Brooke Marsden Nude Novels & Stories

Damien said with dangerous tone and Jennet shivered in fear. Damien and Jennet went to Maria's brothel and she directed him to her room. Jennet threw Damien on bed and with her slender fingers she unbuttoned his shirt and dragged her hands on Damien's bare upper body. Jennet brought her lips closer to Damien's but he flipped their position and held her chin. "Dear Jennet! You know Damien Romano never kisses any woman." Damien said with a disdainful look.

“So, baby, let's just turn down the lights… and close the door. Ooh, I love that dress, but you won't need it anymore… No, you won't need it no more, let's just kiss 'til we're naked, baby…” He sang while I pushed him away so I could remove my dress, which he quickly helped me do away with once he got my intention. Then we both rolled his tank up his torso until he was half-naked. We kissed, and that stopped the singing, but not Bruno Mars’ sultry voice serenading us on this pivotal moment. “You want this done on your bed?” he asked softly as he made a wider space between us so he could completely undress me. I shook my head. I wanted him where this caught us. Thankfully, it was a big couch.

I shrugged. "Thank you" Brody smiled at me gratefully as I sat down on the bed next to him. He drew me close and we laid down together. "Is Marissa going to be there as well?" I asked. "No, she's on house arrest apparently. Something about a house party or whatever" he shrugged uncaringly. "Oh okay". "Baby we need to talk about it" Brody said after a while of us lying in silence, his finger running up and down my arm gently.

Marcus An hour later, and we've finished the photo shoot, this editorial spread for a men's magazine: me surrounded by models in lingerie, the poster child for manwhores everywhere. And no sooner do we wrap up than Brooke turns to me, her voice practically a purr, running her finger along my chest.

I told myself I was just checking to make sure the equipment was secured, but that was a lie. I wanted to see her. Brooke was bathed in the overhead light, alone in the sea of mirrors. She was wearing a pair of charcoal-grey leggings that clung to her like a second skin, and a thin, white racerback tank top that was translucent with sweat. Every time she descended into a deep squat, her heavy breasts bounced with a mesmerizing, heavy weight. Her entire posture looked like she was begging for it. Not just for the exercise, but for the touch.

Brooke considered, "Yes, yes I would." It was an exact copy of the position Mason and Rose had put Brooke in that night, Mason behind Rose, thrusting up into her beaten ass roughly as he handled her aching breasts, Brooke's blond head between her legs. The only differences were that Rose was hurting much more than Brooke had, and now she had an audience watching in the form of Christine, wide-eyed as she watched the brutal picture of lust and pain in front of her. As Mason had predicted, once her pussy was over the pain and discomfort, she was aroused and Brooke's now talented tongue brought her to a quick orgasm as Mason split her ass open behind her.

But her bra was gone, but to my actual disappointment, she was holding her big tits with her hands, covering her nîpples. I found myself actually wanting to see this young girl naked. Then another photo came. Brooke was on her hands and knees, facing away from the phone. Her arse completely exposed except for her thong that just about covered her. I could see her big tîts hanging beneath her but I still couldn't see her nipples. As I stared at it, drooling, my phone started to ring and I saw it was her. I panicked, being sat at my desk I realised that if anyone looked over they could've seen what I was looking at.

As their tongues danced, their fingers pulled, unzipped, and unbuttoned the various layers of tactical gear, travel clothing, normal clothing, and then finally underwear until they lay naked against one another in the twilight desert. "People could be watching us," Brooke whispered in his ear in between kisses pressed to his neck. "I'm just going to ignore that," he whispered back. "If I think about it too much, you might be very disappointed tonight." Brooke pulled back and covered his mouth with her hand. "Right, forget I said anything. We are all alone out here and no one is watching." She released her hand and replaced it with her lips. Tom's fingers traced the soft curves of her breasts

I stood on the spot, shocked and unmoving before someone shrieked "Alpha!!" The house was empty faster than the speed of light. I stared at Annalise who looked like she was on the brink of passing out. I realise that my face is void of emotions and I was fuming with anger. Annalise was in a bikini with a bunch of unmated males who were just shamelessly staring at what's mine.

“You're up to your pretty neck in this mess, Lanie girl.” Alanis was ready and waiting for Brody's knock, but utterly unprepared for the sight of him as she opened the door. He was naked, almost, a brief pair of midnight-blue swimming trunks his only clothing, leaving his powerfully muscled torso, wide, broad shoulders and strong arms and legs bare except for the light covering of dark body hair that curled more thickly on his chest, the tight little spirals drawing her eyes in helpless fascination. He was devastatingly, trustingly, unashamedly male, and for a moment, the impulse to slam the door shut and run for cover was extremely overwhelming, before she pulled herself together, dragging