Sexy Brat Novels & Stories

Alpha. The men rose. Even my father stopped breathing. I did not turn until he passed me, and when my eyes caught sight of him as he looked sideways at me, I knew exactly why they froze. It was Dimitri Volkov. Alpha of the Black Fang Pack. Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva. The monster whispered about by wolves and humans alike. He stopped in front of the table. “Why is there a girl on my floor?” One of the men cleared his throat. “Ivan Morozov brought her as partial payment.”

Lucas didn't expect this shy girl to be so wild when she was horny. So Lucas chose to take things slow. Squeezing Luna's boobs again, the difference is that now he really enjoys her elasticity of the boobs while his eyes don't blink. Luna Lee's boobs may not look as big as adult film actresses, but as soon as Lucas tried to touch it with his palms, it was so full that it barely fit in Lucas's grip. "Your boobs are beautiful, Baby," Lucas praised, "and quite big," he said, squeezing gently. “Baby,” Luna Lee groaned, tilting her head, “a bit loud…”

His gaze flicked over my face, taking in everything, the way my fingers twitched at my sides, the way my chest rose and fell a little too quickly. He took another step, closing the space between us, lowering his voice just enough to send a shiver down my spine. “Tell me, does Aaron know you do this?” I swallowed hard, my nails digging into my arms. “Don’t bring Aaron into this,” I said firmly, but my voice wasn’t as steady as I wanted it to be. Brandon’s smirk widened, pure arrogance. “Why not?” he taunted. “Are you scared your perfect little boyfriend will find out how slutty you are for your stepbrother?”

Slap. My breath hitches, and pain shoots through my butt. He slowly rubs my bottom and leans over me. My mind is still trying to figure out what has just happened when he asks, “I think you liked that.” His sexy voice nearly has my knees buckling under me, but I tighten my grip on the couch, trying to stay upright. My core twitches and my nipples harden while goosebumps erupt across my body, giving him the answer my voice fails to do.

But he still reached out and saved my already miserable life. That makes me respect him so much. But in addition to stories about Mr. James's family and career, I also heard other stories about his family. I heard that Mr. James once had a wife and a son. After his previous wife died, he also took another step. It is the current wife. The son he had with his previous wife was also the only child, the grandson of the Brian family. His name is Daniel Brian, formerly Daniel was a very active and lovely child. However, after his wife died, Daniel's personality also became grumpy and uncomfortable. Violent and distant from others.

“Get on your knees.” “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” His hand goes to his belt. “On your knees, Layla.” “I’m not—” “You want my cock or not?” Heat floods my face, my chest, lower. “I want—” “Then get on your knees and ask nicely.” “Fuck you.” “Wrong answer.” He yanks his belt off and drops his jeans. “Try again.” He’s not wearing underwear. And oh god. He’s huge, thick and hard and already leaking, and my mouth goes dry. I’ve never seen one before, never touched one, never—

I reply, looking down at my phone, unable to stand the scrutiny of my best friend's gaze. "Babe, you're better than Chesters." Sabrina replies, grabbing my hand and pulling me into a sitting position, "You don't want those sleazeballs all over you." "Well, my OnlyFans account hasn't taken off yet, and you and I both know that if you want to make cash quickly, Chesters is the way to go. Besides, I'm a dancer, Brin. I know how to put on a show and keep my distance from people. "

“You like that, don’t you? You want Daddy to be rough with you? Treat you like a fucking filthy slut? Bruise your little hole?” “Fuck yes!” Brad screamed. “Destroy my ass with your fingers, Daddy. Make me cry out. Give it to me rough. I can take it. I want it, Daddy…. I need it,” he said while pushing back on my thrusting fingers.

Sabrina bit her lip hard and began to masturbate him slowly, feeling the veins pulsing in her palm. "What a naughty dick... it's throbbing in my hand. Look how much cum is coming out of that head... I bet you have a ton of thick cum stored in that sack." Martin groaned softly, holding the back of her neck. "Keep talking like that and I'll throw you on the floor right now and fuck you, Sabrina." She squeezed his cock tighter, looking him straight in the eyes with a slutty expression: "So, throw me... or does the strong guy on the balcony only know how to jerk off against the wall?"