Emma Brooks Hot Novels & Stories

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?

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

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.

That was the height of it, she has already had enough from her parents fight at home now it's their turn to pick on her because of her useless name. "Leave my name out of this!," She whispered in a stern voice. Her name was Dream Brooks, she hated herself, her body, her name infact she despised everything about her. "Awww she is trying to act tough!," One of her minions mocked. "Emma!" Zara ordered and Emma knew exactly what to do. Emma raised Dream's chin up and slapped her twice on both sides of her face and made to grab her hair but the teacher's voice stopped her,

They are led to the throne room where the queen of the witches sits. A woman steps forward and approaches the group. “Hello Rex, welcome back and who are they? So I can introduce them to the queen? " asks the woman. “I am Hector. Nice to meet you,” says Hector. “I am Ash. Lovely to meet you,.” says Ash. “I am Ruby, beautiful dress, .” says Ruby. The woman smiles and steps back. “My queen: Rex, Hector, Ash and Ruby from Ember City,” says the woman. The queen motions them forward. Hector and Rex come forward. Ash and Ruby stay back a few feet. All bow lightly out of respect for the queen.

Emma arched slightly, whispering, "Touch me baby... just like this." Alex's hand slipped inside, fingers moving over Emma's panties, feeling the damp warmth seeping through the fabric. She rubbed in gentle circles over the cotton, pressing against Emma's clit until it swelled under the touch. Emma moaned softly, her hand mirroring the path, dipping into Alex's waistband to stroke her slick folds, parting them tenderly to circle her entrance.

Emmy POV My body is not my own. I have been stuck on the floor, trying to endure the waves of heat that overtake me. My body is covered in sweat, causing my hair to stick to my face, neck and back. The red, silk, night slip that Bram has me wearing is drenched and riding up my thighs. I can’t think straight. All I want is someone, anyone, to take this pain away.

“Only if you call Jacob and fuck him in the next room.” I roll my eyes. “I and Jacob won’t happen, Ira. Quit that!” “But why?? He is so hot… and single.” She says looking at photos on my phone we took today while sipping coke. “If I wasn’t into Liam, I would have totally licked his abs.” I grimace at her choice of words. “What?” She defends herself. “Look at his t-shirt.” She shows me the phone. “It should be a crime to be this hot and wear such fitting clothes.”

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."