Erin Brockovich Nude Novels & Stories

He chuckles I respond with a wry smile while he walks out. I turn around to stare back at the sparkling gray ocean. Five Years Ago “I didn't do it Adam. Please believe me. I would never do such a thing to you.” My cheating whore of a wife cries out. Normally, those tears would strike a deep clenching pain in my gut but now, finally discovering her for who she is, I feel nothing.

I lay completely naked and spread out on Brock’s big bed, wrists tied tightly to the headboard with two of his spare uniform belts. The position left me utterly exposed, legs open, pussy still leaking his cum from earlier, heart racing as I waited in the dark. The front door finally opened. Heavy footsteps echoed down the hall. Brock stepped into the bedroom still in his full turnout gear, covered in fresh soot and sweat from the call. His massive frame looked even more intimidating with the dark smudges on his face and arms.

Elara’s phone screen lit up with a notification that stopped her heart cold. An unknown email address had sent a video file titled “Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret.” Her fingers trembled as she opened it. The footage began playing automatically. There she was, completely naked, riding Jax hard in the Big Sur cabin, her head thrown back in ecstasy while he gripped her hips and thrust up into her. The camera angle was perfect, capturing every explicit detail. Every moan. Every slap of skin. Every creampie he had filled her with.

He is manspreading on the chair and sporting an obvious hard-on. The outline of the bulging cock awakens something in me, and I put my slick stained hand under my shirt to pinch and twist my nipple, smearing my own cunt juice all over it. Thirsty for more, I take a closer look at the man with his hard-on proudly displayed and pay attention to his thick thighs spread apart as realization dawns on me, the man is none other than…. “Felix” I whisper his name like a dirty secret, a secret that no one should hear. My nude stepbrother's intense gaze at the camera causes my folds to clench around nothing and a broken moan escapes my lips.

I unlocked it. One missed call from Bruno and one video from an unknown number. Something inside me twisted. My thumb hovered over the video before I finally tapped it….what I saw next broke me completely. It was a video of Rolex… in bed with another woman. The same woman I had seen at his house before. My grip on the phone tightened until my knuckles turned white. The sound of my heartbeat filled my ears. Tears blurred my vision again, but this time, I didn’t even bother to wipe them away. I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t even cry properly.

"Check if Brock is still in custody. NOW. Emma's description of the man at the window matches Brock. This could be nothing. Or it could be everything. Check immediately and call me back." My hands shook as I dialed Agent Park. "Bethany, what's wrong?" "I need you to verify something. Immediately. Is Brock still in custody? Still in prison?" "Why? What happened?" "Emma described the man at the window in Vermont. Dr. Chen thinks it sounded like Brock. I need to know if he's still locked up or if somehow—" "Hold on. I'm checking now." Silence. The longest sixty seconds of my life. I could hear Agent Park typing. Making calls. Swearing under her breath.

"And what are you doing here?" "Brock should be here soon." Aiden nodded to the dark shape of the house behind them. A figure leapt over the terrace railing, raced toward them and mounted his horse. "Hurry! They'll soon discover we've been here." "What? How? Neither Aiden nor I were seen," Brodie said. "I stumbled upon a woman in the library," Brock admitted. "I had to restrain her so she couldn't cry out, but who knows how long before she frees herself and raises the alarm/" He kicked the flanks of his beast, and the horse bolted forward.

He quietly pressed it open. The comfortable room was lit with a dozen candles all around. Brooke lay on a couch with a gag in her mouth. Her shirt was pushed up and a man's hand covered her breasts. The man himself hovered over her with his pants down and manly parts at attention. Brooke's pants and underwear were pushed down around her ankles. She lay pinned beneath his legs, squirming. Her eyes turned sideways and caught Tom. He'd never forget that look. It went from complete horror to complete relief. "I thought I said I'd share when I was done with her," the man said without looking over.

I told myself I was just checking to make sure the equipment was secured, but that was a lie. I wanted to see her. Brooke was bathed in the overhead light, alone in the sea of mirrors. She was wearing a pair of charcoal-grey leggings that clung to her like a second skin, and a thin, white racerback tank top that was translucent with sweat. Every time she descended into a deep squat, her heavy breasts bounced with a mesmerizing, heavy weight. Her entire posture looked like she was begging for it. Not just for the exercise, but for the touch.

The old man's eyes widened in shock mixed with fear as he looked at Bron differently now, realizing he was dealing with an even more dangerous person who was done with them denying him. "SAMUEL!" Linda screamed. She rushed forward from the doorway, but Brock instantly stepped into her path. He threw his massive arm out, completely blocking her. "Ah, ah," Brock warned, a cruel grin finally appearing on his face. "Stay right there, lady.” Linda tried to power her way through and get to her husband, but Brock was like a mountain. She couldn't get past him. Behind Brock, Bron didn't even look at Linda. He calmly reached into his breast pocket, pulled out a pristine white handkerchief, and slowly