Colby Brock Hot Novels & Stories

“Then let’s take this to the shower.” The hot water cascaded over my skin as I leaned against the cool tiles, my breaths coming in soft gasps. Alex stood behind me, his hands roaming my body, spreading the silky lather of soap across my skin. His touch was firm, yet gentle, possessive yet reverent. His lips trailed along my shoulder, down the curve of my neck, and across my collarbone. "You're mine, Scarlet," he murmured, his deep voice sending waves of heat through me.

I nodded again, feeling as his fingers moved amazingly on my nipples, and his cock—Fuckk, his cock was driving me wild. "Harry would never feel your pussy, would he?" he asked, and I nodded again, my both hands over the wall and how I wish it was something I could grip because he was pounding inside so much that I could fall. Colby took his hand off my breast and guided me until my chest was flat against the wall, my ass pushed out. His cock slipped out for a moment before he thrust back in, filling me completely. Fuck! "Mine…" he growled, hitting me places that I never knew existed. "Fucking Mine. not Harry, not anyone else. See how good and well I break and rip you apart, nobody would, bab

Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly need this . May be I will finally be able to grow some balls against his abuses” “Joel doesn’t teach that”. Cuts in the hoarse voice which seemed familiar. Her face still fixated to the book in her hand, making a peripheral vision, she glanced surreptitiously as in out of the corner of her eyes to see the person who spoke to her. “Joel Osteen is a wonderful writer and you can also look at me direct” he said making mockery of her indirect glances. “ I am not afraid to look at you" she blurted still keeping her head downturned.

one of them muttered. “Marcus doesn’t have to,” I snapped. “This isn’t about him. This is between me and Ryder now.” I turned around, my eyes landing on the wooden crate sitting in the corner — the one that had arrived from one of our black market suppliers last week. Inside was a small, coiled shadow — venomous in every way except literal. A cobra. Non-poisonous, but beautiful, sleek, terrifying. Perfect. “You,” I said, pointing at Cody. “Get that box ready. We’re sending Ryder a little gift.”

"You know, you look like you could use some help." Not again. "I don't need help from any of you." "Are you sure about that?" His smile widened. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like my brother just ate you alive and spit you out." The accuracy of his observation made me flinch. "What do you want, Cayden?" "To offer you what Hughs clearly wouldn't." He stepped closer, close enough that I could smell his cologne—something lighter than his brother's, but no less intoxicating. "Real advice about the competition."

The screen flickered to life, showing a woman with seductive, half-lidded eyes, whom I recognized as me. The video was recorded in a familiar setting—the clinic, during one of Rodrick's treatments for my illness. A woman's moan came from the video. I looked at the two of them and asked, "What do you want to do?" Colby took a step forward. "You've got to help us out, Brianna. You're a huge hit on foreign internet sites now, and men are crazy about you." He held up his hand and named a figure. "We'll give you this much for one night."

Please. 'Damien Anderson was my stepbrother?! How on earth?'

Although Colby's back blocked the view of Tanya's pussy, she knew that he slipped his fingers inside there from the way she clutched his shoulders and threw her head back in excitement. She deleted the video as she could not bear to watch it anymore. She played another video, it was likely on a different day since her appearance was different. It was still in his kitchen and Colby had an apron on his body. She entered the kitchen, excitedly hugged him from behind, and leaned her face on his back as she asked, "why does it smell so nice in here, darling?" Colby turned and faced her, "you may have forgotten but how can I? Today is your birthday so I'm baking a special cake for you."

Kolby had never had time or even the want for a female or male companion, however, after spending time with the boss's little hacker before they lost her and now with the torture of the female in interrogation, Kolby is finally feeling his body’s cravings. Kolby closes his eyes and is surprised when he is assaulted by erotic images of Gabriela withering and pleading for him to stop while he pins her to the cot underneath him. Kolby turns back onto his back and before he even realises what he is doing his hand has slipped into his boxers and is stroking his hard throbbing cock.