Bryce Loski Flipped Novels & Stories

Bryan moved back a little after he was released by his dad, he looked up to Lora who was only a few inches from falling off. "I'll get married to you"

“Maybe my dick just doesn’t like women that cower.” The deep growl of a motorcycle engine cut through the moment. Bryce rolled up beside us and killed the engine. He swung off his bike and walked over slowly. “You boys lost or something?” His voice was calm. But the warning underneath it was unmistakable. “This ain’t your territory,” Bryce continued. “So I suggest you find your way back.” Luke lifted his hands slightly in mock surrender. “Relax,” he said. “We were just having a conversation.” Bryce didn’t move.

Figuring that she shouldn't push her luck, she opted to behave herself until the tournament had been won. Travis defeated Vince, and Bryce defeated Marvin, and then Travis after that. She felt a shiver of arousal at the thought of giving a lap dance to Bryce and the liberties he would take with her, but then felt a surprising jolt of disappointment when Beck won again. Still, she could work with that. "What a bunch of shit," Bryce said, tossing his controller down and grabbing Beck in a headlock for a few seconds. "They were your rules man!" he said, finally managing to free himself and laughing.

I lift my arms and break the kiss so that the material can go over my head. Once the gown is on the floor, I cup Bryce’s face and return to devouring his mouth. Bryce uses one hand to play with one breast while the other hand plays with the top of my pussy. Bryce quickly grabs me and flips me onto my back. He stands to pull his boxers off and then climbs back on the bed between my legs. Bryce kisses as he sucks on my tongue. While sucking on my tongue, he lines up his rod and pushes into me. He swallows the moan that drops from my lips. Bryce finds his pace, and it’s fast and hard.

“Just keep the momentum goin’. Don’t stop to breathe, don’t spill the beer. And for the love of all that’s holy, flip that cup fast.” “I’ve been training for this my whole life,” I said, cracking my knuckles. “Let’s go.” Brody jogged to the other side and pointed at me with both fingers. “You better pray I don’t land the final flip, Blue!” “Your flips are as weak as your pickup lines,” I shouted back, which got a loud oooooh from the crowd gathering around us. I looked over at Sadie. She was bouncing on her toes, eyes bright, cheeks pink. “You ready for this?”

She missed the way he usually stayed inside her until she came down, but she needn't have worried. Kyle, still working on his mad, pulled out of her pussy, flipped her legs into the air, and pushed into her ass. Her eyes widened as she felt the burn. The only lube was her juices that had run down to her ass. She pushed her hands against his to get him to ease up, but he grabbed them and flattened them against the bed.

Unless the slipper. If there is nothing better, a slipper can be. Damian didn't wait, leaned over the balcony again, took aim and threw. The slipper hit the balcony door with a soft click. No answer. Radosz cursed again. He was really afraid that Brylski had passed out. Perhaps, rolling down the roof, he hit his head and caused some contusion of the brain, too small for a medical examination to show, but such bruises and bumps grew...

"This is a murder attempt, Bryce. Be prepared to spend the rest of your life in prison!" Bryce's expression was savage as he cursed at her out loud. "You're a b*tch, Lori Levaine! If I knew how much of a b*tch you were, I would have ridden you to death in bed!" Lori felt nauseated. Her expression turned grim as she asked Bryce, "I'm going to ask you one last time. Tell me where Chad is right now." Bryce started laughing wildly again when he heard Lori's question. His laugh was sinister and crazy. "Haven't I been clear enough, Lori? Chad Lowry is dead. He died in that accident on the bridge…"

He opens his arms to hug me, and I try my best not to look at Archie, who I think is on the couch on the left. He kisses both my cheeks before stepping back and putting some distance between us. He is in his usual golf tee and white pants, which I take as a sign that he plans to play golf, and I did not come prepared. Fuck. Bryce is every woman’s dream: tall, with broad shoulders, dark eyes, and a well-chiseled jaw with lips that look like he got fillers, but they are just that natural look. “I believe you are well acquainted with Archie?” he gestures towards the couch, and it takes everything in me not to snap.

Landon, who was still leaning by the pillar, let out a low whistle, shaking his head slowly. “Yeah,” he muttered to himself, clearly impressed. “This is going to break the internet. Tongues are gonna wag forever.” After what felt like a forever hug, Kimberly still reluctantly pulled away from it, and faced Bryce fully now, her composure cracking just a little as emotions flickered across her face in a way the cameras definitely caught. “You’re insane,” she whispered, half breathless, half overwhelmed. Bryce’s lips tilted slightly. “Yeah, I know that.” he said quietly.