Brooke Monk.nudes Novels & Stories

Nathan said, face hidden, still toweling his wet hair. Brooke snapped around at Nathan’s voice, still holding the catalog in her hands. The nickname was a recent development, and Brooke liked it. Her mouth went dry at the sight of nearly naked Nathan standing in front of her, towel around his waist, droplets of water streaming down his chest and toned abs. She could see Nathan’s long legs and strong arms flexing as he dried his beautiful wet hair. Brooke felt herself getting flushed, feeling hot and cold at the same time; her thundering in her chest at the blatant display of masculinity in front of her. Her mind filled with sudden dirty thoughts of how she could ravish Nathan then and there

“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.

and the unfamiliar word "Shibari." My search results included: Recluse, Artist, Genius? Nathanial Monroe offers his proceeds to charity Rare sighting of N. Monroe The list went on. I clicked the first link. An erotic picture of a beautiful woman bound in thick white rope filled the top of the screen. Except for the female in the picture, it was...fucked up gay shit. So why did my dick stir at the image? Because I'm fucked up and gay, I thought to myself. No, not gay, but definitely fucked up.

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.

Chapter 4 Brooke’s POV “Fuck, how long do I have to hold this?” I groaned, back pressed flat against the cool wall while my thighs already started screaming. My knees stayed bent at a right angle, arms straight out in front of me like some naked soldier, and my spread pussy felt completely exposed under the bright lights. Every tiny shift made my slick lips rub together and I could feel fresh wetness sliding down toward my ass. Grant stood right in front of me, arms crossed, watching every tremble. “Until the timer says otherwise. Breathe slowly.

She moans, "I have to share mine." Brooke is everything I expected and more. She loves having a cock in her mouth and moans when I cum all over her tongue. I first lick the trimmed brown hair around her lovely pussy, 'till she blasts all over my face. She holds her legs back, her pussy open and needy. "Fuck me, Jim."

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.”

Her gaze was fixated on nothing out the dirty window as she concentrated on breathing in and out. What is it that I'm supposed to be doing again? She asked herself as she stood at the cracked laminated counter. Oh, right, coffee. She looked back at him over her shoulder to see if he'd caught her little lapse. Big mistake! His muscles moved as he reached in and out of the bags, like some kind of well-orchestrated dance. And his ass did things to jeans that she was pretty sure were illegal in small towns like Silver Springs.

She screamed. I took the phone from her and saw the newest tabloid. The paparazzi captured a picture of Monique and I by the pool, lips locked. What they didn't capture was me pushing her away and firing her. You can make any picture look bad if you catch it at the right moment. "Lynn, it's not what you think..." "No? Well, what about this one?!" She stole the phone back from me, scrolled a bit, and showed me again. "Fuck," I hissed out as I stared down at Brooke Saddle naked on my lap with her tits in my face and my eyes straight down at them. "This isn't what you think either."

If I’m going to start showering like this, I want to encourage my mate to join me. “I like it warm,” she says. “Then make it warm for me. Make it how you like it,” I say, then strip off my shorts. When she turns back from checking the water, she jolts. “Oh,” she says, looking away. “You don’t have to look away from me, Brooke. Nudity is very common. I’m sure you know that. I’m sure you know that dragons, especially, don’t care about being naked. If it bothers you, I won’t be naked in front of you, but I have to admit, clothes feel really weird. I’d rather be comfortable in our space.”