Britt Baker Sexy Novels & Stories

Brittany says, before I hear her licking her palm, "This will be our little secret, yes?" She asks again, but before waiting for an answer, has her slick hand wrapped around my throbbing cock, stroking me up and down as she lays close to me, jerking me off in the small space between us, my gasps sincere and loud as she proceeds to stroke me up and down slowly and skillfully. Caressing her breasts and feeling her pump my cock,I lay there in heaven in the darkness, unable to believe this is actually happening, Brittany on her foot as she bent jerking me off, her body so soft and sensual...

"You don't get to breathe a word about it to anyone. Because I still have our sex tape on my phone. And most of it is a high-def shot of your face while you gag on me and take backshots. I'd really hate to see what that does to your shiny modeling career." The air between us didn't turn cold. It flatlined. Brittany's smug mask didn't slip—it shattered. The untouchable girl leaning against the railing suddenly looked like she was teetering on the edge of a sheer drop. Moonlight that had flattered her seconds ago now just made her look pale. Sick. Cornered. She stopped breathing. "You wouldn't," she hissed, voice a jagged, ugly sliver of its former sweetness.

She licked her lips as her gaze traveled over Vivian’s body and then down to her son’s erection. “You two have been fucking behind my back, huh?” she whispered. Vivian was confused. She expected Brie to scream or even storm out. Brie reached for the hem of her summer dress. She pulled it over her head, revealing her body. At 42 years old, she was sexy. She had long dark hair and blue eyes. Her massive boobs strained against her bra. She unhooked her bra, letting her breasts spill free, then slid her panties down her legs.

So, I deliberately spoke crudely to Britney while thrusting against her round, bouncy butt. "You like that? You like the way I'm screwing you?" Irresistibly, Britney let out a long, sultry moan. Her rear was arched high. Gasps and whimpers slipped out from her throat like a symphony, and her seductive charm practically overflowed from her being. "Don't stop… Oh, I love it…" At that moment, I caught a glimpse of our bedroom door, which had somehow cracked open. A shadow stirred behind it. Was Annie peeping?

Mason replies. " You know the lives of bikers. Dangerous missions, alcohol and women. That's our lives. It was my life before I met you. I don't need to pretend to be something I wasn't. I used to fuck,alot. Different women every time. Some who just wanted to be fucked by a biker, others who were trying to get into a relationship. I don't want to sugarcoat things for you, Hera. What you see is what you get." I assure her. She stares at me with an unreadable expression. I can't decipher what's going through her mind. Her thoughts.

I murmured, smiling at her photo through my phone. She was short, almost as if the Moon Goddess crafted her as a tiny little cute thing. Her dark curly hair fell up to her delicious-looking ass. It almost made me lose my control of my desire to choke her right there, fucking her in front of everyone. Her emerald green eyes were so innocent and deep as if she was reading away all my dirty desires about her. Her nose and ear piercings were unusual, but they only added to her sexiness. And, she is the manager of the Bikers' Club, my employee. And, someone I could have never got for myself. Or, so I thought until she found me in my office that night, and I smelt her. "Mate. She was mine."

“That was a long time before I ever met Tessa. Don't you dare bring that old shit up in front of me again.” Siren shrugged her leather shoulders carelessly, but her green eyes gleamed with a dangerous wave of pure challenge. “I am just reminding your memory of exactly what you used to like in a woman, Prez. You used to want a real woman who could ride hard on the road, fight hard in the dirt, and fuck even harder at night. No training wheels required for a woman like me.” She turned her face toward me, giving me one last mocking, false smile. “No offense meant to you, sweetheart, of course.” Before Stone could open his mouth to respond to her insult or pull his weapon, she turned around on h

I saw Kristine flinch out of the corner of my eye. “Scared you?” Brittany said with a chuckle. “I find that his anger sexy as hell. I cannot tell you how many times we fucked after he questioned rogues. Whenever there was a fight … it was the best sex. I doubt you will ever experience it; you are far too delicate,” she taunted Kristine.

My pulse hammers in my throat, my ears, between my legs. Every muscle in me goes rigid, ready to claim. She’s stripped down to almost nothing. The fur jacket is long gone. Her rich brown skin shines under the lights, begging to be touched, licked, marked. The black bikini is a fucking joke—tiny triangles barely covering her full tits, thin straps digging into her soft curves, fabric pulled so tight over her nipples they’re hard points pushing through. The thong rides low on her hips, cutting high, showing off the perfect round of her ass and the smooth line between her thighs.

I said, hurt biting into me. “He’s busy,” Brittany said. “Maybe he’ll call you later when we’re done with what we are doing here. He’ll dump you himself. But right now. Take a fucking hint.” Brittany’s POV I held Jason’s phone to my ear, breathing heavily for the show of it. I stood in front of the television, pressing the volume up as much as I could without waking up the whole house. On the screen, two lovers had the kind of hot, athletic sex that only p**n stars could truly accomplish.