Johnny Sins Elle Brooke Novels & Stories

The crowd’s roar hit them like a physical wave as Riven dragged Elowen back into the blood-stained ring by her wrist. Her legs were still shaky from the brutal fucking in the back room, and thick globs of his cum were already leaking down her inner thighs. The tiny shorts were gone Riven had ripped them off before they even stepped through the ropes. Harlan’s voice boomed over the speakers. “The Reaper claims his prize! Right here, right now!” Hundreds of eyes devoured her naked body her heavy DD tits bouncing with each step, her soaked pussy glistening under the harsh lights, cum and her own juices streaking her legs. Elowen’s face burned with shame, but her cunt throbbed with fresh need.

But slowly, painfully, he started moving forward on his hands and knees, whispering brokenly, “Lucas… Lucas, please…” Each crawl made my blood run hotter. When he finally reached me, I tangled my fingers in his messy hair and guided his mouth to my cock. The first wet heat of his lips wrapping around me pulled a deep groan from my throat. He was hesitant at first, but then he took me deeper, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing as he sucked. The sounds — wet, filthy, desperate filled the room. “Fuck, Ethan…” I breathed, hips twitching. “Look at you. My quiet little stepbrother on his knees, choking on my cock like you were made for it.”

Her fragrant aroma of orchids lifted in the breeze. “He's that way,” I pointed to the large red and white building behind me. “Who are you?” She answered coolly, “I’m Brooke. I’m an old friend. I used to be apart of the Creogan Pack, but I moved away when I got married. Elias is a very good friend of mine.” I wondered why Elias never mentioned her, let alone have any pictures of them together; also, if they were good friends, how could she not know about me? It must be my imagination running wild.