Emma Brooks Hot Novels & Stories

Maturity Warning: Sex MFM “Why is it so hot?” I ask, looking down at Osric’s hand on my thigh as I feel Embry cupping my breast. “It’s not, Bunny,” Osric softly speaks as he pulls his shirt off making blush. I can’t help giggling enjoying the soothing tingles as I rest against his bare chest. “You’re in heat Mo Ròs Dubh.” Embry gets up and walks into the bathroom as I lean back and rest against Osric’s muscular chest, his arms engulfing me. Their touch was keeping the growing heat at bay.

Marcus held Emma’s gaze as he pushed the head of his thick cock slowly against her entrance. The warm water made the slide incredibly smooth, but the stretch was still intense. He was thick, much thicker than she had expected, and he took his time, letting her feel every ridge and vein as he eased inside her inch by inch. Emma’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly as her pussy slowly opened around him, the warm pool water swirling between their bodies and making everything feel slicker and more sensitive.

A face where no face should’ve been. “Holy sh!” I jumped so hard the plate tilted, the bacon and eggs slipping right off and crashing straight onto my chest. Hot grease and yolk smeared down my white bathrobe. “Goddammit!” I hissed, slapping at myself, hopping back two steps as my plate clattered against the floor. She just stood there, smiling. Like she’d been waiting the whole time. Ember. Her red hair glowed under the light like fire was stitched into every strand, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sharp and mischievous. She giggled and bounced on her feet like this was just the most entertaining comedy act she’d ever seen.

Brook's whole body felt warm when his large hand gently squeezed her inner thigh and started rubbing her warmth. Her pussy heated up with electrical pulses as he calmly worked his hand higher until he was massaging her. she felt her body arch in her seat as she breathed deeply. She looked at his face but he was watching the movie with a faint smile on his face.

It was a spectacle that rivaled the most fantastical of dreams. My gaze shifted from the ethereal scene in the tub to Brock's looming figure. Veins bulged at his temples; his eyes were an inferno of rage. Esme, oblivious to the tension, squealed in delight and cannonballed into the tub, splashing water over Grayson’s newly formed merman figure. “WHY DOES MY BETA LOOK LIKE A FISH! AND WHO THE HELL IS—Esme?” Brock’s voice was a tired storm, confusion softening the edges of his anger as he registered the young mergirl’s presence.

An ache I had never experienced before threatened my air supply, and I willed myself not to shed any tears. "I think Brock asked me out tonight. It was hard to tell. He said we could crash one of their parties and hang out with them sometime. If something happens and he does want to date or whatever, I think I'm going to give him a chance," "Ember Brock is three years older than you, head over a fraternity as well as being a football jock. Brock is a player. He is only out for one thing; don't be stupid,"

My cock sprang out, already wet at the tip, harder than I’d ever been in my life. “God, yes,” Brooks moaned at the sight, her eyes glazing even more. “Stroke it for me. Watch me take him.” And I did. I wrapped my hand around myself, stroking hard, fast, my breath coming in ragged grunts as I stepped closer. Close enough to see everything, every inch of Heath’s cock sliding in and out of her swollen pussy, every twitch of her body as she spasmed around him, the slick mess coating his length.

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.”

Sera's breath caught hard in her throat. Ember Academy — Chapter 26: The Instructor's Truth "Instructor Renna." Sera's voice came out barely above a whisper, disbelief and horror tangled together in equal measure. "You're the one who was in that stairwell." Renna's face, illuminated fully now by pale moonlight through the chapel's broken roof, looked older than Sera had ever seen it, lined with something that might have been guilt, might have been exhaustion, might have been both combined into something she'd been carrying silently for far too long.

I felt hot again. We finished unpacking our last box, and I felt so drained. Dex picked me up and carried me over to the sofa. He laid me down flat on my back and leaned over me. He supported his weight on his elbows near my neck. His hand caressed my face, moving the little hairs that laid on my cheeks. "You're so beautiful, Ember." He stared intensely into my eyes, melting me into a puddle beneath him. "And you're too damn hot." I whispered to him. He smirked at my compliment.