Britt Baker Sexy Novels & Stories

They did not s*x, but she know how thrilling it was that Chandler sent her moaning multiple times. Brett, who heard that, had a b*ner. It’s a red alert for a beast like him, who’s sexual desire is farther from any other normal men. Watching Maxine opening her lips while moaning, he imagined how nice it would be to devour her lips, to enter her tightness and to claim her body. But Brett knows he must not. MUST NOT. The purple eyes brightened even more. But he closed his eyes, and he begged, “Make it loud.”

She looked at us and smiled, “What? No hanky-panky this morning? I was listening so intently for someone to start stirring the spaghetti.” I shook my head at her, “Gross.” Taran looks at her, then at me. Confused, he asks, “What does she mean?” I let out a sigh, “Brittany thinks sex sounds the same as stirring noodles….” “It does! You can’t deny that.” Brittany says in defense. Taran still looks confused. I turn towards him, “Brit is upset she didn’t hear us having sex.” “Why would she want to hear it?” He asks.

“That’s it. Think about her on her knees for that robot dick. Bet it’s huge. Bet he fucks her raw.” Derek groaned, hips shifting. “Shut up.” “No,” she whispered, tongue flicking the tip. “Imagine the video. Her screaming. Tits bouncing. Pussy dripping. He’s pounding her—slam slam slam—and she’s begging for more.” Derek’s dick throbbed, fully hard now. He grabbed her tit, squeezing rough, pinching the nipple. “Suck it, slut.” Brittany moaned, taking him deep—lips stretched, throat gagging. She bobbed fast, saliva dripping down his balls, hand twisting at the base. “Mmmph—taste good, Daddy. Better than her?”

If all went to plan, all of their sex lives would be changing in a huge way. The next day, Beth stood in front of her full-length mirror admiring the way she looked in her skimpy black thong bikini. The bottom barely covered her shaven pussy and the top consisted of crisscross sections of black string holding other pieces of black fabric that only barely covered her nipples. Her large breasts and luscious ass were left perfectly on display. She trailed her hands up and down her body and enjoyed the way the bathing suit showed off her body. She smiled excitedly and with a hint of deviousness, as she walked outside to her pool and waited for Brittany to arrive. The mothers had planned today wi

I turn back to them just in time to hear Greg asking me who is hotter between the two. I smile, the kind of smile that I wear when I think about her. And by her I mean Satin Baker. "None.." I say. Because it's true, they do not even come close. She is beautiful. Her delicate frame, her chocolate brown eyes and wavy blond hair. She was just perfect. When I voice this out, Nate pretends to gag and I smile so wide. "I bet his doing things to her in his head" shane another pack member snickers.

I hand him the sex toy, slowly unzipping the full-length leather suit I step out of it. His breathing getting faster. I lay down in front of him, pulling his hand and the sex toy towards me. His hand holding the wand against my clit, my eyes watching as his cock pushes against the chastity. My moans rise as I orgasm, watching the video on TV, my hand grabbing my breast.

I was so wet the sound it made was obscene, sexy, filling the room. "Does your brother know you're such a pretty slut for us?" Jaxon asked me, pushing the shirt aside to expose my bare breasts and nipples. "Of course he doesn't." Ryder's voice was rough. "Blake doesn't know his sister is such a pretty angry whore showing us how wet our pussy is, does he?" "Ryder... fuck!" I groaned and he went faster, his fingers curling inside me, hitting that spot that made me see stars. The door banged somewhere in the house, making me jerk in surprise but Ryder slapped my pussy with four fingers and I let out a groan, the sting mixing with pleasure.

"Gentlemen, this is our premium offering. Jenna Carter. Twenty-eight years old. Undamaged. Connected to Colt Richardson of the Devil's Reign MC, which adds considerable value." The men studied me like livestock. One stood—tall, scarred, with dead eyes. "I want a closer look." "Of course, Mr. Konstantin." Viper gestured. "But no touching during preview. That privilege comes after purchase." Konstantin circled me slowly. "She has fire. I like fire. It makes breaking them more satisfying." I met his eyes. "If you touch me, I will kill you." He laughed. "See? Perfect. I will start the bidding at one hundred thousand."

Her whole body was tensing, her fingers grabbing on to the bike, her mouth pressed against the leather seat as I slammed into her. And then she finally reached her peak. Her body arched and tense. I watched as she came, saying my name over and over, and I didn’t let up. I didn’t slow down for one second, because I wanted that pussy, wanted to make her come so hard she couldn’t breathe. She said my name, moaning it loudly as her body shook, her legs bending and tensing, but I held on to her, fucking deep, deeper.

"Please, Tristan. It hurts when you're not inside me." I groaned because I knew I couldn't deny her. Not when she was looking at me like that, not when I could see the desperation in her eyes. "Okay," I said. "But we're definitely talking to someone today." She nodded quickly, already pulling me on top of her. "Yes, fine, whatever you want. Just please." We had sex again and it was just as intense as every other time. Athena clung to me like I was the only thing keeping her grounded, and maybe I was.