Colby Brock Smut Novels & Stories

She stroked my throbbing cock with deliberate slowness, her soft palm gliding up and down the shaft while her thumb circled the swollen cap, smearing the thick beads of precum that leaked from the slit. I bit down on my lip to stifle a guttural groan, fuck her touch was worlds apart from Jenna's hesitant fumbling. This was pure expertise, decades of knowing exactly how to unravel a man with every twist and squeeze, her fingers curling just right to hit that sensitive spot under the ridge.

"Who are you?" He tilts his head. "That's the wrong question." "Then what's the right one?" He crouches in front of me. Close enough that I can smell him. Smoke and something rotten underneath. "The right question," he says softly, "is what do we want from you?" My heart pounds. "And what do you want?"

“Fuck me harder. I can take it.” Colt thrust up to meet me, one hand sliding around to rub my swollen clit in tight circles while the other pinched my nipple through my dress. “That’s my filthy girl. Taking every inch of your guardian’s cock in the barn like a proper ranch whore. You love the risk, don’t you? Door wide open, anyone could walk by and see you creaming all over Daddy’s dick.” “Yes!” I cried out, riding him wildly now. My juices coated his shaft, dripping down his balls with every bounce. “I love it. I love being your secret little slut. Don’t stop rubbing my clit I’m so close.”

She sang dryly. Colby's eyes fall to his tray and his lips curl into disgust. " Sarah, what the fuck is this?" Colby whispered. I nearly choked on my own breath. Colby points at the dry bread and beans. " This looks like it just came out of a cat's ass Sarah. Does it look like I eat cat's shit? " Sarah stunned by Colby's words stayed mute. She must've not expected him to speak up about her treatment towards him. " Sarah darling, please give me something that can actually be digested. Or I might just have a word with the health-

I screamed around Ethan’s shaft. We came together in a sweaty, filthy explosion. Dylan flooded my pussy with pulse after pulse of hot cum. Carter unloaded deep in my ass, the overflow leaking out around his shaft. Ethan pulled out and painted my face and tits with rope after rope of thick white cum. I kept cumming, body shaking, holes clenching, milking every last drop. We collapsed in a sticky, cum-drenched heap. Cum oozed from my stretched pussy and asshole, dripped down my thighs, and coated my chin, cheeks, and heaving breasts. My hair was a mess, my makeup ruined. I looked like the perfect used-up slut.

Brooke was slowly taking the nerd’s cock into her mouth, sucking it like a pro while he groaned loudly. He was so lost in pleasure that he didn’t even grab her head to guide her. She did everything herself, taking him deep, choking on his thick shaft while he just moaned like an idiot. “Fuck,” I cursed, nearly losing focus on the camera as I stroked my own cock. Brooke’s slutty eyes stayed locked on me the whole time. Her black mascara was already running down her cheeks as she coughed and gagged. She fucking loved choking on dick.

"I'm gonna cum! Keep doing it! Keep fucking my nasty slut cunt with your big fat raw cock! God, I love being a fucking slut! Your fucking slut! Fuck, I love you!" Bryce had expected his fourth orgasm to be long in coming--if it came at all--so he was pleasantly surprised when he felt that familiar tingle starting to build in his groin. The minor miracle was no doubt due to the added sensitivity--and intimacy--of fucking without a rubber, this new knob-rubbing, down-fucking position, and the filth spewing from his self-proclaimed slut girlfriend's mouth.

I smile brightly to try to cheer him, sticking my hand into the bowl and picking a few more grapes off of the stems. “Are they at least treating you well over there?” “Of course,” I laugh, chewing on a grape. “And don’t worry, they’re keeping me fully caffeinated.” “Good,” Sam smirks. “You’re shit without your morning coffee.” I suddenly sense that I’m being watched, glancing over the top of my laptop screen toward the staircase. Brock’s standing at the bottom in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, his long damp hair hanging loose around his face. He must’ve just gotten out of the shower, and the sight of him shirtless instantly has my heart beating faster- especially because of the way h

I explained. “I…..Thank you.” Braxton responded hoarsely, and swallowed slowly. He was instantly up, and practically falling on me, hugging me. “You’re welcome. Enjoy it.” “I’m not going to use it. I want to hang it.” “I’m sure it will look great.” “I WANNA GO NEXT!” Colby yelled, making us laugh at him, and Lexi shaking her head at him. “He’s almost 21, and still acts like a pup.” She joked.

“I’m gonna cum again… don’t stop!” “Cum on my cock, baby.” He reached between them, rubbing her swollen clit in tight circles. Emma shattered, “Fuuuuck! Coltonnnn!” He growled, pulling out suddenly. “Not done yet.” He set her down on shaky legs, stripped off the rest of his clothes, revealing his powerful, scarred body. Then he grabbed her hand and pulled her deeper into the barn. Colton laid her down on a thick blanket someone had left there, spreading her legs wide.