Elle Brooke Rimming Novels & Stories

Melissa stood in front of her, twirling a strand of blonde hair around her manicured finger. “Well, well. I can’t believe you decided to show up in that outfit today,” she said, eyeing Brooke up and down with a smile obviously fake. “Brave choice.” Brooke didn’t flinch; she knew she would still make enemies and she can’t please everyone but now she couldn’t care less. She brought out a piece of gum and chewed slowly and said, “Didn’t think you’d show up in that much perfume; it seems like you’re hiding a particular stench.”

" Brooke moans with each spurt, her body milking each drop. We lie locked thus, labored breathing. My cock pulls out slow inside her, cum dripping from between her legs. I pull out slowly, seeing the white mix with her pink folds. Brooke gets up turning to face me. Her skin is red, lips swollen from sucking. 'That was wild,' she says, briefly kissing me. I zip myself up, helping her push her shorts back down. The woods around us seem to be alive, but our secret was left here. We creep back out onto the cabin trail, holding hands until we hear voices.

I acknowledged her with a nod of my own. "Mabel," said Amelia to the woman. "And Brooke. What's with all the pomp and pageantry?" Mabel shrugged slightly. "Can't take it from royalty, you know." "And who is she?" Brooke asked. His index and middle fingers were adorned with silver rings. I wondered why that choice of jewelry. Amelia glances at me. "Haven't you heard?" "About what?" "Don't be so ignorant, Brooke. You're fooling yourself." "Excuse me?"

Brooke yells, her high voice getting completely distorted with massive pain, feeling like the muscle would be tom straight from her bone at any moment. “But… but if our hands pull his jaw off your skin, won't the teeth rip you open more?” the rogue men hesitate, their boots shifting. They can only kick their heavy toes at my ribs, way too wary to make a real move. Brooke, grinding her white teeth through the agony, barks loudly, “Grab my silver gun from the table! And bring that little twin cub we caught in the woods today! You wanna play tough with my life, Mars Reed? My claws will send your soul and your daughter straight to hell together!”

I called out. She paused, then turned around with a smile that looked a little forced as she walked over to us. “Hi, miss Vera and Mrs Ryder,” she said, greeting Juliet politely. Juliet smiled back at her. I tilted my head slightly. “You okay? You look a bit unhappy. Did something happen?” Brooke shook her head immediately. “No, nothing. Just stress from helping the models fit into the dresses for rehearsal.” I studied her face for a second, then nodded. “Okay.”

My hair flowed down past my shoulders in luxurious brown ringlets that gave me a boost of confidence. Bram had a deep forest green shirt paired with his black cloak and a twinned gold and silver brooch. I admired the intricate embroidery of wolves and forestry as we walked, “why do you have such a different cloak to everyone else, is it a tradition?” I asked in a friendly tone.

When she found them, she gave them a wave in which only Bryce returned (Trevor and Chase were too busy chatting to notice Brooke's vigorous waving), "there." "That means we'll be able to leave soon," I nodded, mentally noting that we were now only waiting for Maybelle and Grace, and whoever Clayton convinced to come. "I better get back to the boys," Brooke said, looking back at Trevor, Chase, and Bryce, who were all currently in some sort of battle between who had bigger muscles. Bryce had his shirt sleeve rolled back, and was flexing his arm right in Chase's face, who glowered at him, impatiently waiting for his own turn to show off his muscles. Brooke rolled her eyes and turned to me, an e

what are you doing? I roll my eyes, firing off a reply. Brooke: Coding. Theo: again? you’ve got an addiction. I smile at the screen. Brooke: My name is Brooke and I’m a code-a-holic. He doesn’t respond right away, which gives me time to stew about how cheesy my message was. God, he must think I’m such a dork. My phone vibrates in my hands as I receive another message. Theo: wanna hang?

"Brock, you there?" Brock, wedged between the leather seats of the limo, glanced at his over-zealous mate sprawled across the floor. He pressed his temples massaging his forehead. "Yeah, I'm here. Just wrestling with an overly amorous mate, who has such charm and grace right now. What's the word, Rylan?"