Elle Brooke Rimming Novels & Stories

Brook immediately shifted into his gray wolf, leaving his clothes in shreds on the ground as I unconsciously pulled Amanda into my arms. The two animals battled on the group for close to five minutes before we saw no movement between the two. Brooke was on the ground while the rogue was on top of him, “ Brooke.” Amanda's terrifying voice broke the silence.” Brooke, are you okay?” She asked, making her way forward.” Brooke, are you okay?” She asked when a growl came from Brook's wolf followed by movement. The rogue fell off him, and Brookes's wolf got up from the floor. His eyes shifted from me to Amanda; blood was gushing out of his arm, and I could tell he wasn't feeling good.

Which was kind of odd since she was usually the first staff member I run into at events like this. Her mysterious date must be keeping her busy tonight. I couldn’t help the smirk that crossed my face at that snarky thought. Finally, Brooke can finally get some real action going with her sex life. But that smirk instantly froze on my face, when Jake tapped my shoulder and motioned in a direction somewhere in front of me, and I followed with my eyes to see Brooke, smiling radiantly as she approached us in a flowy green cover-up robe that floated around her long bare, tan legs. Her feet were bare and something glittered against the lights around one of her ankles. Her short blonde hair swayed i

“They promise they'll bring as much peanut butter and mainland goodies as they can fit in their suitcases.” “Mmm, peanut butter,” Brooke said as she walked past me with her arms full of chum buckets. She somehow made carrying bloody fish look sexy. Some days I hated Brooke. She was possibly the most beautiful person I had ever met. Tall, with legs that stretched into infinity, she also had perfectly sculpted abs and a megawatt smile. The thing was, she knew she was gorgeous, but she only used the advantage at the bars. She was also one of the nicest people I knew, and my best friend and roommate on the island.

“She’s gonna be here with us for the next few weeks, so let’s try to make her feel at home.” I smile at Brooke appreciatively, then listen as she points around the table naming people off. I’m actually terrible with names, so I doubt I’m going to remember half of them. I’ve totally got the girls down, since there are only four, but the ten guys’ names have already escaped me. “Alright, you ready to conference with your pack?” Brooke asks after she’s finished introducing everyone. “For sure,” I nod. Brooke clicks around the screen with her mouse to connect the video chat, and moments later, I see Rico’s face on the screen set against the backdrop of the Denver hive.

Brook strained her eyes to see it clearer and gasped as she realised what it was. "Summer Ray, you lying b****." Brook screamed as she dove into the corner of the room. Her head hit the wall and she lay on the floor in an untidy heap. An eery whistle came from the other corner and Brook turned her head quickly to see the shimmering moon birthmark once again. She stood up, straightening her body as she dove once again into the other corner of her room. Her body hit the wall and with a loud thump, she landed on the floor.

The other woman screamed at Rim. Hey my readers who can guess the woman? Hehe

“Robin is the ringleader, or maybe it’s her father. I can’t recall which one is worse.” “Really? Robin treats you badly?” Brooke raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. “Badly is a nice word for it. She always turns her nose up at me, spreads false gossip, and she’s rude right to my face. She makes me feel worthless.” Her voice softened. “Which I guess I am.”

“My system commands zero requirement for a male partner. My perimeter contains loyal pack-friends. That data is more than sufficient to balance my biology. Is it not exceptionally liberating to navigate the wilderness single and completely unchained? Why would my internal wolf ever willingly invite a male to complicate the grid?” Listening to the disjointed ramblings of my intoxicated mind, Brooke found her tongue entirely trapped for a proper response. Her hands carefully draped a thick woolen travel cloak across my trembling shoulders, her palm maintaining a steady rhythm against my spine. Suddenly, her tracking vision caught a subtle distortion in the low-light shadows of a private booth

She stepped up to me again and stole a glance at the names before her perfectly manicured finger pointed at a few. "She has a really nice tight pussy that likes to swallow big juicy cocks. And that one likes her ass fingered deep while she gags on a cock." She pressed her breasts against my arm as I groaned in frustration. I nervously glanced around, holding my gaze on lynn as she paused her work and stared over at us. "Brooke, what are you doing?" I turned my gaze back to her, giving one of my angry scowls. "What? I'm just trying to help."

She moans, "I have to share mine." Brooke is everything I expected and more. She loves having a cock in her mouth and moans when I cum all over her tongue. I first lick the trimmed brown hair around her lovely pussy, 'till she blasts all over my face. She holds her legs back, her pussy open and needy. "Fuck me, Jim."