Colby Brock Smut Novels & Stories

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

Cole The threat of our cousin Lily coming over hung over me like a storm cloud mixed with dark twisted excitement. Lily was twenty four, bubbly and curvy with blonde hair and a reputation in the family for being adventurous. The idea that Sam wanted her to watch me get broken made my stomach twist with humiliation even as my plugged ass clenched around the thick toy and my cock strained against the cock ring Sam had put back on me that morning. Sam had kept me naked and edged all morning again. She made me crawl around the house doing chores with the large plug shifting deep inside me. Every time I got close to the edge from the constant prostate stimulation she would stop touching me and la

"That's not crying. That's smudging." "My mistake." Another step. He smelled like ice and sweat and something underneath that my body remembered before my brain did. "Nice hickey, by the way." My hand flew to my collarbone. The concealer. I'd forgotten to reapply before the game. "I don't know what you're–" "I do. I put it there." His voice dropped. Quiet. Just for me. "Looks good on you." My entire body flushed. From my toes to my hairline, a full-system meltdown triggered by six words and the way his grey eyes tracked down to my collarbone and back up like he was remembering exactly how it got there.

Louise yells. Smiling Colby comes forward toward me, putting his hands on my shoulders. I believe as much to assure me her words mean nothing as to show that I am his. “I don’t believe we have me yet, Louise,” Colby starts. “I am Alpha Colby Smith of the Silver Crescent Pack, and I broke your wrist because you were about to hit my mate,” he says. “Well, la tea da,” Louise misses that he said his mate and she has no clue who she is speaking with, and I chuckle at her ignorance.

on top of me his thrusts are savage it's painful at this point as I claw at him to stop he doesn't then I feel him coming inside me he stays there until he's sure I have milked him dry. I just lay there out of breath shocked that my sweet seventeen year old step brother just attacked me in the back of his truck.

I spat even as my pulse quickened. "Showing off your weak combat moves, huh?" He sneered. "It would never work on us, so don't sweat it out." "If you want us to delete the pictures, you're gonna have to beg." Of course, barf bags like them would want to see me break. I knew I could refuse. Let them leak the video and deal with the fallout. But after today, after everything, I couldn't handle one more humiliation. The pack already saw me as weak, wolfless, unworthy. A sex tape with my stepbrother would be the final nail in my social coffin.

Brock's warm breath danced against my skin, sending shivers down my spine as he murmured in my ear, "Steph? Would it be alright if I proudly declared you as my mate? I yearn to let the world know the depth of what you mean to me. Would that be okay, my love?" Clamping my legs tight in a vain attempt to maintain composure, I managed a nod, my cheeks flushed with the crimson of mortification, as unruly hormones held power. The cheesy "My Love" he included no longer bothered me. I understood it was an aftereffect of Rylan's healing touch, yet I found myself growing fond of these terms of endearment, more so than ever before. Once I gave my approval, his cheesy smile stretched even wider. I gaze

I think about Bryson's flushed face, the way he said my name in the gym, and how close we were standing. I could feel myself at the edge just thinking about it, and then that innocent glare I gave him when he tried thanking me for spotting him. Fuck, cum spills over my hand and feet, leaving me panting against the shower wall. Then comes the post-nut clarity, and with it, horror. I just jerked off thinking about my stepbrother. The guy I'm supposed to hate, who's ruining my life in every possible way. I'm scrubbing my hand clean when I hear footsteps echoing in the locker room. Before I can react, Bryson walks into the showers, still in his gear from practice.

Colby wrinkled face. Mr. Colby Brooke and Mr. Samuel Knight were best friends from college, they were the one who build Knight. inc from scratch and made it New York most prestigious and richest modeling agency, they both work over the clock for Kinght.inc to reach at it top place however Mr. Colby was one of most corrupted and dangerous member of BOD in Knight.inc, he had many crimes under also his hands were bloodied with many people, Samuel Knight was well aware of his all illegal activities yet he kept quiet and waited for Ethan to turn 18.

I am pretty sure Colby can feel my wetness through his jeans. Releasing my arms, I wrap them around him just holding him tight. It was surreal to me that he was here, and he had apologized. I loved this man so much. He could not be more perfect for me. Suddenly rolling me over, Colby slides my thong off as we roll pulling it off my feet as he stands up to remove his jeans. As he slides his jeans down, I notice he had no underwear on. “I find that really hot, Mr. Smith,” I say to him with a finger in my mouth.