Elle Brooke Sexy Novels & Stories

I feel bad for going behind everyone's back but at the same time sneaking around with Mia is thrilling and exciting. I love making her squirm, when everyone's around. Deliberately saying things only she and I will catch on making her blush and stutter. Snapping out of my thoughts, just in time to see a girl walking up to me, with what I suppose she thinks is seductive expression? Her face caked with make up, I hate that fake, misleading shit. She's basic looking, with her assets on show leaving almost nothing to imagine. God where's the mystery? "Hey there handsome, Im Katherine" she purrs touching my chest, I take her hand off me, trying my best not to be rude and wrinkle my nose in disgust

Michael sent a photographer to my mother’s building in Brooklyn. I am still holding the phone when Samuel takes it from my hand, reads the text I sent my mother, and starts pulling on his jacket. “We go to Brooklyn,” he says. “No.” I take the phone back. “You go to the Times. I go to Brooklyn.” “Khloe”

Considering everything Janice had confessed to Tom that night, Brook wondered if he might have even told her that her daughter had been there watching them. The way things had been going the past few days, Brook was feeling impossibly horny, and it felt like it was never going to go away. Not caring if her parents came home suddenly and caught her sunbathing topless, she took off her bikini top and lay back again. It wasn't long before her hand found its way into her bikini bottom to stroke along the moistening lips of her warm pussy.

"So what's stopping you, sir?" *Oh God.* She bit her tongue the second the words left her mouth. *No. No. No.* This was the second time tonight she'd slipped up and said too much. Yes, the sexual tension was unbearable. Yes, her body ached for him in ways that terrified her. But she could NOT have sex with her stepbrother. A man ten years older. A man whose house she lived in and despised half of her. She wasn't going to become like her mother. She wasn't.

“It’s not a big secret or anything. We’re attracted to each other. We’ve fooled around a few times. We’re both consenting adults, so I don’t see what the big deal is.” Quinn’s eyes fly wide while Brooke’s cheeks grow rosy with her blush, like the mere mention of casual sex is dirty. I don’t buy for a second that she’s actually offended- I’ve seen how she is with Theo; the girl definitely fucks. And good girls like her are usually freaks in the sheets.

It was almost as if she'd planned it, but how? One minute they were laughing, and the sexual tension was almost palpable, and the next... "Well-well-well fancy seeing you two here. Playing house, I see. Isn't that against your moral upbringing or some-such crap, Kerryanne?" She was loud enough for anyone within hearing distance to overhear, as they were sure was the point.

“But I could feel them. It was supposed to be a simple dance, and I am a darn good dancer. A dance to get their cocks hard, but it wasn’t enough for them. A hand found my waist; one of the men pulled me toward him with a force that tore my panties loose. The other man grabbed my tits. His palms were rough, Father. My breath hitched, and I just… I let him.” “Stop,” I croaked. It was a pathetic plea. “I let them fondle me in that room, their hands caressing every inch of my body. Even parts I didn’t think they would touch,” she breathed, the sound of her lips moving almost audible through the screen. “One of the men had slipped a finger into my asshole. At the end of it, I was crying out in pl

I couldn't deny the arousal building within me, even as I worried about someone catching us in the act. But the thrill of getting caught only fueled the fire between us, and soon we found ourselves in a secluded room upstairs, our bodies tangled together in a frenzy of lust. As we explored each other, inhibitions fell away and our moans filled the room. I can attest to the fact that Jeffery is good in bed, his sex hits harder than Tom's. The strange feeling I get whenever he wants me is so confusing, the fact that I would want to resist him but I can't is alarming.