I was reading.

' She comes to life slowly, clearly weak from lack of food, but then her eyes flash and turn to a brilliant jade. 'Take your fucking hands off me, you animal.' Her hands come to my chest, and she shoves, but she's not strong enough to move me. 'I did not think you would break so easily. I thought the Bratva were made from sterner stuff.' I sneer, provoking her deliberately, and she takes the bait, managing to pull away from me and then shocking me when her hand snaps back and slaps me across the face. 'You are exactly what they warned me about.'

I tossed it aside, revealing a lacy black bra. As soon as her bra hit the floor, I buried my face between her breasts, inhaling her sweet, intoxicating scent deeply. I didn't wait for further instruction, my hands roaming her curves possessively as my mouth latched onto one pert breast. Allison gasped at my sudden aggressiveness, her hands immediately fisting my hair. She could probably feel my wet mouth working on her nipple, causing sparks of pleasure to shoot through her body. One of my hands moved to slide between her legs, pressing deliberately against the damp fabric of her panties.

This just wouldn’t do. Forcing Geoffrey out of my mind, I returned Nevi’s kiss with a passion I didn’t know I was capable of. His hand briefly cradled my waist before moving up to cup my breast. My breath caught in my throat as a shock raked over my body. The tension in my abdomen was matched only by that in my breast. My nipple hardened under his touch. His thumb expertly teased it through the thickness of my sweater and bra.

she smiles at him mischievously. “You should like them because I won't leave my fiancée for anything in the world” he puts his hand on her leg again. “Well, maybe I can think about it, I don't know, if you give me a little gift, we can start negotiating where you can put your hand” Brett feels spellbound by Lauren's stunning physique and her way of seducing him, so he takes out a checkbook and he signs her a blank check, she smiles, and hands him the folder. He adjusts her breasts closer to her face.

Brett's hand goes to my hot wet pussy, Brad's hand fondles my ass, his finger finding my butthole. I have one arm around Brad and my other arm holding Brett's head tightly to my breast. And when Brad's lips leave mine and go to my ear lobe and neck, I completely surrender, and the boys know I'm all theirs.

She moaned more as he slowly rubbed his rough palms on her bare skin. She loved it. She loved his strong hands caressing her pale skin. She wanted to feel those rough manly palms touch every inch of her body. As if he read her mind, his hands traveled to her chest. She ran his thumb over her erect nipples. She whimpered at the feeling of his touch. She broke the kiss to catch her breath…they both needed to catch their breaths. Well, mischievous Brantley always had something sinister up his mind. He watched her mouth hand open as she breathed in her out, her chest heaved up and down…he's too.

Brett all but collapsed to his knees, feeling her warm arms around his shoulders and one firm breast against his upper arm as he fell onto his back. "Honey ... we have to stop." But as he spoke, his hands and fingers grappled for her. His middle and index finger grazed the satin of her panties, and he gave a great yank, tugging the insubstantial undergarment down to her knees. Her breath came in rapid exhalations, and she helped him remove her panties to reveal a perfectly smooth cleft beneath. His hunger for her increased from a flame to a bonfire.