Brianna Lustful Novels & Stories

Lucien called her name softly. Lucien was overwhelmed with excitement, but instead of jumping onto the beauty that was starting to unwrap itself before his heated eyes, Lucien did not know where to start. His eyes were enjoying watching while his hands were itching to touch, but his mind could not decide what to do first. His expressed reaction only came out in a weak sigh and a tight bite on his lower lip. "Mister gorgeous, shouldn't you start stripping as well?" Brianna asked with a smirk. Then she got off the bed.

Now, after his business shuts he won’t have the money to pay for his bail and I will make sure to send the images to all the media outlets. As for Briana, she loses when her so-called husband loses. I have clicked pictures of her standing right beside Liam in those auctions. She is a gold digger and she tolerates Liam because he has money, she doesn’t care about her on and daughters let alone stepdaughters. She knows Liam is cheating on her but she chooses to stay with that bastard.

Arianna cried out. “Of course I did” Brianna replied. “But it’s not here!” Arianna said. “Isn’t your favorite snack doughnut?” Brianna asked wearing a sarcastic face. “Mum! Doughnut?”. “Yes, Are you insinuating I’m wrong?” Brianna said. “Even Brian is aware of how much I dislike doughnuts,” Arianna said. “Really? You do not like doughnuts?” Brian said. “You aren’t aware also?!” Arianna yelled facing Brian.

Or with them. "Now hold on!" Brianna's shrill voice calls from behind us. I stop and turn to face her. "You think your honeymoon matters? It doesn't. It doesn't matter if you're whoring yourself out to Arthur in the palace or on some island. You'll always be a wolfless slut using your cunt to climb ladders that you don't even belong on."

“Don’t be boring, Annalisa. You need this. We both do.” I narrowed my eyes. “You’re lying to me Briana, I can easily tell. What’s really going on?” She gasped. “Me? Lying? Annalisa, I’m offended.” I gave her a look and she caved instantly. “Fine. It’s a surprise. But I swear, it’s nothing bad. Just trust me, okay?” Trust her? That was a big ask. But Bree wasn’t the type to force me into anything awful. And honestly, I needed a distraction. Cristiano had been acting awfully rude lately, distant in a way that made my chest ache.

"I am ready to give you anything but the condition is, you have to leave him. Leave this country, do whatever the fuck you want but don't show your face to him." "I can't... He will kill me... I have signed the contract..." Grace said helplessly. She stood up to leave but stopped. Leena gritted her teeth. "Liar... You want him, you want his money, you like him..." Grace closed her eyes frustratingly. She can't even stand properly in front of that man and she is talking about liking him. "You are worst than whores, at least they leave after getting money. But you are clinging to him like a leach. Don't you have little shame, I am his fiance and you are fucking him in front of me..."

He didn’t move—yet. Luke’s grin twisted further. “Does he know what we've done?” His voice dripped filth, crawling over her skin like oil. “How you used to beg for me? How fast you moved on—like a good little whore?” Mortified, Brianna’s breath hitched. Her throat tightened. What was Jayden thinking? He turned slowly, gaze burning. Luke stood taller, emboldened by the silence. “You’re just a warm-up for her. She’ll toss you, too. That’s what she does. She—”

I could be socially awkward, even with people I knew well, how much more a guy I liked? At least here, there were people and cars going up and down the road so if at any part of the meeting I had a loss for words I could look out and act distracted. I opened my camera to check that my lipstick was still perfectly shaped on my lips. My black box braids with white wool plaited into a few of the braids was still brand new and popping. My fake nosering that I got from Shein because my mom wouldn’t actually let me pierce sat stylishy around the alar of my nose. I ended up taking selfies cause I was so impressed with how beautiful I looked.

"Lick it more, daddy!" I use my mind-reading, slipping into their thoughts. I could feel the caramel-skinned woman's desperation to be filled, the slim girl's need to please, and the black girl's craving for hard, rhythmic friction. I knew exactly what they wanted before they even asked. Cravings, fantasies, the exact spot that made them shake—it was all laid bare in my head. I flip the caramel-skinned woman over, gripping her hips and sliding my cóck deep into her tight, wet pûssy. She screams, her fingers digging into the sheets.

I said, already tired of them praising my annoying boss. “Enough about him already. Let’s talk about something else,” I sighed in exhaustion. “The stuff you and Mum have been discussing is of no concern to me,” Mariana said, grinning mischievously. “My concern is that I’m taking some of your clothes, Brianna. I don’t care if they’re bigger than me. They won’t be for long!” “Just because we have similar body types doesn’t mean you can steal my clothes!” I threatened, narrowing my eyes playfully. But she wasn’t intimidated—she knew I was joking.