Brooke Monk Hot Novels & Stories

This situation right here is where I'm stuck between the love-hate feeling. Why I'm I being made to look like the bad guy when I'm only trying to protect her? A picture of Mabel and Zach together pops up in my head and I shook it off. He might be my best friend's brother and a close friend, but I don't like this one bit. "Miss Brooke?! Miss Brooke!" I hear the familiar heels click their way into the room where I'm seated on the toilet. "I'm in here," I grumble as the bathroom door bursts open. Standing before me is the hotel manager, a young lady who in her early 20's, is still a little bit of a bonehead. Miss Renee eyes me on the toilet seat before adjusting her suit.

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.

“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.

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.

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.

It was hot. "Oh shit, that's hot," Hannah moaned, cupping her tits, watching Reed's cock disappear another inch. Palmer took a picture before winking at Brooke, "You gonna measure him or titty fuck him?" "I shouldn't-" Reed flexed his hips and pushed a few more inches deeper.

It was Brooke. She brushed past Monica and helped herself to a drink from the bar. Monica, with slumped shoulders, shut the door and made her way to Brooke. “Did everything work according to plan?” Brooke asked, desperation lacing her tone. “Liam’s hopelessly in love, Brooke. There’s nothing you or I can do, so just let him be,” Monica muttered, taking a seat. Brooke rolled her eyes. “And you think I’m not aware of the stupid love he has for that bitch?”

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.

I lower myself onto the thick dildo slowly. The head stretches my entrance wide. A long breath escapes me as I sink down inch by inch until my ass rests on the cool floor. Fullness overwhelms me. I have never had anything this big inside before. “Ride it,” Brooke orders, phone still recording. “Nice and deep so we can see everything.”