Emma Brooks Hot Novels & Stories

he says, “And show us that beautiful body of yours.” I feel a warm glow in my chest from Maverick’s praise. I pull down the rest of my bodysuit so that I’m wearing just my elaborate one piece lingerie and thigh-high leather boots. Brooks comes up behind me and reaches his hand between my legs. He runs his fingers up and down my folds, wetting his hand with my pussy juice. “Actually, keep this on,” Brooks says as he yanks the thin black ribbon wedged between my ass cheeks, “We can already see everything anyway.”

Within seconds, I’m screaming Hasan’s name at the top of my lungs, convulsing from an orgasm so hard and violent that my whole body trembles. When I finally come down from my high, the video is still playing. I make a disgusted face and toss my phone to the side. I head downstairs in a much better mood. But when I enter the kitchen, I freeze. Emily and Hasan are making out, right there in the middle of the kitchen. Emily pulls away when she sees me. “I thought your room had turned into a barbershop with all that noise coming from it,” she teases. Hot, fresh embarrassment washes over me. She heard me? Someone overheard me masturbating?

I go into his shorts and remove the cigarettes. "I don't want you smoking until the party, deal," I ask while sticking the cigarettes into my purse? "Whatever you say, Emma." I stand on my tiptoes, and my live stream video begins to play. "Hello, everyone. It's me, Emma, streaming live from the Model Perfect headquarters. I'm with Hunter today, and he has some amazing news to tell you."

Alex Harris, a man whose hair had started to fill with gray, looked at Brad with narrowed eyes suspiciously. "Are you sure he's not an undercover cop? He's as big as the agent who got shot," the man railed with eyes as sharp as a hawk. "Sorry, sir. I got this body from the gym. I've never held a gun of any kind," Brad replied in a slightly shaky voice. Gosh, he really was like a famous Hollywood actor. Moreover, his face was sweaty, further supporting his acting. Not because of fear, but because it was hot.

I sat straight up and was covered in sweat and had tears running down my face. Brooks sat up and asked what was wrong and I started sobbing. He pulled me close to him and held me until I pushed him away and said I want you. He told me he didn't think it was the right time and I begged him. He asked if I was sure and I said yes almost in a whisper. He got up and went and got a cond*m out of his bag and asked me again if I was sure and I nodded. He climbed back on the bed and came towards me. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and I raised my arms and he took my shirt off. It felt like a hundred bricks were suddenly placed on my chest and it got harder to breathe. I tried to swallow but it was as

I'll see you back at the Lodge later. ****Back in my Car……….. Then, I opened the message from the man who was currently ruining my life. Emma: I miss you too. See you at nine. The supermarket was nearly empty, the fluorescent lights humming overhead. I pushed a cart down the produce aisle, my mind miles away, playing out the scenarios of what would happen if Mia finally snapped. "Emma? Is that you?" I jumped, nearly knocking over a display of oranges. Ethan Brooks was standing near the apples, a basket on his arm. He looked tired, the "golden boy" shine dimmed by a night of drinking and a day of thinking.

Her lips slightly parted as soft moans came from her, Ember close to the surface as her eyes glowed. Emerald flips us over so she is now on top, her sexy smirk of victory on her beautiful face. She never misses a beat as she rocks her hips. Her white, long wavy hair is over her shoulders and down her back, her hips moving letting me know just how deep I am inside of her. The look of pure ecstasy on her face has me gripping her hips and taking over, slamming her down on me. The red flushed look on her face as she swallows my huge cock over and over has me nearing my own release.

I said, brushing my hair out of my face before gesturing at the building behind me. “News is going around that the library might be renovated soon. We don’t know how true that is since it hasn’t been confirmed,” I added. A petite redhead raised her hand. I raised a brow and nodded for her to speak. She cleared her throat and stepped forward. “First off, you’re hot,” she said. Some girls giggled. The guys looked somewhere between annoyed and amused. My brow arched higher. “And secondly… Can we go in?” she asked, pursing her lips.

A little intimidating. Then Emma speaks again, louder this time, cutting through the music. “Well, I did the same to your dom, Danika.” The words freeze the air. Everyone turns to her. “You made Aiden Abbott orgasm?” Ellie asks, blinking in disbelief. Emma nods quickly, too quickly. “He did. He came all over his pants,” she claims with a proud smirk. I snort. “Yeah, right. Nice try.” “I’m serious,” she insists, voice rising. “He did.”

Maybe he just didn’t want to seem too clingy or something. As Emma walked around, she wondered if maybe, just maybe she was doing the right thing. It seemed like she was taking things too slow, but she didn’t know if there was any way to push things further than they were going. She wanted him, and she wanted to have this man take her and give her the best sex ever, but she didn’t want to seem too desperate. After all, she didn’t know how to accurately approach this sort of subject. When she got back, she noticed that Darren was in the hot tub, reading something on his phone. He had glasses, and when Emma saw those, she blushed.