Brock Lesnar Nude Novels & Stories

He picked the weights and instantly lifted them up they were twigs, while I stared transfixed as his corded muscles strained against his shirt. “You can stop staring” he said without glancing my way and I quickly pretended I was laying out a mat. Brock finally turned a raised a brow and i scowled at him. “And you can stop staring at me” I retorted. Brock smile was as sinister as a villain, he said nothing and went back to the weights and started lifting. “Who’s that lady” I asked and Brock froze, he slowly dropped the weight and turned again, his stare was cold as ice.

Letting my curiosity win me over, I turn around slowly and reach into my bag for my phone. Opening the browser, I type his name into the search bar of the adult site. The very first video nearly makes me drop my phone. I stare, frozen, as I watch the image on the screen. Nico is completely naked, towering over a brunette woman. His movements are slow as he pumps his cock into her with a kind of reverence that nearly makes my now swollen center release a tear. And oh god. His length… it is the thickest thing I have ever seen. ~~~~~~~~

His tongue flicked over the bruise, and I gasped, arching into him. “Still think I’m just a dumb jock?” he murmured against my skin, his teeth grazing lightly. “Shut up,” I breathed, but there was no heat in it. My hands were already sliding under his hoodie, finding warm skin and hard muscle. He chuckled against my throat. “That’s what I thought.” His hands moved, sliding down my sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts through my bra. I shivered hard. “Ethan…” “Tell me you want this,” he said, pulling back just enough to look at me. His eyes were dark, his pupils blown wide.

Tears rolled down my face as I squeezed my eyes shut, very tight, choking on muffled sobs. “Why? I thought you have a thing for showing off your…” his eyes trailed to my cock then back to me. “Milky meat” he whispered the last part so low I almost missed it, his eyes darkening. Then after a moment that looked like he was struggling, a single vein lining his forehead, he stepped back, his throat moving as he gulped hard. Then the lights went out and just immediately, the huge screen came on revealing a video of a black man naked, cock thick and scary while a white boy was on his knees, wet strands of hair sticking to his forehead.

Cream frothed around the base and splattered her thighs. Rita cranked the speed higher. Within two minutes Nina was babbling. Drool poured from her open mouth and ran down her chin onto her swinging tits. The weights on her clamps swung in perfect rhythm with the machine fucking her, tugging her nipples longer with every brutal thrust. Liam stood back and filmed it on his phone, cock in his other hand, stroking slow. “Tell the camera how it feels to get knotted by a machine while your tits leak, slut.”

he instructed. Sheri fidgeted for a moment, then sighed and bent over 90ยบ, spreading her feet apart as she did so, knowing that her brother was now able to clearly see her pussy and rosebud. "Great ass, Sheri," Charles said, "but I really love your pussy lips." "God!" Sheri gasped, standing up and turning around to face him. "You're my brother!" "And you want me to photograph you nude, having sex," Charles reminded her. "Besides, you do have incredible pussy lips. Hasn't anyone ever told you that before?"

We were shirtless, stripped to the waist, sparring the old-fashioned way—no weapons, no armor, no mercy. Around us, warriors paused in their drills to watch. Brock lunged, throwing a quick right hook, but I ducked it, came up with a vicious jab to his ribs, followed by a sweeping leg kick that sent him sprawling. He hit the ground with a grunt, rolled, and came up laughing. “Still think I’m slow?” I asked, brushing sweat from my brow with the back of my hand. He gave a grunt of reluctant approval. “Less slow, more… dramatic.”

Lisa gnashed her teeth. "Other women are dying to catch a glimpse of me and here you are the unfortunate one. Tch!". Brad shook his head. " I will rather lay in a gutter than to see your face." Lisa turned her face. "Let's go." A flash of hurt passed through Brad's eyes but he concealed it quickly and untied her hands. "Fucking Bastard!" Lisa murmered and rubbed her wrists to ease the pain. Brad than stepped out of the car with his usual mischievous smile, his messy and unruly hair can make anyone go crazy for him. He was was wearing ruby red suit with black collared shirt and black loafers.

He should have guessed the doc was nearly married the first time he saw it. Too fucking perfect. No wonder Nathan was clawing to hold on to him. Aiden: I don’t have any nudes. Lukas: Then take one. Sit with your legs spread, hold your cock up for me to see. Lean back and take the pic with your phone between your thighs, angled up. For a moment there was nothing. Lukas almost laughed, ready to call him a coward. Then the three little dots appeared and a picture followed, attached to a single message:

After a couple of tries, I’m tired of playing with him and ready for it to be over. When he lunges again, I grab him in a chokehold and pin him to the mat. He pushes up and tries to twist his body, but I’ve got him locked in place. The crowd is going nuts at how fast this has turned, and someone is screaming for me to break his arm. Is that Cassandra? I can’t look because I don’t want to get distracted. Brock is refusing to tap out even though I’ve got him pinned, so my only option is to wait for him to pass out.