Brooke Monk Hot Novels & Stories

She is always buying a new one. Brooke pulled out a small off white bikini with strings to tie the bottoms and the top. When she began to undress, I noticed that she seemed to pay no attention to the fact that anyone could see in if they were near. Although, They would have to see through the trees. She dropped the sundress she was wearing and was left in only her bra, panties, and painted toes. Brooke has an adorably cute figure. She is almost 5' 4" with shoes on. She is thirty two, but many have commented that I have robbed the cradle. I apparently look my thirty four, but Brooke doesn't look a day past mid twenties. She has a very defined curve to her butt that has never gone unnoticed. H

Worse, several others laughed as well, Anima included. "What are you doing here again?" Brennan tried to use the 'host' thing to insinuate I was rude, which I was. "You think you can bamboozle Brooke into having sex with you and I'm telling you right now, barring drugs, or blackmail, that isn't happening because she's far too independent minded to be attracted to a shallow, immoral creep like you," I answered. "I think that covers it."

“Yes, I said it right. I happened to find a little angel sleeping in the Jeep when I arrived at the cabin.” Brad chuckled. “Is this so-called angel a woman, by chance?” Justin gave Brooke a wink, but her body stiffened. “Yes, and she’s the prettiest angel I’ve ever seen.” Brad laughed harder. “You have a lot of explaining to do, Monroe. Now fess up. What happened after you left the church yesterday?” “Sorry, Montgomery. But I have more important things to do besides explain things to you.” He caressed Brooke’s cheek, but she remained stiff, her gaze locked to his.

“She’s gonna be here with us for the next few weeks, so let’s try to make her feel at home.” I smile at Brooke appreciatively, then listen as she points around the table naming people off. I’m actually terrible with names, so I doubt I’m going to remember half of them. I’ve totally got the girls down, since there are only four, but the ten guys’ names have already escaped me. “Alright, you ready to conference with your pack?” Brooke asks after she’s finished introducing everyone. “For sure,” I nod. Brooke clicks around the screen with her mouse to connect the video chat, and moments later, I see Rico’s face on the screen set against the backdrop of the Denver hive.

The moment we walked in the door my stomach lurched, "oh my God it smells so strong of fish in here." Brooke rolled her eyes, "no it doesn't drama queen, besides today's special is some type of Mahi-mahi. I thought you liked that. I could have sworn you've eaten it before. In fact, I know you have because I had to order and pick it up for you."

He brought her high up on his thighs; his erection nestled into the crack of her butt. Domini tried desperately not to put weight on Cam’s left side. She gasped when Cam hooked her legs over the arms of the chair, baring her most intimate parts completely. “Look at that.” Brock stood a few feet away, hot eyes drawn to and devouring her sex. “Pretty pink isn’t it? Soft. Wet. Sweet.” “You offering me a taste?” Again, Cam answered for her. “Yep.” “Hot damn.” Brock dropped to his knees. She couldn’t seem to find her voice through the staccato beats of her heart.

And no sooner do we wrap up than Brooke turns to me, her voice practically a purr, running her finger along my chest. "You know," she whispers, tossing a glance over her shoulder at the staff just out of earshot. The other models are slipping into robes, but Brooke stands there in her lacy bra and panties, completely comfortable. Hell, she should be. Her body is irresistibly hot. "Denise and Jessi are up for a little fun if you are." I look beyond her at Denise and Jessi, the other two models with perfectly perky tits and asses. "Maybe next time."

I picture her stepping into the shower with me and the steam from the shower curling around us, our bodies unclad and free. My hand moves faster now, wet sounds rising loud—Slick.. slick.. slick—She guides me in my mind, slow and deep, I imagine her reaching my cock, guiding it to her entrance. She’s soaked. I remember how she always got so wet for me, it ran down her thighs. She sinks down slowly, inch by inch, her tight pussy swallowing my dick whole. Her mouth falls open, that soft little “oh” escaping, The sound that always wrecked me.

Adia-blasting-playlist-to-cover-the-chaos loud. Adia stood in the kitchen barefoot, hair in a claw clip, drinking coffee that was already going cold. Black. No sugar. Some things didn’t change. Through the window she could see the yard. String lights still up from last night. A crooked banner between two trees: HAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY LILA. The dog, Biko, was asleep in a patch of sun, belly up, completely unbothered by the fact that today was a big day.

Considering everything Janice had confessed to Tom that night, Brook wondered if he might have even told her that her daughter had been there watching them. The way things had been going the past few days, Brook was feeling impossibly horny, and it felt like it was never going to go away. Not caring if her parents came home suddenly and caught her sunbathing topless, she took off her bikini top and lay back again. It wasn't long before her hand found its way into her bikini bottom to stroke along the moistening lips of her warm pussy.