Elle Brooke Sexy Novels & Stories

His surprise quickly disappears as the other man strips naked and bends the woman over the couch. Wetness pools in between my legs, and I move slightly around, trying to find a comfortable spot. Trevor lightly kisses my earlobe again and whispers, “There is more spice than anything else in the movie.” The woman on the TV and I moan together. “Ahhh…..”

"Bro, I don't know even know who you are—" "But I know who you are. I know all about you," he cut me off. "Ryder Jake Williams. The surfer. The player. The stepbrother. You're her fucking stepbrother and you just have to make a move on her. You have to get her to fall in love with you. And now, because of you, she has to leave her entire life behind. She'll lose her family, her friends, and she’ll have to give up on her dreams—"

Brock said as he put his hand through my hair and crashed his lips to mine. Static sparked literally when our lips touched, and we both jumped a little before continuing with the kiss. I thought of pushing him away, but when I licked my lips, they tasted like strawberries, and his masculine scent of nature was intoxicating. So I grabbed his shirt in my hands and pulled Brock to me, my tongue diving into Brock's surprised mouth. We both moaned into the kiss that was deepening with each passing moment, and Brock cradled my head between his massive hands, circling my temples with his thumbs. I felt safe, and if I didn't have to go three more weeks without sex, I would probably jump him.

Mom plops beside me, leaning her head back on the comfortable fabric. “Your stepbrother just left. He told me he met an interesting Hawaiian girl.” I raise an eyebrow at her. “He’s not my stepbrother just yet. But did he really?” “That’s what he told me.” She shrugs. “Wants two more days here.” “Must be nice,” I hum, thinking about last night's activities and Lucas’ betrayal. Two men now that I’m leaving behind. But I promised myself that Sebastian and I wouldn’t meet again. That’s what’s important.

In the minimal light of the corridor, his dark eyes glinted with menace, like a predator who had just caught meddling prey. "What did you hear, Little Duck?" he whispered. His voice sounded like a blade slicing through silk. His free hand went up, pinning me in place against the wall right next to my ear. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, a stark contrast to his murderous gaze. I was trapped. Oxygen seemed to vanish from the room. "I... I just wanted some water," my voice trembled violently, barely audible. Adrian leaned in closer, his nose almost brushing mine. His gaze flickered to my lips for a split second before locking back onto my eyes with terrifying intensity. "In this

But her head spun from Dante's touch, his watch from the side heavy. Night wore on, Lorenzo sealing deals, clueless to the fire starting close. She faked smiles, body humming, wanting bad. Later, heading inside, he passed near, breath on her neck quick. "Dante," he said soft. "If you want." Dante. It hit—Lorenzo's step-brother, the mafia one with all the scary stories. Pulse went crazy. Big trouble. But his eyes promised, and she craved it. Gala far from over for her.

“Get on your back and spread your legs like a good slut. We are all taking turns.” I stare at the thick strap-on, heart hammering with fear and exhausted desire. My voice comes out small. “Please… I do not know if I can take anymore…” Brooke smiles and presses record again. “You will. And you are going to thank us for every single inch.” Madison positions herself between my trembling thighs and lines the head up with my sore, dripping entrance. She starts to push inside.

My legs clench, pleasure rising low. She senses it, sucking harder hand rubbing what her mouth cannot reach. But I am not yet ready to cum. I pull her off with a wet pop, cock shining and wet. 'Not like that,' I swear, breathing hard. Brooke stands up, swiping the back of her hand across her mouth, eyes hungry. I get my hands on her waist and spin her, shoving her forward. She arches her hips, bracing her hands on the trunk of a tree. Her shorts are tight,

he returned their greeting, shaking his friend's hand and smiling at the beautiful young woman he had brought with him. She is certainly somebody to smile at, with her dark eyes and long, black hair which she was wearing pulled back away from her pretty face with the clear, mil- chocolate complexion. Although her face is attractive, it cannot compare with her voluptuous figure, with luscious breasts barely contained in the white t-shirt. As usual, Brooke was not wearing a bra, and her big, dark brown nipples stood out clearly through the thin fabric. Below her waist, she was equally alluring, wearing red shorts that were stretched tightly over her curvy ass and clearly displayed a cameltoe i

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."