Heather Brooke Nsfw Novels & Stories

God, it's enough to send heat traveling through my body. "Drew," I gasp as he gives the same treatment to the other one. "Let's get this off of you." He's winding a spell around the two of us as he reaches behind me, unhooking the hooks of my bra, throwing it behind us. His bruised hands cup my tits as his thumbs sneak up to tease the still-wet nipples. Pressing back against the wall, I thrust my chest into his touch, wanting nothing more than to let him take me away from everything we've been through today. Those same hands sneak down past my ribcage, to my hipbones, thrusting under the lace of my panties. With a few quick movements, my core is bare.

Trigger Warnings: FemDom, Male Sub, BDSM Dynamics, Power Play, Voyeurism,Shibari(Japanese bondage and submission)Humiliation..21+. “Say it again, Elio.” Janelle Montrose stood at the bottom of the staircase, glass of water forgotten in her hand, her head cocked toward the barely cracked door at the end of the hall. The soft whimpers echoing through the silence were unmistakable. Breathless. Desperate. Erotic.

He was my solace, my safe harbor, my sanctuary from the storm. With a sly smile, I turned to Tom, my hand brushing against his thigh. "I'm not quite ready to call it a day," I murmured, her voice low and sultry. Tom's eyes widened, his breath quickening as he caught the lustful sparkle in my gaze. "Oh? And what exactly do you have in mind?" I leaned closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "I want you," I whispered, my voice a sensual caress. "Again. And this time, I want you to make me scream."

I twisted, trying to elbow him, my heart pounding in terror. “Please, Vincent, we're family! Stepbrother and sister…don't do this!” Tears pricked my eyes, my meek nature crumbling under the fear. His jaw tightened. “Don’t say that word,” he snapped. “Why?” I asked, tears forming in my eyes. “Because it reminds you?” He paused then he pinned my arms behind my back with one massive hand, the other ripping at the hem of my simple lingerie. The fabric tore easily, exposing my thighs to the cool air of the study. I kicked backward, my heel connecting with his shin, but it only made him growl louder, his free hand fisting in my hair to yank my head back.

He grabbed her hair, pulling her head forward until she was forced to look at him, the sheer size of him making her mouth water. He didn't let her taste him for long, instead he spun her around and slammed her face-down against the mahogany desk, scattering the merger documents everywhere. He pushed her skirt up to her waist and forced her legs apart, the cold surface of the desk a sharp contrast to the burning heat of her skin. Sloane let out a whimpering moan, her fingers gripping the edge of the wood as she felt him line himself up at her entrance, the tip of his cock probing her wetness with a slow, agonizing precision.

It was a slow, steady burn, not the inferno that left me trembling in the bathroom two nights ago. He whispered my name, pressed closer, and I gave in, soft moans that were guilt-laden and confused. His hands roamed, lips sought mine, but every touch, every motion, reminded me it was not the same. Not forbidden. Not dangerous. Not thrilling. My mind was a battlefield—Adrian’s smirk, the risk, the reckless ecstasy flashing against Matt’s warmth, steadiness, and innocent concern. The contrast stung like salt on a wound. Afterwards, we lingered in the steam, wrapped together, and I forced myself to feel gratitude instead of desire. Matt sighed, oblivious to the storm still raging inside me. I r

Then I started moving slow, deep drags out, then hard thrusts back in. Wet, filthy squelching sounds filled the kitchen. “Harder,” she begged, nails digging into my ass. “Fuck me harder.” I hooked her legs over my shoulders, bent her in half, and gave it to her hard, punishing thrusts that made the counter groan. Skin slapped skin. Her pussy squelched obscenely around me. “Take it,” I growled. “Take every inch of your stepbrother’s dick like the greedy little slut you are.”

Chapter 3: Ryan’s Fat Cock Ruining My Tied-Up Hole While the Servers Watch I broke. The words poured out of me like cum, desperate and filthy, bouncing off the humming servers. “Please Ryan… I need your thick IT cock ruining my hole. Fuck me raw right here. Stretch me open and breed me deep. I’m your coworker slut. Use me. Please.” Ryan groaned low and dirty, the sound vibrating through his chest against my back. He didn’t tease anymore. He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise and slammed every thick inch inside me in one brutal thrust.

on top of me his thrusts are savage it's painful at this point as I claw at him to stop he doesn't then I feel him coming inside me he stays there until he's sure I have milked him dry. I just lay there out of breath shocked that my sweet seventeen year old step brother just attacked me in the back of his truck.

When I'm working as a deliveryman, I receive a delivery order from a hotel. As I look at the bag of adult toys in my hand, I can't help but snicker knowingly. "Youngsters nowadays sure are wild in bed." The moment I open the hotel room door and see my girlfriend, Natalie Brooks, I feel as though all color has been drained from my face. Natalie's work junior, Brandon Clark, laughs arrogantly in my face with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. "How did that broke bastard track us down?" Natalie just frowns at me in displeasure. "Brandon helped me secure many projects at work. His only wish is that he gets to spend a night with a woman. "This is nothing but physical collision between