Brookeab Hot Novels & Stories

Brooke had been watching him and, when Rick approached her widely spread legs, she asked him "Do you wanna eat my hot little pussy?" "Yeah. More than anything." He ducked so she could raise her legs and rest them on his shoulders. "Okay, but you gotta stick your finger in my hot little booty." In case he had any trouble understanding what she meant, Brooke reached down to spread her ass cheeks for him. This was another thing Rick had no problem doing, so he wetted the middle finger of his right hand and eased it into the hole she was holding open for him. While slowly moving the finger in and out of the cooing woman's ass, he wrapped his left arm around her waist so his face was inches from

Somewhere in my succulent feasting, Brooke gave out a strangled squeal. "Oh that," Brooke said casually. "That's one of Trent's co-workers whose face I'm currently riding." "Which one? The good one - Libra's date." "Is he good...definitely a 'yes'. He's like an Arabian stallion. Damn, my thighs are still trembling from all the orgasms he's put me through, plus he's done Libra."

@stacie_winter: You always talk about your so called girlfriend, yet you never post her. I'm starting to think that you're either lying to me or ur gay. My eyebrows furrow together as I read her message to him. Who is this bitch? My fingers click open the chat, seeing all the previous messages she's sent to him in which he hasn't replied to. Thirsty much? I then go to her account before scrolling through her photos. Most of her pictures consist of her in a bikini or some form of lingerie, while showcasing her very nicely shaped buttocks to her fairly large following.

When she found them, she gave them a wave in which only Bryce returned (Trevor and Chase were too busy chatting to notice Brooke's vigorous waving), "there." "That means we'll be able to leave soon," I nodded, mentally noting that we were now only waiting for Maybelle and Grace, and whoever Clayton convinced to come. "I better get back to the boys," Brooke said, looking back at Trevor, Chase, and Bryce, who were all currently in some sort of battle between who had bigger muscles. Bryce had his shirt sleeve rolled back, and was flexing his arm right in Chase's face, who glowered at him, impatiently waiting for his own turn to show off his muscles. Brooke rolled her eyes and turned to me, an e

Luckily she can see well up close, so I know I’m not blur, even if I might feel like one. "I want to hear more"She whimpers.. Brooke's P.O.V. He pulls back and suddenly she felts so cold. Confused, honry and ready for whatever this experiment was she looked at him with shock and surprise not hiding her lust in the process. Aaron is a very handsome man and yes she has to admit she had a huge crush on him. A massive one at that. They been more than friends since three years nothing sexual to her dismay of course but she had always wanted more. She knew Aaron to be a very sexual and passionate writer he had always just shown his passionate side during his writing or novels.

"My brother and my mother are waiting for you, and here you are having a cozy little dinner date with Mr. Quest." One of the friends gasped theatrically, as if this were breaking news and not a manufactured scene. "Wait, is this the guy from the pictures? The one from Rich&Unfiltered?" "The one and only wannabe," Brooke raised her eyebrow, not taking her eyes off Zoe. "Some people just cannot help themselves." She wagged a manicured finger, the same finger that had once threaded through Zoe's own during a funeral, the same hand that had signed her over to men who called her nothing at all.

But I didn't think that was a thing here. The door opened, and Brooke stepped inside. She yawned, doing a little stretch. Her muscles popped. She was one of the students in the common room. I had heard her voice. She hooked a hand under her pajamas top and I averted my gaze. I turned to look back at her, hoping she was now lying on her bed, but I was startled as I saw what she was in. A pink crop top, instead of the pajama top, and on the bottom, she wore black shorts underneath. “What? It's Karaoke night. Do you believe I'm going to miss that?”

With the look of things, the weekend would not allow it to pass, and it could even get worse. Coming out through the front door, I met Damien right at the door trying to come inside at the same time. He was in a white unbuttoned shirt, and black shorts with wet hair and a liquid dripping body. It made me wonder where he was coming from that early, but that wasn't the main point at that particular time. My stepbrother's muscle tone abs were staring right at me, and his hot body felt like it had just been steamed at the right temperature. His curly hair that bounced at the drips of water were not making the sight, feelings friendly for someone like me.

Ann: "Dude, you need to relax. I know exactly how I make you feel. I see how you look at me, and sometimes I intentionally get intimate with Mike in front of you just to see your reaction. The good thing is, Mike and I aren't dating. And I like you. I mean, look at your well built body. Let's just have fun, no strings attached." Me: "Hey, hey, hey. Whatever is going on between you and Mike is your business. But I'll make one thing clear: Mike is my bro, my day one. I don't take what's his, especially if he doesn't give it to me. Plus, I value loyalty. I won't lose my bro because I want to get down with you, bitch." I stomped off angrily.

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.