Emma Brooks Hot Novels & Stories

Then— Emma: That bad, huh? Should I send rescue reinforcements? I’ve got a flashlight and a skateboard. I can be there in five. I laughed under my breath, sinking against the headboard. Me: Only if you’re okay jumping a security gate. Emma: You underestimate my athletic skills. Me: Didn’t you almost fall trying to roast a marshmallow last night? Emma: That fire was too aggressive. It lunged first. I bit my lip, grinning. I could still see her — hair glowing orange from the fire, wearing that lavender dress. The way she’d smiled right before I kissed her.

she urged him breathlessly, her hands clawing at his back. My heart shattered. My legs felt like lead, and I could not move, could not speak. The room spun around me. Then her voice pierced through the fog. “Does that … Zoey…. fuck you … this good? Ahhh fuck yes.” she asked, still moaning in ecstasy. Brooks groaned, his voice hoarse. “No… baby, ah yes …not even… close. I was only with her because you left me. Your pussy is so good and hot. Come my love. Milk me.” The bed was banging against the wall from their movement.

She even buried her face in the crook of my neck, pretending to sob like a kid. The door opened, and Isaac said, “Haru, we’ve got something for ya.” He stopped short when he saw Jess’ arms around me and her face against my neck. “Oh…” I snapped, “It’s not what you think it is.” Isaac chuckled with that knowing look, which annoyed the hell out of me. The door opened wider, and I saw Matt, Ryan, and Jason at the door as well. They were obviously watching us with interest. Matt asked, “Are you two making out?”

And once this was over, I’d make sure he never came within a mile of her again. “Hey.” Her voice snapped me back to the present. A soft, teasing whisper, intentionally sultry. I looked up. Holy hell. Zoey leaned against the wall just outside the bathroom, her body framed by the soft glow of the room lighting. A slow, wicked smirk curved her lips. My breath caught. She wore red. A lace bralette, matching thongs, and garter straps that traced the smooth line of her thighs. My gaze dragged over her body, slow and hungry. Every inch of her glowed like a dangerous goddess, bathed in the promise of a forbidden adventure.

Little does she know, she hit a very well-hidden button of mine that has never been pushed and that I guard like a centurion. I'm in a large city in the deep South, working a realtor's convention. It's ten o'clock in the morning on the first day, and I'm chatting up Brooke. Brooke is forty-two and is rocking the mom bod. She's married, of course, has bottle-blond hair and blue eyes I could get lost in. She's from Nashville and she's horny. Fingers tap my shoulder. I turn, conscious of the obvious erection in my pants that Brooke keeps staring at.

Her luscious lips parted in a silent gasp as she pleasured herself with the pulsing water. Steve's hand slid inside his shorts, jerking his hard on, hardly able to believe what he was watching. His chest heaved with shaky breaths as he watched lovely Cassie's hips pumping as she leaned back against her car, her fingers having joined the water from the hose as she masturbated. He felt his cock twitching, knowing he was about to cum as she bit her lip and her hips surged forward, a small cry escaping from her throat as her body tensed, her face a mask of ecstasy. Steve cried out unabashedly as his own orgasm flooded his senses, his cum shooting against the inside of his shorts.

“If you could change one thing about Sarah physically, what would it be?” He didn’t hesitate. “Her boobs.” Emma laughed. “Well, if she ever wants a boob job, let me know. I think I get a referral f*e.” Rob grinned. “Noted.” Emma stood up, slightly tipsy. “I need a gin and tonic. There’s some bourbon in the kitchen if you want some.” “Sounds good,” Rob said, following her. They returned with fresh drinks, the game continuing. Emma confessed the wildest place she had ever had sex—a packed movie theater—and admitted she didn’t spit.

She bucked and moaned like a bitch in heat, pushing back to meet every thrust, her pussy dripping around me. She rode the pleasure hard, her walls clenching tighter, milking my dick with every stroke. I felt it then—a faint spark, Ember's essence flickering inside, a twisted blend of love and violation that made everything sharper, hotter. I yanked her hair back, exposing her neck, and bit down hard, marking her skin as I thrust deeper. Our bodies moved frantic and slick in the cool water, sweat and lake mixing on our skin.

IN MY STEPBROTHER'S BED EMMA & ALEX Emma stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror of her new bedroom, adjusting the hem of her oversized t-shirt that barely skimmed her thighs. At 18, she was still getting used to her body curves that had blossomed over the summer, full breasts that strained against the thin cotton, and hips that swayed with a natural rhythm she couldn't quite control. Her long, wavy auburn hair cascaded down her back, and her green eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

At least that’s how Milo described it. Ember is still talking while pushing her boobs up in her mini dress. Trying to flash me a little something in the process. I never realized how unattractive she is until I saw Amelia. Amelia is damn supermodel compared to Ember. I just can’t believe that is little Amelia Beckett, the girl who was too afraid to talk to me. Man she has grown into a gorgeous woman. I turn to watch her drop her stuff off on the porch before she followed Olivia to the campfire. Goddess her ass has this perfect swing.