Brooke Monk Hot Novels & Stories

Brooke bounced up and down, fucking me with her jugs. Her tits felt amazing wrapped around my boner. She released my cock from her tits and rubbed it on them. My cock leaked pre-cum and she coated her boobs with my lubricant. “Rub my head on your nipples,” I said. Brooke did as I said and rubbed the head of my cock over her hard nipples. Brooke tried to force one of her nipples into the opening of my cock. It felt so good.

My cock fills her throat, the tight fit making me throb. She slowly withdraws, lips tracing length, threads of saliva spanning our juncture. Then she dives down again, more swiftly now. Her head bobs rhythmically, up and down, slurping sounds echoing through the quiet woods. I gaze at her breasts jouncing under her tank top with each movement, nipples straining through the fabric. Brooke's other hand is on my balls, circling them gently as she sucks. She rocks her head back and forth, tongue working the veins.

Which was kind of odd since she was usually the first staff member I run into at events like this. Her mysterious date must be keeping her busy tonight. I couldn’t help the smirk that crossed my face at that snarky thought. Finally, Brooke can finally get some real action going with her sex life. But that smirk instantly froze on my face, when Jake tapped my shoulder and motioned in a direction somewhere in front of me, and I followed with my eyes to see Brooke, smiling radiantly as she approached us in a flowy green cover-up robe that floated around her long bare, tan legs. Her feet were bare and something glittered against the lights around one of her ankles. Her short blonde hair swayed i

“They promise they'll bring as much peanut butter and mainland goodies as they can fit in their suitcases.” “Mmm, peanut butter,” Brooke said as she walked past me with her arms full of chum buckets. She somehow made carrying bloody fish look sexy. Some days I hated Brooke. She was possibly the most beautiful person I had ever met. Tall, with legs that stretched into infinity, she also had perfectly sculpted abs and a megawatt smile. The thing was, she knew she was gorgeous, but she only used the advantage at the bars. She was also one of the nicest people I knew, and my best friend and roommate on the island.

A soft sigh slipped from Brooke's lips when he moved his hips lightly, rubbing the hot, hard shaft over her tits. Her sigh turned into a moan when the huge tip hit the valley between her boobs. Reed took her moan as an encouragement and moved closer, holding her shoulders to push his cock just an inch deeper between her tits. They both groaned at the feeling. Brooke had never had a dick between her breasts before, much less a huge one like Reed's. It was hot.

She was lounging under a flamingo umbrella with what looked like a cherry blossom cocktail in hand and black sunglasses paired with her pink floral bikini. “You seem to be having the time of your life,” I muttered as she walked toward me and threw her arms around me. While we embraced, my eyes swept the area—then I saw her. A figure slowly rose from the pool, water cascading off her body like she’d been dipped in moonlight. She was a blonde goddess, no doubt. “Who’s that?” I asked, my gaze fixed. Brooke followed my stare, her face lighting up. “Oh, you mean Kat? She’s a close friend,” she whispered, biting her lower lip slowly.

It has summer flowers on it in shades purple, blue and yellow. “You girls look good!” I said fanning myself. “You are looking pretty hot yourself” Kelly said “Yeah, I am not a fan of this one, I have one more to try on.” Brooke emerged from the changing room in a deep purple sundress that had small sparkles throughout it. It was strapless showing off her mark and stopped to her knees. Zach growled and said mine quietly before grabbing her and returning to the changing room. We all busted out laughing and I made my way to change.

he warned, his voice deceptively calm, “you’ll be screaming loud enough for the whole party to hear.” The promise in his tone sent a fresh wave of heat through me despite the water still running behind me. I didn’t bother to cover myself. I stepped out, my bare feet cold on the marble, and walked to the counter on unsteady legs. The edge was cool against my thighs as I lifted myself onto it, the towel long forgotten on the floor. “Spread your legs, Aurelia,” he reminded me. I shut my eyes, cheeks burning, and slowly parted my thighs for him, wide, exposed, and vulnerable in a way that made my breath tremble.

Of course he was; the rumors of his unruly behavior were true. Ryder walked in like he owned the air around him. Tall, broad-shouldered, and effortlessly magnetic, the man turned more than a few heads as he crossed the room. His skin was a deep, rich brown that caught the low lighting just right, smooth, flawless, and striking. A fresh fade and a close stubble lining his chin only made his features more defined. His eyes swept the space and something sparkled in his eyes when they landed on her. “Brooke Monroe,” he said slowly in the sexiest British accent ever, taking her hand and brushing a casual kiss over her knuckles. “You look like every bad decision I’ve ever wanted to make.”

The click-clack of a woman's high heels approaching the confessional stall gave the priest an unarguable guess of his next penitent's gender. The door swung open and almost immediately, the fragrance she wore stole the atmosphere. Fr Gregory became the curious cat. Well, he has always been. Then the overwhelming and compelling need to see this woman whom reminds him of Rose of Rome. This penitent who was there for absolution and whose fragrance reminds him of the years he hoped to spend his youth on the thighs of Rose an Italian beauty queen. Some how, this fragrance evoked feelings of sensuality and hot coitus desires even though it felt wrong at the moment.