Elle Brooke Sexy Novels & Stories

"All right..." "Ahm... and I was forgetting... as the first time, it may lack courage for both of you, so a little beer and aphrodisiacs should help... unfortunately I don't have aphrodisiacs here," he said looking around, "in short you can try any other position that you find comfortable for both of you, and don't forget...your partner has to be relaxed and ready to take you..." "Okay…” Archie nodded, “thanks so much for your attention,” he said getting to his feet.

Sunlight poked through those thick curtains, hitting the messed-up sheets with a warm light. Isabella Moretti shifted, her whole body sore in ways that screamed last night wasn't a dream. Her skin still buzzed from where he'd touched her. Those firm hands exploring every bit of her like he owned it. She blinked hard, her head throbbing from all that champagne and the mess she'd gotten into.

I found Roxy in the hallway outside the kitchen, standing with her phone in one hand as she typed quickly. The moment she heard my footsteps, she slipped the phone into her pocket and immediately started walking away, and the sight almost made me smile. “I’ve never had girls run from me before,” I said. “I guess that's another hit to my ego.” She stopped so abruptly that I nearly walked into her. And when she turned, the look on her face was pure venom. The corner of my mouth lifted. “Good morning to you too, sister.” “Running away from you?” she snorted. “Oh, please, you really find a lot of ways to feed your ego, don't you?”

I googled it, tonight Dutch Creed is supposed to make an appearance. Pulling my black heels out I smiled at her, "you want me to see if Seth can hook ya'll up?" Brooke laughed, "um there is no way in hell I would ever date him. I mean he is hotheaded, he is a cheater, he is a liar, and God Damn he is hot as fuck." I laughed, "and you talk about me liking Seth." Brooke looked at me, "yeah but Dutch is fineeeee and Seth well he is fine but he's only so so fine."

You both deserve something more than some damaged little girl. I'm sorry for breaking your trust. For lying to you both. I will love you for the rest of my life. Love, Caroline Brooks

The words left my mouth, lined with a fierce edge. We settled into an electrifying silence, the air heavy with a silent clash of wills ready to explode into life. Brock's scent wasn’t merely tantalizing—rich with the aroma of sizzling bacon—it stirred a ravenous hunger within me, a desire far beyond the call of mere appetite. I was seized by an impulse to devour him in the most primal of ways.

My cock sprang free from my underwear the moment I drew it up. It was hard and aching. I gripped my cock just below that head. "You want this?" I asked her in a deep but hoarse voice. My fingers rubbed the tip of my shaft against her wet folds. The up and down movements were teasing her slit even as a knowing smirk curved the corners of my lips. She was a moaning mess. "Tell me you want your stepbrother's cock, Elara," I demanded. Her eyes met mine. They were wide and dark with lust. "I want it," she breathed. "I want your cock."

He just played a video of me begging Derrick to have intimacy with me. The video didn’t end there, it showed even worse. It showed me and Derrick having sex at the washroom, our bodies entangled, clothes tossed carelessly across the floor. My voice echoed through the speakers, filled with desperation and lust as I begged him for more, told him not to stop, told him to go harder. I moaned like someone starved for attention, like a woman who had no morals, no restraint.

The calf-length midi skirt Grace was wearing had risen to her groin. While the shirt top she was wearing was almost completely unbuttoned, exposing her shoulders and hot pink bra from behind her. They made my head spin and desire to do the same. I then pulled the man down onto the sofa after we had danced a little beside Alena, whose off-shoulder top had come down and exposed her breasts, which the man was groping. Ignoring what they were doing, I placed my body on my knees above him. "Stay there," I said to him, who smiled and placed his hands on my hips.

Her pussy slicked wet at the thought of the human who had put her in this situation in the first place, innocently having the time of his life while she dealt with him. With the image of Julian in her head, she quickly discarded her top, exposing her luscious breasts and flat tummy dotted by a navel piercing. Her throat went dry as she imagined it was Julian’s warm tongue on her nipple. She shut her eyes, groaning softly when she pinched the rosy buds hard. Her boobs were one of her body’s most attractive features, and it didn’t help that they were sensitive as hell. Her pussy dripped at the action. She pressed her legs together, aiming at some friction.