Brittany/brittany Glee Novels & Stories

Brittany pressed herself against my back, one hand reaching around to toy with the chain, the other sliding between my legs to circle my clit in lazy, teasing strokes. "You're so wet it's obscene," she whispered in my ear. "Bet you've been fantasizing about this too. Two girls to use, one mouth to fill, one hole plugged and buzzing” she laughed. “Is this what you used to do with Bianca and Max too? Poor Ellie, always the afterthought." I moaned around Zane, tears streaking my mascara. The vibrations pulsed higher. Brittany cranked the remote, and my body betrayed me completely, hips grinding back against nothing, chasing friction.

Viona often did mistake and caused Alaric to brust into laughter. But above all, he was very patience with her and taught each movement carefully. When they didn't notice on other sides, a woman walked through the door. Her tank top showed her deeply curves as she shot venomous girl on their way. The girl was named Brittany. She had a major crush on Alaric since the day he had arrived in this university. Naturally she was jealous upon watching them playing together. Her male friends didn't miss the chance of pulling her legs. One of them spoke with sarcasm pointing at the duo playing,

They're all the same. And he was right. They all wanted the same thing. Sex and money. Nothing else mattered to them. So, I vowed to treat them as nothing but what they were. Money hungry sluts. And Brittany…she was just another one of them. “Fine, I'll be a good little slut, Zayne. I'll be the best sex toy you've ever had.” she said with a dead voice and an empty smile. She pried out of my hold, which had loosened and dropped to her knees.

AUTHORESS P.O.V "My bad, I'm very sure I'll confuse you with this" Brittany said and scroll through her phone. She clicked on a picture and showed it to Rowen. "And so?, What's the meaning of this?" Rowen ask. "You don't wanna date a bîtch did you?" Brittany asked with a smile. "And did you think you're different from a bîtch?" Rowen ask. "I'm different from Emma, I don't fûck around" Brittany replied with a smile.

Brittany's eyes lit up. *Damn it.* Mom blinked at my tone. "Yes. Winter Formal, remember? Richard took pictures before she went." "I remember." A family group chat photo had flashed on my screen during the drive. Sloane in dark green, flanked by friends, wearing an almost-smile like armor. Mom smiled faintly. "She looked beautiful." "I saw." Behind her wineglass, Brittany made a soft sound. She was a master of them—the little laughs, the heavy sighs, the humming surprise—every noise precision-engineered to tilt the room her way.

she said with a yawn and made her way upstairs. Cole helplessly watched her go upstairs and felt a surge of anger within him. “Who do you think you’re? You must think you’re really my wife to walk into my house like that” Cole yelled. Brittany turned around and smiled “in case you didn’t know, my name is Brittany Byers and I’m crazier than you think I am, play with me” she threatened him and resumed her journey to the bedroom.

The girl in front of me—Brittany Rae Lynn, cheer captain, ponytail so high it could pick up a satellite—turned around. “Love the hoodie. Hollister?” “Thrift store in Nashville. Five bucks.” She blinked like I’d spoken Martian. “Cute. I’m Brittany. Captain of freshman cheer. You should try out.” I gave her the smile Mom calls my “public polite.” “I fall off moving objects for fun. Not sure that’s cheer material.”

Brittany looked as if she had been possessed by Khione, the goddess of ice and snow to the Rockefellers and their guests. Every move she only made her aura grow colder as she beat up the guards in her way. All of them fell to the ground, engulfed by numbness. Spark’s eyes were exceptionally wide in shock. “Holy sh*t. Did this b*tch learn the Ice Cold Touch? When did she become so strong?” John’s mouth was agape. He had always been terrified of Brittany as his legs trembled in fear.

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...

JEONGHAN’s POV “Brittany,” I gritted my teeth, my voice filled with anger. I was trying my best to control the fire burning inside me so that I can get her to fill in the information we needed first. Brittany scoffed. “So baby boy, I just want you to know that your precious girl is here with mine."